Dean Winchester ; hero&&survivor

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cammiesinger:

She nodded against him held him close, “It feels like it is my fault. I should have just listened to you. You told me not to go far off. Maybe if I would have stuck around with you and Sam it would have been alright.” She broke again sobbing as he spoke an apology, “don’t, don’t blame yourself for this.” She said sitting up the most movement she had done since she crawled into bed. She pulled his face to look at her, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Don’t you do that, Dean Winchester.” 

Her bottom lip quivering as she took him in, “Baby. This is not your fault either.” She shook her head, holding his between her hands. She bit her lip her jaw trembling as she looked at him. “Maybe we should get out of here for a little while. You know it will be a while before another hunt pops up. Maybe we should just get away.” She broke again looking at him. 

That kid could have had his eyes, it could have looked just like him. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at him and ran her fingers through his hair before laying back down and pulling him down with her, tucking them both under the blanket and tucking herself against him. Her fingers gently running through his hair, across his skin, against his stubble, before she could even bring herself to press a gentle kiss to his lips. She tucked her head under his chin and pressed herself against him. “I feel like this is supposed to be the time when one of us says, we survived worse but… I don’t think we have.” 

Dean couldn’t keep from shaking his head as she spoke, as they exchanged tears and shallow breaths. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth the way he did, chewing on it and working the raw skin there. It wasn’t his fault, she was right. He didn’t know any better than she, yet, he couldn’t ignore the rock in his stomach. The guilt turned his guts, made his throat dry.

“I should have kept you safe.” A pathetic sounding laugh followed. “It’s been my one rule, since day one. Keep you safe. And I-” He looked toward the ceiling, cursing the heavy tears weighing his lids. “I couldn’t even do that.”

The bed groaned beneath him as he shifted to her weight leaning into him. He held her tight against his chest and drew in a deep breath. “You’re right, though. When have we ever been able to catch a break?” He leaned back to find her eyes. “Maybe we take one for ourselves. Get away from all..” He trailed off, careful of his next words. “Just get away from the bad.”

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cammiesinger:

Cammie laid there staring through him she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, but she listened. She heard the pain in his voice and it broke her even more. 

She took a shaky deep breath when his hand touched her cheek. Taking in his warmth and breaking more, finally looking at him as tears fell down her face, and her features crumpled in pain. Her hand reaching up to hold his to her face. “Why can’t we ever catch a break? We know God fucking personally and…” Her eyes fell again. “Why did this happen to us?” 

She sobbed into his shirt when he pulled her closer, clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping her going, because she knew he was. Her breaths were shaky but she felt him breaking too. She ran her fingers through his hair as tenderly as she could. She knew he was hurting just as much as she was. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She sniffled, before gasping for breath in between her sobs. 

She looked at him when he asked those questions, slightly confused at him wanting to stick around but then a small smile grazed her features. She reached her hand out to his, twining their fingers together. “Don’t… don’t leave, please. Just stay with me. I… I only came in here because I figured you would hate me for what happened. I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” She wiped the tears from her face but more followed them quickly, “I lost our baby because I was stupid. Please, don’t let me be stupid and lose you too.” 

She scooted over in the bed, tugging on his hand until she couldn’t reach him anymore, silent tears still falling down her face as she looked at him. The sadness was still evident on her face and there was no promise it would ever leave, she just hoped he wouldn’t make her go through this alone. Even if she had acted like she wanted to, she didn’t… she needed him, she just hated to admit it. 

Originally posted by atallginger

Dean just shook his head at her questions. He didn’t know why anything happened to them, why they had the luck to save the world time and time again, only to lose themselves in the process. None of it made sense to him and he had no answers for her. Instead he held her, his hand tight in hers.

Letting her pull herself to him, Dean pulled her closer, her head cradled in his lap. He brushed her hair from her forehead, feeling the heat there. She was being unfair to herself. “Baby, I could never hate you.” He leaned over her, her hair tangled around his nose. He could smell her shampoo when he sniffed, his sinuses congested from his pathetic tears he couldn’t stop. “This is far from your fault. And I’m not going anywhere.” He shook his head. He didn’t know what to say, how to console her. “I’m not going anywhere.” He took a deep breath, nearly breaking as he held her. “I’m so sorry.”

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cammiesinger:

Cammie looked at him and shook her head, “No… no it’s not okay. I should… I should have known. I shouldn’t have gone up there by myself.” She closed her eyes as the sobs wracked her body and held his hand to her face. “I’m so stupid. It… it took our baby, Dean. It took it and I… I didn’t even know it.”  She looked at him and shook her head. “I stole that from you. You should be mad at me. You have every right to be mad at me.” She went back to sobbing her hand gripping his wrist desperately, needing him to be there. “Dean, I’m so sorry. I… I’m so… so fucking sorry.” Her words turned to a whisper and she half laughed as she looked at him, trying to cure her tears a bit, “I didn’t… I didn’t think I would ever want a kid, but now…” Her face scrunched as the tears poured down her face, “Now I wish we could have it… we should have it. But I was so stupid… I knew better. I fucking… I knew better.”

Dean was beside himself. His hands fisted on his thighs, straining against the urge to reach out to Cammie. He wasn’t sure how to handle this. He couldn’t possibly understand what she was going through, he knew that.

Dean shook his head and stared at the pillow, just outside her gaze. “Cammie.” He swallowed, unsure and frustrated. “I- We didn’t know.” He shook his head again. He didn’t know how to convince her that they’d be okay, together. “You didn’t know anything. How could you? Baby,” He finally reached for her, his fingers gently touching her cheek. And he was done for.

Dean crumpled to the bed beside her, his arm wrapping around her neck and pulling himself into her. He hadn’t realized how touch starved he’d been for her, how badly he needed her warmth and her. 

A few moments passed before Dean pulled himself together, pulling back a fraction to wipe a hand down his face, his fingers catching stray tears. “What can I do?” his voice was broken, quiet. He turned his head to look at her. “What do I do?”

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cammiesinger:

Sam’s jaw dropped and he blinked at his brother, he nodded to him not sure what else to say before his brother left him to unload the car.  Cammie was curled into a ball in her bed with the blankets wrapped tight around her. She heard Dean but she didn’t wanna talk and as much as she knew she needed him, she didn’t want to. 

She wanted him but she didn’t want to look at how hurt he was. 

She caused it… because she was stubborn and wanted to go cover upstairs alone rather than wait for Sam and Dean to come with her. If she would have just waited. She thought to herself cursing herself as the tears fell.  The more she thought about the more the tears came. The more sobs that fell from her lips and she tried to muffle them so he wouldn’t hear her. So maybe he would move past the door. He had every right to be angry and hurt and she caused it and she hated that she did. 

Dean waited, hearing nothing move behind the door. There was no answer. Maybe she was somewhere else, but where? He shook his head. He turned the door knob and pushed, the door moving on its hinges. He let go of it, letting it open fully on its own and his heart broke all over again. Cammie was in her old bed, blankets piled over her. 

He was quick, walking to the bed and sitting beside her. He wiped at her cheek and tried to shush her. “Hey, hey I’m here it’s okay you’re okay everything is fine.” He talked fast, wanting so badly for her to stop crying. He frowned and shook his head at her. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what she was going through. Sure, he’d lost something, too, but he was sure she was feeling it more deeply than him. She’d had to feel the loss physically, had to live knowing their would-be child was in her and she didn’t know to protect it. 

God, if only they’d known. 

Dean cleared his throat. “Baby, please talk to me. I’m losing my mind over here.”

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cammiesinger:

She saw the hurt in his eyes and she knew it was all her fault. He didn’t know she was pregnant, hell she didn’t but now looking at him. He looked as if he would have wanted it more than anything. He looked like he wanted to be a dad and it got stolen from him, because of her. 

She was silent when he said he was going to get the car, only nodding. She didn’t feel like dealing with him being mad or upset. She didn’t feel like dealing with anything and was hoping this was all just a bad dream. 

Sam nearly said something more than a few times but Cammie had seen the look Dean had given him. She sighed as she saw the black Impala roll up and carefully climbed in the back and closing the door. She was quiet the whole way back to the bunker, even on the stops they made. She climbed out and grabbed her things trudging down the stairs and letting the door slam shut behind her. 

“Dean, what happened?” Sam said looking at his brother as he sat there in the car, “Is she gonna be ok?” 

Cammie bypassed the room she had shared with Dean heading straight for the one she had called hers once. She figured why put Dean through the pain of knowing he was sharing a bed with the woman who lost his kid. It wasn’t worth his pain or hers. 

The drive back to the bunker was long and nearly unbearable. Cammie sat in the back and Dean couldn’t keep his eyes from the mirror, watching her, trying to study her. She stayed silent, and so did he.

Once back home, Dean sighed, finally letting himself feel the weight of what had happened. . He looked to his brother, his large little brother, and with sad eyes he acknowledged, for the first time, what the doctor had told them. “She was pregnant. We-” He stopped, scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “That hunt back there, ah, she, uh, she lost it.” He nodded, slowly, letting the words sink in. There was nothing more he could say, not without losing it. So, with a hand on Sam’s shoulder, Dean gave him a squeeze before making his way out of the car and back into the bunker.

Cammie wasn’t in the library or kitchen, so Dean headed toward their room. He paused outside it, not sure what to say to her, completely and utterly unsure of the silence she was giving him. He knocked on the slightly open door, shaking his head and feeling silly doing so. He pushed it open. “Cammie?” He peeked around the door to find the room empty. He frowned. Where was she? Dean turned to go check the bathroom before he stopped. He stood frozen in the hall, breath caught in his lungs. He looked down the hall behind him, toward Cammie’s old room. With a hard swallow, he forced himself to wander toward it.

The door was closed, but it always was, wasn’t it? He steeled himself and, again, feeling silly, knocked on the door. “Baby?” He thought his voice sounded weak and he frowned, finding the door knob with his other hand as he knocked again, praying she wasn’t inside that room. 

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cammiesinger:

Cammie shook her head as he lifted her chin, “No… no it’s not. I’m so sorry, Dean. I…” She took a breath and closed her eyes as the sobs came again. She was shaking and she heard the doctor but she didn’t even care to look up. She heard Dean’s pleas and squeezed his hand knowing he wasn’t going to like the news. 

She watched him walk toward the window and her head hung. She watched him look at her and she pushed herself further up in the bed, calmer now but still broken. She took his hand and looked him in the eye, “The thing, in the attic… it.” She stopped as the tears welled in her eyes again and she hung her head. “It took our baby.” She broke for a second a quick sob leaving her before she looked back up at him, slightly distancing herself, “I’m so sorry, Dean. I didn’t know.” 

She knew he should and would hate her for this. She looked at the paperwork at the foot of the bed. Discharge papers. She signed her name and started to get out of the bed. She grabbed the clothes Dean had brought from the chair they had been placed in and stood up. Her body still aching as she slowly walked to the bathroom and changed.  Her voice was small and she didn’t make eye contact with Dean. “Can we go home now? I just… I wanna go home.” She cleared her throat and wiped her eyes without even an upwards glance.

Dean was confused, watching Cammie as she withdrew from him, from herself. She apologized, seeming to blame herself. That also confused him. She stood and grabbed her clothes, walking to the bathroom without a word. Dean frowned, standing from the bed and moving to the door. Why didn’t she want to be seen by him? She’s in shock, he told himself. She needed time to wrap her mind around everything. She opened the door before he had a chance to knock, stepping around him. She didn’t even look at him, just stood near the door, waiting. 

“Cam?” Dean’s voice hurt his throat, the sound scratching against his tongue as he tried to reach out to her. When she didn’t turn to him, Dean nodded his head. He wiped his hand down his face, fingers catching the tears that had gathered. He cleared his throat and grabbed the papers from her bed before opening the door for her. 

They passed the reception and Dean handed the woman behind the desk the papers, signing Cammie out. When he turned he saw Sam push from where he was leaning against the wall, a smile on his face when he saw them walking out. Dean shook his head, silently telling Sam don’t. He took a deep breath as he fished his keys from his pocket. “Uh,” he cleared his throat, again. “I’ll go grab the car. Swing around.” He nodded, walking out the doors without another word. 

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cammiesinger:

Cammie had woken up hurting more than she had been earlier. She had gotten out of bed and went to bathroom to find she was practically wading in a pool of blood in her shorts.

She woke up Dean trying her best not to worry him but she knew he could tell. He rushed her to the hospital and they rushed her back. Rushing around her became a thing that they did. Taking blood samples and such all in a rush. She was laying there with her eyes closed waiting for the results even though she somewhat knew.

That ghost had taken something from her that she could never replace.

She had been calling for Dean but had given and decided to rest until she heard the door, her eyes opened and there he was. Her eyes watered immediately and she sat up in the bed fighting against the pain. Her hands laying in her lap, and her head hanging. She wasn’t able to say anything to him. Because she knew.

About that time the doctor came in, she gave Dean a weird look, like she was scared of him or something. Cammie laid back down and went through the next test they were having to run, her hand reaching out for Dean so he wouldn’t have to watch and holding his tight. She was trying not to give it away. But the look the doctor gave before she left told her everything she needed to know.

The minute the woman was out the door, Cammie was breaking down. Sobbing, holding Dean’s hand to her chest and repeating how sorry she was over and over and over again.

Dean watched Cammie and the doctor from the door, Cammie’s face was solemn and she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Something was up. He went to her when she held her hand out, quickly taking it in both of his and squeezing. He was terrified. 

He watched her eyes, though his ears were on the doctor. Listening for anything that might be alarming. Cammie’s emotions were a mess, he could see that, every bit of feeling wracked across her face as she watched him in return. The doctor left, not a word. Dean glared at the door, confused and pissed. What was going on? Cammie sobbed at his side and Dean turned to her, his hand in her hair, pulling her to him. 

“Hey hey hey..” he felt panicked, but he wasn’t sure why. Not yet. “Cam, baby.” He pushed her back, moving the hair from her forehead. “What- it’s going to be fine. Hey,” He lifted her chin. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.” He was doing everything he could to console her. She was in shock, that had to be it. He opened his mouth, wanting to calm her, when he heard someone clear her throat. 

The doctor was by the door, her face grim, paperwork in hand. Dean’s eyes seemed to burn in their sockets, a small shake of his head as he regarded her. “Wha-” He cleared his throat. “What’s the damage Doc?” He tried a half-assed smile. The doctor made the few small steps that it took to reach them and she smiled, sadly. She started an apology and Dean cut her off, eyes shut. “Please. Just give it to us straight, alright?” He kept his eyes shut, squeezing Cammie’s hands in his. 

The doctor left the room and Dean stood, hand over his mouth as he stared out the window of the hospital room. “How-” He cleared his throat, and then again. He turned back and looked at Cammie, she was so small in her bed. His eyes moved over her body and his chest hammered. He made his way back to the bed, sitting beside Cammie. His hand reached for her stomach, though simply hovering over it. It trembled and he laid it over her gown, a hard breath leaving him when he felt her warmth through it. 

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Dean hardly stood still, leaning against the wall, tapping his feet, walking away from the wall and pacing, turning to Sam who only shot him a look to calm down. His hair was no longer neat and in place, the way it usually stood at the top of his head. He’d worried his fingers through it so much it looked as though he’d just crawled out of bed. He wished that were the case.

A doctor strolled passed, her pace easy and her eyes wrinkled at the corners a bit like she was having a pleasant day. It pissed Dean off. He called out to her, stepping away from the wall again. 

“Hey!” He waited for her to turn around. “Hey, is anyone going to bother telling me how my girlfriend is doing? Or let me see her? You wanna do your fucking job and go check on her?” He was unfairly lashing out at her and he shrugged Sam off when he felt his hand at his shoulder as he apologized for his older brother. 

Dean filled his lungs with air, puffing his chest out as he made his way to the reception desk. A small girl with too many freckles and too long of lashes smiled up at him. That also pissed Dean off. 

“How long do we gotta wait here before we hear something, huh?” He frowned down at her, pleased when her smile shrunk a bit.

“I’m sorry, who is it you’re waiting for?”

“Cammie Singer.” He answered before she’d finished her sentence. He watched as she typed at the keyboard, eyes squinted at the computer screen. He let out a hard breath, impatience his prominent facet at the moment. Finally, she looked up at him.

“Alright, and are you the husband?” She was smiling at him again.

“I- Yes.” He was nodding his head, eyes falling shut with annoyance. 

“Right, well in that case..” She trailed off, clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth as she clicked something on the screen. Another second and she was smiling back at him. “Room 7714, just take a left down that hall there.” She pointed past him and he was gone before she could say anything else. He waved off Sam and ran down the hall, head whipping back and forth looking for her room. 

Dean paused when he finally got there. Only opening the door when he heard beeping from inside. He peeked his head in first, suddenly nervous. Cammie was in a bed at the right side of the room, eyes closed. She looked...okay. Dean quietly walked in, closing the door behind him. He was afraid to go any further.

“Cam?” 

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cammiesinger:

Her brow furrowed as she waited for his reply. It seemed like it took forever and she even grinned at his loss of words. Cammie tried her best to hide her chuckle and shook her head. 

“I guess so, I haven’t seen anything anywhere either.” She shrugged. Her eyes went back to her mug every so often shifting to him. She saw him lick his lips and sighed at the sight of it, but smiled at him as he asked her where his cup was. 

“There’s plenty in the kitchen. All you had to do was ask, you saw where I was headed.” She grinned taking another sip from her mug before sliding it across the table. “If it’s really that big of a deal you can have mine.” Her head tilting toward the cup her hand still wrapped around it as she shoved it to him.

Dean smiled across the table at Cammie, fidgeting with the laptop in front of him, spinning it on the table. He watched as she slid the coffee to him and he smirked before picking it up, watching her as he brought it to his lips, taking a drink. He hummed before sliding it back to her. He raised a brow and shook his head. “You’re terrible at making coffee.”  He stood, still shaking his head. “Guess I have to do everything on my own around here.” Dean made it to the door before turning to peek back at her, raising his hands at his sides. “You coming, or what?” 

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lucifersvesselsam:

Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother, “Dean, seriously.” He sighed and shook his head scratching the back of his neck, “Nevermind. Go do what you want to do.” 

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

His brow furrowed and his gave his typical bitch face, licking his lips before clearing his throat. “It never hurts to be prepared, Dean.” He shook his head and stood in sync with his brother. “I think I’m gonna go to my room on that note. Just, don’t screw anything up.” 

Dean made a face as Sam left to go to his room. Forget him, if he wanted to be captain of boring town, let him. Dean, on the other hand, was going to enjoy their time off, starting with a beer. He headed to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and sitting at the table, sipping it quietly as Cammie cooked something at the stove. He left her alone, letting her cook in peace, while he watched her ass sway as he did so. 

Dean didn’t sit there for long. Watching Cammie cook, Dean had found his muse. He grinned at her tight ass before picking up his beer and nearly skipping down the halls to Sam’s room. He banged on the door before unceremoniously throwing it open, grinning at his little brother. “Pack your condoms, Sammy. We’re going on a field trip.”

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lucifersvesselsam:

“Yeah, I’m sure he would thank you more if you keep your eye on her without drooling all over the table.” Sam grinned but rolled his eyes at his brother. 

He sighed and nodded, “Yeah, but there isn’t much else for us right now… can’t hurt to try ya know? Get out there and be a little normal. We’ll be ready for anything thanks to this place, but maybe this is Chuck… God… whatever… giving us a chance to be normal for once. I mean Amara gave you mom back… maybe Chuck did this so we could actually take a break for a little while.” His brow was furrowed when he finished grabbing his laptop from Dean. He followed his brother’s gaze and huffed a laugh at the way he was still basically looking after Cammie. 

He listened to the noise and raised a brow as Dean spoke nodding slowly. “Maybe, I mean it couldn’t hurt. If nothing else we can study up… prep for when there are some cases for us. Maybe even record everything we’ve done for future generations… would have helped us a lot to know what we were dealing with on some of these things.” 

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Dean made a face, silently mocking Sam, returning his sarcasm. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Chuck always did like those sappy endings.” He shook his head. “Whatever it is going on, I say we take advantage of it.” He raised his eyebrows, grinning at his little brother enthusiastically, his filthy thoughts clear as always. “Hell! If God wants it, who are we to deny him that? Eh?” His grin was animated, tongue pinched between his teeth as he nodded at his own words. 

Clearing his throat, Dean sat straight, folding his hands on the table in front of him. Sam could be a buzzkill sometimes. “We got some free time on our hands, and you want to study?” He raised his brows, murmuring under his breath. “Nerd.” He stood and shook his head. “You read your books, but I am going to have some fun, and relax.”

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lucifersvesselsam:

Sam shook his head at his brother again and cleared his throat as he walked further into the library and pulled his laptop to his side of the table. He gave his typical bitch face to Dean before speaking and shrugged as he did so.  “How can you even look at her like that? You known Bobby is probably gonna come down here and kill you if you keep it up.” His brow furrowed as he spoke but he plopped down in a chair and sighed. “Anything on why it’s been so quiet? I looked through everything I could find to see if this has ever happened before and nothing. Maybe we did it.” 

Sam shrugged again and smiled a bit, “Maybe we can finally do something we want to do for once.” He said rolling his eyes at the way his brother was still looking after Cammie and sighing. 

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Dean scoffed at his brother, shaking his head. “Okay, first of all, Bobby should be thanking me, okay?” He was speaking dramatically, smirking all the while. “I’m keeping an eye on her,” he shrugged, though the gesture only made him look guilty. “that’s all.” He grinned at his brother before stretching and pulling his hands behind his head.

“Second, squat. Zilch. Nada. Looks like Chuck really did a number on this hellhole.” He looked at his little brother seriously. “I don’t know man. I mean, when have we ever had that kind of luck. When have we ever, I mean, ever,” he leaned forward and gestured dramatically with his hands. “had the normal life work out for either of us?” Dean raised his eyebrows in a matter-of-fact way.

Dean heard commotion in the kitchen and stared at the empty room leading that way and shook his head. “Maybe, though. Sure as hell deserve it, though, huh?” He chuckled as he tried to imagine what it was he truly wanted. 

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Morning Wood

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cammiesinger:

Cammie had been sitting across from Dean but couldn’t find a damn thing on this silence, so she rolled her neck and stood up heading to the kitchen and still in her pajamas. Shorts and a tank top, she had made herself at home like the boys had told her too when they first brought her to the Bunker and she felt that caused more trouble than it was worth at times. She could feel Dean’s eyes on her and as much as she liked it, it worried her. 

It worried her because she knew what looks meant. At least she knew what her looks meant, he may not have but she did. The coy smiles she gave him in passing. The way her eyes examined him daily, especially in the morning… it all had a meaning to her and she very much a love hate relationship with it. The love side showing its self more and more everyday. 

She took a minute in the kitchen to regain her composure and clear her thoughts, grabbing another cup of coffee before heading back to the library and seeing that Sam was gone now and it was just her and Dean again.  She eased her way into the room and sat down across from him, trying to avoid eye contact with those beautiful green eyes of his. “You find anything yet?” 

Originally posted by gadot-g

Sam walked away after he was done patronizing Dean. Dean rubbed his eyes, still tired with sleep. He sat up straight when he heard Cammie come back in the room, sitting across from him. He cleared his throat and reached for the laptop, opening it back up so he had something to look at besides her. Her hair was a mess, sticking to the sides of her face, loose strands hanging.. Dean cleared his throat again, bringing his hand to his jaw and rubbing at his stubble covered skin as he stared hard the laptop. Then he remembered she’d asked him a question. 

“Uh, no. No, nothing. Looks like the big bads are having a bit of a dry spell.” He smiled sarcastically. 

There was nothing else to search, the laptop hurting his head. Defeated, he shut the laptop. He stared at the top of it, the scratches across the cover. After a second, his eyes shifted up to her, giving her an intense look as he studied her. He watched as she lifted her coffee mug to her lips. He licked his own before flashing a smirk. 

“What, forgot to bring me a nice hot cup?” He raised his brows at her as if he were waiting. 

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Morning Wood

It had been a long week. All things evil and scary had seemed to take one big catnap after the big guy upstairs decided to show his face for a bit. The unwanted, though probably much needed, break left Dean and Sam sitting at the bunker with little to nothing to do. Dean sighed and closed Sam’s laptop, giving up on searching for a case. Behind the laptop was Cammie, she was passing though the library, probably headed for the kitchen. Dean tossed her a tired smile, but turned and watched appreciatively as she walked away. 

Dean heard something from the opposite direction and turned back around to see Sam in the doorway where Cammie had just come from. He was looking at Dean disapprovingly and Dean rolled his eyes. 

Sam was right, Cammie was practically their sister for fuck’s sake. She was Bobby’s daughter, they’d known her since she was in diapers. They’d grown up throwing punches with her, they were family. Dean knew, he told himself many times before,  Cammie is family. Yet, for some reason, that didn’t stop him from turning around to get another look. He smirked, his eyebrows going up. 

Hell. It didn’t hurt to look.