Summary: When Bucky encourage his best friend to confess, Steve made an appointment to do so.
You're no crime-fighting superhero but life as the Avengers assistant was a battlefield itself. Mostly, you're the one who makes sure everyone receives the mission or they at least submit their mission report before retiring to their respective rooms.
All of it starts and ends with Captain America's approval and confirmation.
"you're staring" Bucky smirks next to Captain America himself who can't seem to take his eyes off you scolding Sam for not finishing his report on time.
Steve clears his throat, shifting on his seat to face Bucky. "I'm just amused" he mumbled, eyes unconsciously shifting back to you, the way you pout as Sam makes unbelievable excuses or the way you would put a strand of hair behind your ear, he can see everything perfectly.
Bucky snorted in response, rolling his eyes at his friend who seems not to know how to lie. "Yeah right, you think I don't see your lingering looks every time she's not looking?" Bucky teases, his arms drape over the couch.
Steve chuckled, shaking his head. " It's not like that, she's too perfect for me" Steve mumbled lovingly.
"keep saying that and you might lose your chance" Bucky sigh, finally standing up from the couch when he sees Sam approaching. From his peripheral vision, Bucky can see his words affect Steve, all he need his one more push. With a serious face he tap Steve's shoulder, "It's okay to be selfish once in a while"
"what are we talking about here?" Sam asked as he senses the serious atmosphere between the two.
"come on, don't lag or I'll leave you behind " Bucky grumbled beaconing Sam to go after him.
A scowl appeared on Sam's face, reluctantly following after Bucky "that should be my line, old man"
And so the bickering began between them.
Steve was lost in thought, Bucky's words repeating on his mind. He has been crushing on you for a while now, but he refuses to say anything at all. He knew your priorities and he has his responsibility, his aware relationship among co-workers never ends well and he doesn't want to risk the good relationship you had with the team if things become worse between you two, not like he'll allow it to become worse.
"Captain, are you okay?" He snapped out of his thoughts when your voice occupied his mind.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, "sorry, I was deep in thoughts, did you need something?"
With the sweet smile you always wore you handed him some papers, "this needs your signature and I just want to remind you that Mr. Stark asked for a meeting later this afternoon"
He had always been amazed at your professionalism, how you can easily manage between your job and your personal life.
You smiled wider when he finish signing and gave it back to you. "Thank you, Captain, now before I give it back to Fury, do you need something?"
It was then that Bucky's words echoed on his mind once again. ' it's okay to be selfish once in a while"'
"Actually, can you asked Tony to reschedule the meeting" Steve mumbled while you took out your notebook where you write down Steve's schedule.
You scribbled the words Meeting with Tony, "sure, no problem, should I write it down as a break?", You asked waiting for his answer to replace the previous appointment.
Steve stood up from the couch, "no, write down; Confess to Y/n," he says casually watching your serious face as you jot it down then your eyes widening in realization.
"wha--what?" You shutter, cheeks reddening every second that passed, And Steve swore it was the most adorable thing he saw.
"and probably take you out on a date if you agree" He added, his eyes filled with hope, mix with fondness and a hint of amusement.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You gulp, the look on his eyes was too much for your heart so your eyes left his eyes and downcast on the space that separated the two of you.
The slightest smile appeared on Steve's face as he pats your head before leaving.
"I'll see you later, Y/n"
It took a few moments before you recovered and put yourself together, Before shouting after him.
Summary: One little training session with Dean. He won the battle but you won the war.
“anddd you’re down!” Dean smugly grins as he easily grabs your wrist, on one hand, the other grabbing your shoulder before gently forcing you on your back on the ground.
You let out a puff of frustration, breathing heavily to try and catch your breath, your eyebrow twitching as you watch the amused and smug grin on his face.
For the last couple of hours, you've been wrestling with Dean, trying to prove your point that you can defend yourself against a vampire or whatever kind of monster you encounter barehanded. But Dean was barely sweating.
“this is so unfair” you whined, pulling your lips into a pout “we should have at least both your hands tied behind your back”
Dean let out a chuckle before pushing himself off you and offering his hand at you, which you grumpily took.
“and that is fair?” he said only receiving a glare at you. “accept it you suck”
You rolled your eyes at him “yeah, yeah, all hail the big bad Winchester" you mock
"I sure am" he proudly said, puffing his chest a little.
The moment he turned around, an idea pop into your head. With a grin you jump on his back, trying to use your weight to throw him off balance. Unfortunately, Dean had expected you to do so or he just had good reflex.
Despite stumbling a little, Dean manages to grab hold of you and switch your position as he turned you around and once again throwing you onto the mat. Still being gentle as much as he can.
“Nice try” he smirks, hovering above you, hands on either side of your head and your legs trap between his.
"It's worth the try" you breathe, hands snaking around behind his neck, then running it against his hair. A wide grin spreading into his face as he realizes where this is going.
with his eyes trailing down from your eyes to your lips, he leaned down next to your ear “I could think of other ways to get you under me”
Now it was your turn to smirk, in one swift movement you throw over Dean into his back, crawled away, and stood up.
“Yeah, nice try” you snorted, mimicking his previous words, before walking away, swaying your hips a little to tease him more.
Deans groans of disappointment were the last you heard as the silent hallway was filled with your laughter.
Warning/s: nothing much, maybe some depressing moods
Summary: Being single on Valentines day doesn't have to be depressing.
a/n: It was supposed to be for Valentines day, its just a little late. and I'm sorry about the tittle I just cant think of a good one. (but I'm just really lazy to think one)
"are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Wanda asked for at least the whole day. she was already on the door, but her feet seem to not move at the thought of leaving without you.
Shaking your head, you smiled and approach her. "no, you don't need me whining about my lonely life in the background, you guys enjoy your night" you mumbled, fixing her dress and making one last check on her entire get up.
"Alright, but if you change your mind-"
Before she can say more, you grab her shoulder and turn her around towards the door, where Vision was already waiting outside. "I know, I know, enjoy"
She gave you one last look before they disappear into the distance. Turning back into the tower you were greeted by utter silence. Almost everyone had something to do on Valentine's day, either they have a Date or they just busied themselves with something.
But being single is not all that bad, Valentine's dates for singles shouldn't be sad unless you want it to be. So with the towers almost empty you relaxed your shoulders and begun to plan your evening.
The plan was simple, cook some dinner and binge watch some cringe movie. However, nothing seems to be working your way as the simple meal you hope to eat burns. You let out curses as you quickly put out the fire before hearing footsteps approaching.
You lifted your head, tilting it on the side to see Bucky walk in, followed by a gentle breeze that circulated the room. Your chest fluttering as his eyes met yours. If only he knew how much he affected you, while everyone was frightened with his big strong man image, he had the opposite effect on you. Something about him seems to sit so well with you.
Months and years of painful flirting with him, plus countless drunken confessions he never did ask you out so you never did anything about your feelings for him again.
"oh, you're here?" you asked, your voice quiet and gentle as you run the water on the burned pan.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come out of my room" A guilt and disappointed look passed on his face. Making you quickly realize the heaviness of the words you spoke.
"no! No! That's not what I meant!" You quickly called as he turned around to leave. He stops on his tracks before turning back again.
Wiping your hands on the towel you cautiously step out the counter. "I just didn't expect you to be home on Valentine's day"
You gently spoke but the thought of him being with someone makes your chest tighten in pain.
His eyes glazed over at your question before shaking his head at you. "Don't have anywhere to go" his voice came out hoarse, and before you can ask what he's going to do in the kitchen, your question was answered with the growling of his stomach.
You and Bucky exchanged looks, his eyes more on embarrassment before your chuckles filled the silent hall. The previous awkward air was all gone.
Glancing at the burned pans and messy kitchen, that you were sure you would be yelled out by Tony later, there no way you can cook and you're not sure if Bucky can.
"Should we order take out and watch some movie?" You asked, wishing he would agree. Your heart leap in Joy when he gave you a nod.
" We can open some of Tony's prize wine" you smirk, tilting your chin up at the lined up expensive wines behind the glass.
"wouldn't he get mad?" He asked
You shrugged with a laugh "I'm sure he wouldn't even notice it's gone"
"come on"
Halfway through the rom-com movie with Chinese take-out on both your hands and a half-empty wine. Your attention diverted to the winter soldier who can't seem to take his eyes away from you.
After making sure he was looking at you, you took your eyes away from the movie. "what? is there something on my face?" You asked, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand "Is it the sauce?"
He looks flustered for being caught but eventually cleared his throat. "no, it's just...It's not making sense"
You turned to look at him, raising one brow"what is?"
"how come you don't have a date tonight?" He questions as he straightened his back up to look into your eyes. Your mouth fell open as you attempted to formulate a witty but honest response but instead, a flirty one came out.
"how come you never asked me for a date?"
"what?" You watched as Bucky swallowed and his eyes dilated.
"You heard me, Sargent," you said putting down the Chinese take-out on the table.
"oh, I .."
Silence threatens to take over and one look on his expression feels like you've been washed over by cold water. Your brain reminded you what you've just done and why you stop flirting with him. Thought he looks cute being flustered after flirting with him You hated seeing him awkward, depress, and solemn.
After a moment, you clear your throat.
"Sorry, must be the wine talking, you know me when I get drunk" you sheepily spoke. Referring to the countless times you got drunk and confess to him, without him doing anything about it.
Turning your gaze back on the TV, He smiles bitterly "right"
"It's not like I'm your type anyway" you mumbled to yourself but thanks to his hearing he heard it anyway.
"that's not true" he quickly tears his eyes away from the TV to you, then down to his hands like it's the most interesting thing in the world right now.
"It just someone like me...is not for someone like you"
Upon hearing his words a frown etched in your face as you shifted on the couch to face him, the movie already forgotten on the background "someone like you? Bucky do you see yourself in the mirror? You're like equal footing with Steve"
"I'm a broken man Y/n, I'm not a hero" he admitted, his words shattering your heart.
"then we're seeing differently, when I look at you I don't see a broken man, I see a man working hard to fix himself and correct the things he never intended to do, you're not broken you're just...." you pause for a moment to think "... Have cracks at the moment but we'll fix it one step at a time"
You beamed, smiling brightly at him.
Earning his lips to upturned "I don't think there's much a difference between broken and crack, doll"
"that's not the point! The point is they're both fixable" you pouted earning another smile on his lips. Suddenly your eyes met and unlike the countless times he turned away, he finds it hard to look away this time, and so were you.
He didn't allow his eyes to drift away from yours as he stares at you intently.
"Why do you like me so much?" He asked quietly. His question startling you for a second before you began to process how it all started.
Breaking your eye intact with him you cross your arms and slouch on the soft couch, eyes fixed on the TV but not watching it "I think I like you even before I met you"
"what? How I that even possible?"
"Steve used to tell me stories about you, how much you cared about him, how you protect him, and how you're always there with him. He told me everything you did for him and it made me want to be loved like that, to be love and cared for by a person that much, then I met you and before I know it I'm falling in love" you explained, reminiscing about the times you wonder how it would felt to be loved like that.
You knew the other avenger's care and love you but there's a difference between being loved by a person who sees you for you.
A sigh leaves his throat "Y/n I don't think I-"
"no it's alright, you don't like me that way and it's okay," you said quickly, you already made him uncomfortable countless times, the least you can do is spare him the explanation and spare yourself with the heartache.
"no, I like you...a lot actually" he almost whispered, his lips in a tight smile before his mood downhill as his eyes landed on his bionic arms. Opening and closing his fingers as of resting if it was real.
You didn't miss the look of his face darkening as he clenched his hands.
"I just don't want to affect you with my burden"
Your eyebrows furrowed one again as you scoot closer to him and took his bionic hands with yours, intertwining them together. Your other hand cupping his cheeks and turning his head to look at you.
"Bucky, trust me, you're not a burden" you coaxed, voice gentle and soft. The way his eyes shone under the dimly lighted room or the way he gulps. You swore this man will be your death,
Bucky’s gaze traced every detail on your face and once again he found it hard to look away he swallowed thickly, trying to distract from the urges of his mind. But his body moved even before he can think.
Your heartbeat loudly against your chest as you watched him lean in closer. You felt how his hand felt against your face to keep you in place
Your faces were a mere centimeters apart, you can practically feel his breath against you when he stops. "is this okay?"
You chuckled at his words "definitely" you breathe and that all it took before he leaned down and captured your lips.
"Bucky" you mumbled against his lips after you pulled away slightly, a wide grin mirroring each other's expression.
He drapes his arm around your shoulder and pulled you against him." this means we're together right?" He asked hesitantly,
"do you want it to be?" You asked peaking up to meet his eyes on you.
"more than anything in the world" he smiled, just enough to melt your heart all over again.
"then that settles it," you contently said, burying yourself on his chest as he lands another kiss on your forehead.
Summary: 3 times Dean wanted to kiss you and the 1 time he did
The first time Dean felt the urge to lay his lips with your own happened unbeknown to you. it was just a normal day, too normal for the adventurous and crazy life of the Winchesters. and Dean knew, something normal would only mean danger, but it was not a demon making unfair deals nor an Angel trying to take over the earth but a mere smile.
that damn smile
an innocent and bright smile not even address to him. he was peacefully walking back to his room when he happened to glance your way, talking to Castiel and somehow he froze on the spot, totally mesmerized at the sight before him.
He thought his heart was gonna explode when you notice him and offered him an even wider smile.
Sam sat on the corner, laptop on the table watching the whole ordeal with an amused expression.
“Are you okay Dean?” he teased, catching yours and Castiel's attention, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as the older Winchester cleared his throat, eyes darting anywhere but you.
"Nothing" Dean manage to let out before briskly walking back to his room. You look at Sam curiously only to be met with a shrug.
~•~
The second time he felt the pull once again happened a few days after, was when he took a break from research, putting the book down on the table to rest his eyes only to land on your sleeping form.
the side of your head resting on top of the open book you were reading, your cheeks squeeze on a cute way, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as you breath softly.
suddenly, he was awestruck, he felt like the air left his body and as if he can see every small detail decorating your face, the way your eyelashes cast a shadow over your cheeks, or the light glistening against your skin.
He felt his eyes trailing down your lips, wanting nothing more than to lean down and collide his lips with yours, countless thoughts running on his mind, how would it felt against his lips, would it be soft or sweet? Maybe both.
He had to snap back to reality as he realizes what he was thinking. He had to pull himself together and focus on research than fantasizing about something he can never have.
But seeing the peaceful look on your face sets his heart at ease, knowing that on their crazy life they had you, reminding themselves there still good around them.
He finds it adorable as you mutter words incoherently in your sleep, he can't help but smile as he gently and carefully picks you up to put you on the bed.
~•~
The third time happened almost a month after, death and loss were part of their journey but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt when it happened.
Once again, they loss a close friend over a demon , he acted fine when they had a hunter's burial but now he can feel the pain eating him alive, the only thing keeping him numb was alcohol on his system.
It was already late at night, Sam already asleep and Cas somewhere looking for ways to solve their problem. The silence of the bunker only adding to the pain on his chest as he took another swing of the alcohol.
It was then that you walk in, quietly seating beside him, your mere presence already making him feel better.
"can't sleep too?" You asked, grabbing yourself your alcohol, Dean watches you on the corner of his eyes as you took a swing of the beer.
It was then that he saw your eyes swollen red from crying, and he suddenly realizes it's not just him feeling like crap for not being able to save a life.
"it's not your fault" he muttered, his ruff voice catching your attention but you didn't turn back to him, but sadly stare at your hands.
You let out a deep sigh, "how can it not be, I was with him, but I-"
"Hey, hey!" Dean Interrupted, reaching out his hands and placing them on your cheeks to make you look at him. "Don't ever blame yourself for this, or anything, you didn't do anything wrong"
The moment Dean saw tears slowly rolled down your cheeks, he wanted nothing to do more than kiss the pain away from your sad and broken eyes. He wished nothing more his whole life than make you happy in this instance.
But instead of a kiss, he refrained himself and wipe the tears away before pulling you in for a hug.
~•~
Dean Winchester was never known for his patience, but when it comes to you he tries as much as possible.
But there's not much a guy can hold in.
His eyes are hard as he glares at Ketch, his jaw clench in anger, the British man unaware of the daggers directed at him as he was busy flirting to you.
Dean knew he was on way too deep, he kept denying to himself his not in love with you, but one long and meaningful talk with his brother had him admitting he was in love.
He always refrained himself from acting and blurring his feeling in front of you, but there's no way he's gonna seat still while a British man steals you away.
Jealousy bubbled up as he continues to watch your lips move, talking and laughing to something Ketch said. He tries to hold it in, he really did. But the moment he saw Ketch reach out towards you, his stomach twisted in rage.
Before he knew it, he was striding towards you two, hands clenched in anger. "Alright, that's it, keep your hands to yourself"
Dean gritted, ripping Ketch's hands off you before placing himself between you and Ketch.
"I don't see the problem in here, as much as I know you and this lovely young lady is not in a relationship" Ketch politely mock,
Dean opened his mouth only to close it back again as he can't seem to find the right words to say without breaking it you that he loves you.
Ketch raise a mocking eyebrow at him,
"Guys, what's going on?" He heard you ask as you step on the side, passively looking at the two men.
Dean and Ketch's exchange looks, Dean glances back and forth between you and Ketch, and he only arrived at one conclusion, there no way he's gonna let that smug son of a b***ch win.
So without thinking much of it, he reaches out and grabs your cheeks with both hands before leaning down and placing his lips on yours, everything happened so quickly that you stood frozen for a few seconds before you process what's going in.
Dean Winchester was kissing you. You're happy to die any moment now.
The kiss was surprisingly short, but the fireworks it elicited was beyond you. It was passionate and filled with every emotion he felt for you. Perfect was not even a word to describe how wonderful it felt.
When he pulled away, Ketch was long gone with a knowing smirk on his lips.
Dean studied you warily, giving you a surprised and apologetic look. He tried restraining himself but seeing you and Ketch together made something snap within himself.
He took your silence as a sign of rejection and he rushed to fill the silence with a conversation, "I'm sorry, I don't know what went through my head, I've liked you ever since and I-"
Before he can finish his rumbles, you snake your hand behind his neck to pull him down, close your eyes, stood on your toes, and place a kiss on his lips.
You broke apart after a moment, stared down at you, pure happiness etched into his face before he broke out in a wide ridiculously happy grin that you can't help but return.
"that this means...that you.." he mumbled, hesitantly pointing between you and him, that you replied with a chuckle and a nod.
"I like you too Dean, for a very long time now too" you coaxed, voice gentle and soft. You got surprised the moment his arms went around your waist and spun you around, a genuine and wide smile etched in his lips like a kid, and there's no way you will trade the look on his face right now to anything in the world, and so was he.
I got history with [Benny]. I’m not signing up for a witch hunt. I owe him more than that. What in God’s great creation could a Winchester possibly owe a vampire?
Summary: its about the reader being an archangel joining the supernatural
A/n: I just realize, this has been rotting on my draft
Part 1
You watch as the scenery outside the car window blurs by “wow! Look at all those buildings, Last time I was awake, everything was more simple just a brick and a wood” you amused, you were seated on the back of the impala while Sam was in front and Dean drives. The Winchesters had too many trust issues to leave you on your own but they also have too much heart to trap you in their dungeon, so the only option left was to let you tag along with them.
“Hey hey hey! What’s that giant thing?” you excitedly pointed out, eyes glued outside while Sam reluctantly turns to look. Between the two brothers, Sam had been more welcoming to you, Dean not so much.
“that’s a fountain”
“a fountain” you amused, trying out the words like a child learning its first words “ looks convenient, now humans can drink free” you mumbled as the fountain quickly pass by out of your sight.
Sam cleared his throat, controlling himself not to laugh “that’s just for decoration, we don’t drink from there” Sam explained while Dean looks at you weirdly from the mirror.
“what really? Humans are weird, Such a waste of resources, if we turn that into holy water then humans can protect themselves ”
“you’re the weird one out here”
After your suggestion, Dean put on loud music to shut you up. A few hours later, the tall grey buildings turn into trees, and soon enough Dean stops in front of a cabin. Sam and Dean get out of the car, you were about to follow them but Dean stops you.
“bring those,” he said as he pointed to the two boxes beside you, you just rolled your eyes but still obliged.
“I’m not your damn luggage carrier” you groaned as you put down the boxes while the brothers hug the short-haired woman.
Her eyes drifting into curious gaze at it landed on you “um..who are you again?” she asked,
“she’s staying with us for a while. Y/N this is Charlie” Sam introduce you, moving slightly to the side to let you two meet. She offered her hands at you which you only glance at, not sure what to do with it, noticing your uncomfortable and confuse gaze she forcefully took your hand and shake it, all the while smiling at you.
“that’s right, I’m their guest, not their servant,” you said sternly emphasizing your words to Dean who only rolled his eyes on you in response. Not paying any mind to the older Winchester you turned your frown upside down as you put your two fingers on her forehead to heal her wounds. “anyways, nice to meet you”
Charlie looking more bright and having more color on her previous pale skin beamed at you “I think I’m gonna like you” she smiled, Sam giving a knowing look at Dean, indicating the good act you just did. For the last few days, Sam had been trying to ease Dean’s suspicion on you, but Dean can be stubborn as long as he can.
“where's the book?” Dean impatiently interrupted, not minding his brother who just sighs on the corner. Charlie starts informing them of what she learned while Sam flip open the pages, while you take a peek beside him. Then, Dean suddenly starts acting weirdly, taking the book from Sam and just standing there staring at it.
“Dean? Dean!” Sam called Snapping his brother back to reality. “what?” was his only response before Dean shockingly look at the book in his hand then around him, completely bewildered and not a single clue on what’s happening.
A look of realization hit him as he continues to stare at the book in his hand before he painfully pulled himself together and reluctantly handed the book back to Charlie. “I don’t think it’s a good idea that I touch this ” he mumbled before taking his leave, away from the book.
A knowing smile spread on your lips before you quickly cover it up “now that’s a whole new kind of weird” you mumbled after exchanging looks with Sam and Charlie, but the corner of your lips can’t just stop turning upward.
The rest of the day was spent translating the book but there was no progress at all. As Sam said it was an entire book of unreadable text that’s also in code.
“Can’t you use your angel mojo and read this?” Dean suggested shooting you a look from across the room, as you fumble around the things in the cabin kitchen. You momentarily stop your rummaging to glare back at Dean, “No, do I look like a translator to you?” you remarked
“then you’re just useless” He mumbled but you certainly heard it. “not like you’re any use” you angrily huff, turning around and continue your rummaging, but you can feel Dean shoot you daggered with his eyes, probably murdering you in his mind.
“I’m guessing they don’t get along well?” Charlie whispered to Sam in the other room, Sam sigh in frustration at his brother as he whispered back to Charlie “Dean never gets along with anyone” Sam whispered back.
A couple of hours later, having the mark of Cain and the book in the same room begun being unbearable, at the same time translating the book had been going nowhere. It was at this moment that Dean has begun to give up.
It was almost sundown when you notice Dean’s burning gaze at the book of the dammed on Sam’s hand. You can only guess it was calling to him.
“We have to get rid of that, burn it, bury it, I don’t give a damn. We’ll just have to find another way to fix the mark” Dean argued as he snapped his eyes away from the book, Sam furrowed his eyebrows at his brother in disapproval. “like what?” Sam asked
“I don’t know” Dean dejectedly mumbled all the while frustratingly drinking from his cup.
“So you’re giving up?” Charlie asked
“no, I’m not giving up. Charlie, I don’t have a death wish. Okay, even if I did, I can’t die, not with this thing on my arm, What I can do is I can fight it as long as I can until...” Dean trails off, having difficulty finishing up his words.
“Until what? Tell me! Until what Dean? Until I watch you become a demon again, until then? I can’t do that. I won’t do that” Sam answered back, standing up from where he was seating to come face to face with Dean. The older Winchester however didn’t back down, his jaw tight.
“well, then you’ll have to lock me up. Bind me to the bunker-like you did last time”
Unlike you who had been having fun watching them fight, Charlie couldn’t stand it anymore and also stood up and probably break up the emerging argument.
“that doesn’t solve anything” Charlie spoke, the brothers calm down for a second as Sam let out a breath of exhaustion. “Look, just let us translate the book, okay? If there's a cure, we’ll do it and deal with the consequences later. I can’t lose you” Sam almost pleaded, but instead of sympathy, Dean only got angrier.
“really? You changed your mind on that, cause that’s not what you said last time” With Dean’s words, Sam seemed to have lost his temper as he frustratingly runs his fingers on the locks of his hair. “oh, come on man, you know I didn't mean to do that”
“This is my cross to bear, Sam. Mine. And that book is not the answer. Now, we got to destroy it before it falls into the wrong hands, and that includes me” Dean explained, his confession coming unexpectedly, everyone falling into silence. “I’m gonna go for a drive. Uh, Charlie, we forgot to pick up your snacks”
“Dean look-“
“we’ll figure out another way and Sam I’ll get my vacation, but not today not like this” Dean said taking his jacket and leaving, the loud bang of the door closing snapping you out of the trance as you finally move from where you were seated.
“I’ll go with him” you announced to the two as you followed behind Dean, not giving them time to react at all. You quickly skip towards the Impala and slid through the front seat, before Dean could drive off.
“what are you doing?” he asked, while you just shrug your shoulders and made yourself comfortable on the seat. “after all that drama? I don’t want to stay there”
He held your playful gaze for a while but he eventually gives up and let his eyes elsewhere “don’t speak a damn word” He angrily spoke while you made a gesture to playfully zip your mouth.
The drive to the mart was nothing but silence, except for the once in awhile drum of your fingers on the car door which Dean threatened to cut off if you don’t stop.
“Stay here, don’t go anywhere”
“I won't”
With that you stayed in the car, eyes following after Dean angrily went inside the mart. The silence was however filled with a familiar voice echoing out to you inside your head. Repeating your name as if an alarm to remind you of a deadline.
“now’s not really a good time” you mumbled, your playful eyes turning into a serious one, turning red for a split second.
Upon hearing the reply inside your head, you scoff “well, you are absolutely right, Dean’s proven to be difficult, I don’t know if it’s the mark or it’s just him but his not trusting me right away” you mumbled your smile turning upside down as you watch Dean in the mart, picking up some things.
“everything's going according to plan, we have the book of the dammed ”
You nod, face completely serious and void of any emotion “I know, I didn’t go out of this trouble just to play, be patient I’ll get you out there soon enough” you put up your innocent and sweet smile once again, acting as if you wasn’t just talking to someone on your head, you playfully wave your hand as you made eye contact to Dean, who he just rolled his eyes and continued with his shopping.
Your thoughts were interrupted as gunshots echoed from inside the store. You scrambled out of the car and quickly run inside to find Dean on the ground emptying his gun at a really big guy.
“Hey!” you loudly called causing the guy to turn around only to meet your fist that sent him flying towards the back, shattering the glass door of the drinks.
“what’s with that guy?” you asked Dean who scramble to his feet to stand up and pulled out his phone from his pocket, only to find it broken.
“We have to go back now” he stated, more like ordered as he practically runs back to the car without giving you an explanation.
“What’s going on?” Charlie asked, after seeing Dean panicking locked the door as if it can keep them away.
“The Stynes, they found us,” Dean alarmingly said as he began to pace around the room.
You stayed planted on your spot, arms crossed keeping watch on the window as Dean began throwing holy oil into the fireplace. Your eyes narrowed down on the newly arrived car.
“They’re here” you called out while Charlie and Dean pulled out their gun and spreading around the Cabin.
“burn it now!” Dean ordered Sam which definitely catch your attention. Your eyebrows furrowing in realization at the older Winchester's plan, leaving all reasons behind you stalk towards Sam about to forcefully snatch the book away when the window was continuously broken, Stynes tackling Dean and Charlie.
“Sam! Burn it now!” Dean shouted, snapping the younger Winchester out of his trance. Seeing his hesitation, you forcefully took the book in his hands.
“hey Frankensteins!” you loudly called, holding the book up, displaying it on the open for them to see catching his attention “looking for this?” The moment he looks at you and the book in your hand you tossed it on the fire with a very satisfied and wild grin on your face.
“you silly girl” he growled, angrily stalking you. But before he can come for you, Sam interfered and stab him on the abdomen.
You can tell, Sam’s disappointment all the way ride home. But you can also tell, Dean’s approval to you.
That night, after celebrating for a win and Dean was already asleep, you sneak out the bunker hallways and tiptoed to Sam’s room, which was oddly not locked “Sam? Can I talk to you for a second?” you called as you step inside his room.
He looks at you from his laptop, probably already searching for another way. upon seeing you he close his laptop and focus all his attention on you “sure, what is it?”
“Don’t be mad okay?” you started as you took something out inside your long coat. “I thought it was a waste to just burn it so I kind of save it” you added as you handed him something wrapped in clothing.
Sam’s eyes widen in surprise as he looks at you then back at the book in his hands “Y/N this is…”
“I know Dean said to burn it but I know how important saving Dean is to you so I –“ before you can finish your sentence he was already hugging you, one arm wrapped around your shoulder to pull you closer and the other holding the book.
“This is amazing, Thank you”
The very next day, Sam went to meet a certain witch to ask for her help to decode the book. The very same witch that you would seek out in the coming of days to ask for another kind of help.
The loud closing of the door echoed as you step inside the bunker. eyes landing on the two hunters casually chatting on the arch between the library and the map room.
"hey guys" you shouted cathing their attention. as you step down the stairs you barely heard Ketch bid goodbye to Dean.
The hunter silently greeting you as he passes you. All the while you can't help your eyes but follow his figure down the hallway, eyes trained on his glorious butt.
A low whistle escaping your mouth.
"seriously?" Dean huffed in annoyance, after you turned around and came face to face with him "off all people, it has to be Ketch?"
"what? It's a nice ass" you playfully said, a smirked already making its way into your face.
Dean rolled his eyes at you while he grumpily walked away but not before muttering a quiet curses, which you definitely heard.
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