You Should Know
Here’s my entry for the @kas-not-cas Challenge!
Prompt: “I don’t like salad or eye contact”
Summary: Reader comes home to some interesting surprises after a long trip. Of course, she has her shocking facts to share as well.
Parings: SamxReader
Author: Nora
Type: One Shot
A/N: I feel like this is actually horrible but here goes nothing *hides behind the trees*
The journey from California back to Kansas had felt like eons. It took a lot of blood, sweat, and grit in order to convince the boys to let you go see your family; they had feared that the journey could put you and them in danger. But, after pushing the concept that Cas could keep constant tabs on you, they gave in.
Your parents had actually almost walked in on you talking to Cas, and you quickly had to grab your phone (almost falling off the bed) and pretend you were talking to a ‘coworker’. They accepted it and left you alone once again.
Windows down, playlist on, wind pouring through the body of the car; you couldn’t feel happier about returning home to your boys. While you would miss your other family, you knew it was for the best.
Besides, you had grown quite fond of your broken family waiting for you in Kansas.
Pulling into the secret garage, you hear a crash as the Winchesters burst through the door and run up to your car.
“You were supposed to call me an hour ago!” Dean yells angrily as he yanks the driver side door open and pulls you into a hug. He roughly kisses the side of your head while you reply “I honestly forgot I’m sorry! But don’t you think calling you every two hours on a four day trip is a tad excessive? Why not when I take my breaks?”
“Because you drive like a fiend and won’t get out from behind the wheel for unhealthy amounts of time.”
You let him go with a smirk before going to greet Sam, who should have been your first hug in theory.
“You were gone for years.” He complains, holding you closer than you thought possible.
“It sure felt like it. By the way, how did Dean beat you to the car?”.
Sam lets out a long sigh, pressing you against the car; you can see him leaving just over Sam’s shoulder.
“He may or may not have shoved me...?”
Something between a snort and and a laugh makes it way out of your lips.
“I swear to God that man has maternal instincts from the way he so lovingly suffocates me. But I gotta hand it to him, that was just plain mean.”
Sam laughs and grabs your tattered duffel from the Jeep. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
You leave the boys for a beat to shower. As you gently scrub your body and run your hands through your hair, the steam brings your mind back to your trip.
Your parents and little sister had had so many questions for you that you couldn’t answer. The only comfort you could provide them were foggy and vague blanket statements. You could tell you were stretching your luck with them, but the life you’re in provides no other options.
Should you attempt to tell the truth, surely they’d send you to a hospital and tell you that you’re ‘unwell’. Plus, it could put them in more danger.
You knew going into this trip that it could be dangerous for them, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. If you left for too long they’d call the police and report you missing. And if you faked your death there was no way they could survive such a loss.
So, things were going to have to remain as they were.
Rinsing the soap from your tired body and running the water through your hair one last time, you turn off the water and reach for a towel.
After pulling on your red flannel pants and one of Sam T-Shirts that you stole, you softly pad down the hall to the kitchen.
“You better be hungry Y/N!” Shouts Dean. It’s then that your nose realizes the grand smells pouring out from the kitchen. “Cas did some shopping.”
“Chinese take out is your favorite, but so are french fries and strawberry milkshakes so…” Cas says sheepishly from the chair he’s perched on. You run over and embrace him in a bear hug.
“What did I ever do to deserve such amazing people?” You ask. Sam and Dean rush over and hug you from behind.
After the food had been completely consumed and the boys had cracked open a bottle of whiskey, you sat on the couch with a mug of tea on your knees. Your chest releases a sigh of content.
“Y/N.” Sam says, looking over at your drooping eyes. “How ‘bout we get you to bed.”
“But I wanna stay up with y’all.” You protest sleepily; like a toddler who doesn’t want to nap.
“Come on now.” Sam lifts you up in his arms and nods goodnight to the others before bringing you to your shared room.
He places you in the bed, strips to his boxers and pulls on a fresh shirt. You admire him lazily from the pillows before he folds in next to you.
“Sam.” You say, turning over to face him. “Yes baby?”
“There are two important things you need to know about me, and I think tonight’s a good night to tell you.”
A crinkle forms between his brows as he worriedly grabs your hand.
Your lips can’t hold back your smile. “I’m sorry man, but I don’t like salad or eye contact.”
A scoff escapes his lips. “How can you not like salad?” He sits up now, wide awake. You follow suit and run tired hands through your hair.
“Because it’s green and it’s just...I don’t know...gross.”
“I don’t think we can be together then.” He crosses his arms playfully, glancing to the side.
You grab his jaw firmly with your hands and plant a reassuring kiss on his warm lips. “Oh come on now, who else is going to let you go on for hours and hours about lore and actually listen?”
“True, but riddle me this. How come you kept eye contact while telling me you hate it?”
“It’s just this weird thing where whenever I try to explain that I always make steady eye contact. And then they’re like “Well why’d you look me in the eye just know?” etcetera. Just, strange things.”
Well I think you’re very very tired and should get to bed.” He leans in to kiss you, moving your body back into a horizontal position.
“Good night, Y/N.” He kisses your temple one last time.
“Night salad.”
