Pushing Forward
Pairing: SamxReader, DeanxSoulmate!reader, CrowleyxDaughter!reader Word count: 5,777 Co-authored with : @reigningqueenofwords Warnings: Swearing, blood Original post date : April 28th, 2016.
Chapter 15 of ‘She’s Leaving, Dean’.
You sat there for as long as you dared, but you needed to compose yourself before your dad saw you. Taking a deep breath, you wiped your cheeks and snapped yourself back to the seamstress. She had finished your dress design, and you gave her your approval.
It didn’t take you long to finish up with her before it was lunch time. You weren’t even that hungry. Sam was expecting you at the bunker, but he wasn’t there, and he wasn’t in hell with you. Shaking your head, you zapped yourself to the woods in some random state. You just wanted to be able to think clearly.
You were sitting under a tree looking up through the branches when Crowley appeared before you. “What are you doing way out here love? We’ve been in the dining room waiting for you.”
“I just needed space to think, dad.”
He looked down at you. “Is everything alright, Love?” You shook your head. “Want to talk about it?” You shook your head again. Crowley sighed. “Do you want me to clear my calendar, stay out here with you?”
You gave him a sad chuckle. “No, we both know that you’re not exactly the nature type.”
“You’re right, I’m not.” He sat next to you. “But, you’re worth it.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. Your mood was getting worse and worse, and you knew exactly why. “You know you can tell me anything, right, Love?” His voice was soft, and caring.
“Thanks.” You whispered.
You both sat quietly for a while. He just watched you the whole time. Not even caring that he had left Sam sitting in the dining room almost 20 minutes ago. “How about you head home, take a nice hot bath and then a nap? You can’t sit out here forever, Love. Sam’s worried about you.”
You nodded. “Yeah, I guess your right. “
He snapped himself to the dining room, and you to your room. Sam jumped up, worried. Crowley held up his hand. “She’s alright. I found her in the woods.” He told him.
“The…woods?”
“Yes. Something’s bothering her, but she’s refusing to talk about it. She’s off taking a hot bath and hopefully getting another nap in.”
You went straight to your bathroom, stripping out of your clothes. You caught your reflection in the mirror. You looked like hell. Grabbing the closest thing to you, you threw it at the mirror. Shards were everywhere, but you honestly didn’t care. Turning on the water, you stepped in.
Once the water reached the top of the tub, you turned it off. You didn’t care that it over flowed to the floor every time you moved. You just laid there staring up at the ceiling, tears burning your eyes.
Dean made his way down to the kitchen, the blood on his hand started to coagulate. Not that he cared. He grabbed a beer and sighed.
Sam walked into your bathroom and stopped in his tracks. “Babe?” You glanced at him and he saw how red your eyes were.
Licking your lips, you sighed. “I saw Dean.”
“How? He left the bunker right after you. Hex bag and all.”
“I felt him in distress.” You said, eyes moving back to the ceiling. “I found him in our empty room. He wouldn’t even look at me, or speak to me. I tried to get him to talk to me…but he wouldn’t. He’s my best friend, and it’s like I don’t exist anymore.”
“He must have got there after I left…”
You turned to him. “What do you mean after you left?”
“He left not long after you, wouldn’t talk to me, nothing. Just left. I tried to call him and he refused to pick up. Your dad couldn’t find him, Cas wouldn’t tell me where he was…”
You sat up “So… Dean didn’t ask you to leave?”
Sam looked at you confused “No. I left him a message saying if he wanted space that bad we would leave. I was going to talk to you about it.”
You cut him off getting out of the tub so fast, you slipped on the wet tiles. He reached out to catch you. You grabbed a towel and rushed past him grabbing clothes. He watched you go and noticed you were getting angry.
“I YELLED at him Sam. I saw our empty room and I got mad. Why didn’t he tell me it was you and not him?! And why would you do that without talking to me? The bunker is my home, Sam. Dean is my family. He’s falling apart and he’s there alone.” Sam gave you a confused look. “I can feel it!” you shouted at him. “I need to find him. I need to say sorry..”
Sam was confused. “What do you mean you can feel it?” He asked.
You shrugged, pulling on your jeans. “I don’t know! All I know, is I can tell he’s in a bad place right now. It’s my fault. I’ll be back for dinner.” You pulled on your shirt and kissed him gently. “We’ll discuss this later, so I highly suggest you figure out what the hell you plan to say.”
Snapping your fingers, you left Sam standing in your room. Looking around the kitchen, you spotted small drops of blood. You followed them to Dean, sitting on the floor. You knelt next to him and hugged him tight, crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your voice was soft. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t the one who had us leave?”
“Because you’d be mad at him” his voice was so low you could barely hear him. “And all I want in this world is for my brother to be happy.” You could tell he wasn’t telling you everything. You could feel it, but you knew better then to push if he didn’t want to talk about something.
“So what if I get mad at him Dean? He did something stupid, he deserves it. And it won’t be the last time I’m sure.” You shifted so you were sitting. “Dean, please. What is going on? Sam says you took off with a hex bag. Can you at least tell me why you did that?”
Dean shook his head. “I’d rather not.” His eyes were staring at his hand.
You leaned on his shoulder. “It’s not your job to protect your brother from his fiancee getting mad at him. Getting into stupid disagreements and arguing happens, especially in marriage.” You felt him stiffen slightly. “Please, don’t shut me out, Dean. You mean a lot to me.”
He nodded and he leaned his head on yours. “I’m sorry.” he whispered. “I don’t know what’s going on with me.” He hated lying to you, but he had to. He’d have to force himself to act as he always had around you. It was hard. Where he saw a deep friendship before, he was starting to see more.
The pit in his stomach was gone now. Which told him you bought it and were calming down.
Shifting, you playfully punched his arm. “Stop having such chick flick moments!” You teased. You stood up and held out your hand to him. “Come on, let me clean up that hand.” You gave him a soft smile.
Sam moved through hell, which was getting too easy, to find Crowley. He finally found him in his office. “Well, I’d like it to be known, that if she kills me tonight, I’d like to leave all my weapons to her.”
Crowley stared at him a moment. “Oh, I doubt she’d kill you. Maim you, maybe. Not kill.” Sam chuckled and sat in the chair across from Crowley’s desk. “She found out it was you who emptied her home did she?” Sam nodded. “I warned you. I suggest you get your hound seeing glasses on, Moose. You’re in the dog house tonight.”
Shaking his head, he sighed. “Not even married and I have her father joking with me like that.” His head fell back as he rubbed his face.
“Why do you think there’s no current Queen?” Crowley pointed out.
Dean got up, not taking your hand. It hurt, but you didn’t let it show. “I’ll meet you in your room.” You told him, making your way to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
“Okay.” He said quietly, not arguing.
Once you had the first aid kit, you went into his room, sitting next to him. “Do you want us to give you space?”
He sighed. “I want you guys to do you. I want you happy. If you’re happy, then I’m happy.” he gave you a soft smile. You were about to tell him that didn’t answer your question when he spoke again. “I don’t want you forced out of here, if that’s what your asking. It killed me seeing your empty room. I wanted a bit of space, but not like this.”
You smiled at him and raised your hand to snap. “There. Moved back in.” He chuckled. “Something is wrong, Dean. I can feel it. I’m not going to force you to talk about it, but it hurts that you won’t talk to me. We’ve always told each other everything. Promise me that when you’re ready, you’ll talk to me?” Your eyes locked with his and he swallowed, giving a small nod.
Moving your attention to his hand again, you sighed. “…I may have broken a mirror in hell, as well…” You told him, trying to lighten the mood.
Dean stared at you, half amused. “Seriously?” He asked.
You chuckled, nodding. “After I left, I kinda broke down. I could feel you hurting, which made me hurt worse. I ended up in the woods somewhere. Dad came and got me. Told me I should take a hot bath.” You told him as you pulled out tiny pieces of mirror. “Well, I got back to hell, and after I got undressed for my bath, I saw my reflection. I grabbed the first thing I saw…and I threw it as hard as I could. It was a wall sized one, so you can imagine the mess.”
He watched you. You were so alike in many ways. It’s what made you such great friends.
“I kind of then over flowed my bath, and when Sam told me it was him and not you that basically kicked me out of my home.. well.. I slipped and almost fell into all that glass… Today could have ended a lot worse if he hadn’t of caught me.” you smiled.
“Well, I’m glad he was there, then.” He told you as you finished bandaging his hand. “Thanks.”
You put everything away. “I’ll give you that space, Dean. We’ll stay in hell tonight. Or…I will. Let’s see what your brother has to say for himself.” Getting up, you kissed his cheek. “No more punching things. I don’t need to be popping up here to patch your sorry ass up.” You teased.
He smiled. “No promises.”
“I have my phone, just because I’m in hell doesn’t mean I’m unreachable, okay? if you need anything, drop a dime.” You said that last part in your ‘Dean’ voice and he laughed before nodding. You snapped yourself back to your room.
You groaned when you saw that Sam was gone. Focusing on him, you were surprised to get to your dad’s office, and to see them laughing together. “I can see someone’s in a good mood.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.
Sam looked over to you and frowned when he saw the blood on your pants. It wasn’t a lot, as most of the blood on Dean wasn’t that wet…but some had rubbed off. “Everything okay?”
Taking a deep breath, you shook your head. “I just had to first, get my best friend to talk to me, okay? Then, I have to pull SHARDS of mirror our of his knuckles. After that, I had to clean up his hand, because your fucking brother doesn’t know the meaning of a towel when bleeding. Finally, I had to bandage it.” You yelled at Sam. Crowley just sat back, wide eyed. “All because you couldn’t fucking TALK to me before making him feel fucking abandoned. He wanted space, yeah, but it killed him to see our room empty. Our things are back in the bunker. I highly suggest that you go fucking make it up to him because I refuse to feel him have all those negative emotions, and I refuse to see that look on his face again, Samuel.”
He blinked, surprised at how angry you were. “Uhhh….I’m sorry.” He sighed.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Go see your brother.” You snapped your fingers, landing Sam in Dean’s room, on the floor. Turning to your dad, you raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Two things, Love. 1, I told him he’d regret not talking to you before doing that. 2, I’ve never been more proud of you. My daughter, striking fear in the Winchesters.”
“Shut up, dad” you tried not to smile. “Didn’t stop you from joking around with him, did it?”
Crowley shrugged. “Calm before the storm, Love.”
Dean jumped when Sam landed on his floor with a thud. “I’m taking it that she’s not happy with you?”
Sam sighed. “That was the angriest that I have ever seen her. She screamed at me, in front of Crowley, in his office.”
“So, you’re in the dog house, huh?” He handed Sam one of the beers from the case he had next to his bed.
Sam nodded as he got up and opened the beer. “Crowley told me I should put on my hound seeing glasses.” Dean laughed. “She said that I need to find a way to make this up to you. Along with many other colorful words. Unless you wanna hear her chewing me out, I’m not repeating that.”
Dean’s eyebrows went up. “That bad?”
“Oh yeah.” He chuckled, leaning against the dresser. “Didn’t really give me a chance to speak, either. She screamed at me, and then told me to come see you. Here I am.” He took a swig of his beer. “She called me ‘Samuel’.”
“Oh shit” Dean chuckled.
“Yeah…” Sam was staring down at his beer. He wanted to ask his brother about what the hell happened today, but he was enjoying just talking to him. “She’s definitely the kind of woman we Winchesters need in our lives.” he laughed. “For a second, I almost felt like I was being yelled at by Ellen again.”
Dean was shocked to hear that. They’d never met anyone quite like Ellen. “At least she didn’t use her powers on you.” He pointed out. “Ugh. I have to mop the kitchen floor. And the hall…”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
All Dean did was hold up his bandaged hand. “I dripped.”
The two brothers walked out of the room, but Dean didn’t see any blood. Confused, he checked the bathroom. There was a new mirror in place. “I guess she thought of everything.” Sam noted.
“Yeah, I guess she did.” Dean smiled softly to himself. “I’m starving. I still haven’t eaten yet. Wanna go out and grab some grub?”
“Sure.” they headed out, putting their half drank beers on a table as they went.
Most of the down feelings from Dean had disappeared, thankfully. You were currently laying on the floor of your father’s office playing on your phone while he held a meeting. You were behind his chair, so you weren’t really a distraction. Hell, you were barely paying attention. You jumped when you happened to glance over and see him staring at you. “What?”
“I asked if that was alright with you.” He smirked.
“It would be helpful if I knew what you were talking about…”
He chuckled. “Mind playing Queen for a few hours?”
Your eyes got wide. “Are you insane? You honestly trust me with something like that? You saw how I flipped out on Sam.”
“Exactly.”
“Why can’t you play King?” You countered, sitting up. You could just barely see over the desk to see a few confused demons.
He sighed. “I have some…duties that I need to attend to, and I’d much prefer to take my time, and have time to calm down after.” You nodded, having an idea of what he was talking about. “So, what’ll it be?”
You chewed on your lip. “Think you can con the boys into joining me…?”
He sighed and motioned for the demons to wait outside before he snapped to see what they were up to.
They were in the car on the way back to the bunker when Crowley appeared. “Can you give us some warning?” Dean snapped, making Crowley roll his eyes.
“So, how would you two fine gentleman like helping my dear daughter play Queen for a few hours?”
Sam looked over the seat at him. “Wait, what?”
“I have some things to attend to. She’s going to be playing Queen for that time. Just a few hours. She’s requested that you two join her. I’m guessing it makes her feel safe. Although, the way she yelled at Moose over Squirrel, I am surprised.”
“She really railed on him, huh…?” He really didn’t want to go. But he could feel some unease in his stomach. It could have been just his, but he wasn’t 100% sure, and if it was yours, he couldn’t say no.
Crowley laughed. “I thought Moose might cry.” He was obviously joking, but it made Dean smile.
You paced your father’s office waiting to find out if they would join you. You were nervous, to say the least. Something was obviously upsetting Dean, and you didn’t want to make it worse. Groaning, you sat down in his chair, letting your head fall back.
Dean sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it.” He agreed, making Sam raise his eyebrow at him.
“Really? I expected you to be the one to say no.” Crowley replied.
“Shut it, Crowley.” He snapped, pulling up to the bunker, parking the car. “Sam, you coming?” He looked to his brother.
Sam thought for a moment. “Is she calmed down any?”
Crowley shrugged. “She’s been laying on my office floor since you left playing on her phone and completely ignoring anyone as if she was a sullen teenager.” He said, snapping them to his office. “Comfortable, darling?”
You smiled when you saw both Sam and Dean with him.
“Did your idiot brother apologize?” you asked Dean.
“Not in so many words…” He laughed when he saw the death glare you shot Sam. “But he did buy me lunch, so we’re good.”
“He better have.” You glared, getting up out of the chair.
Sam looked to Dean, and motioned with his hand, “See what I mean.”
“Seriously? You’re the one who decided to make a move without talking to me, and you’re making me out to the bad guy?” You asked, actually shocked.
“Love, why don’t you go get changed, and meet us in the throne room?” Crowley suggested. “You are not ruling hell in skin tight jeans and a t-shirt. No one will take you seriously.”
Groaning, you walked out, leaving the three men alone.
Crowley leaned on his desk, looking between the two of them. “Now, I don’t know what the bloody hell is going on between you two, but you better knock it off. Whatever little pissing battle you have between you is messing with my daughter. Now, you two better sort this out before meeting us in the throne room. Or I’ll kick one of you buggers out, and I can tell you at this rate, it’ll be Moose.”
The boys stared at him, dumbfounded. “Are you serious?” Asked Sam.
“Well, you’re the one she’s been angry with all day, not him. So, yes, I’m bloody serious.” He said before walking out and going to the throne room.
You stood in your closet, staring. What the hell would you wear? Your father wore business clothes, was that what you were supposed to wear? Or did you actually have to dress up. Groaning, you stomped your foot. Screw this, You thought. I’m dressing in hunter gear. You snapped your fingers.
Leaving your room, you went straight to see the three of them in the throne room. Just to see Crowley. “Oh God. Did you kill them?” You asked.
He looked up and sighed. “Love, really? That?” He snapped his fingers and you found yourself in something far different. You were in a black, knee length dress, black heels, your hair just so, and red lips. “You have to command their respect. But, no, I did not kill them. They’re hashing it out in my office.”
“And them seeing me in gear I can kick their asses in won’t? What are they fighting about now? I can’t leave those two alone for ten minutes!” You snapped your fingers, annoyed at the Winchesters. “Okay, what’s the issue now?” You stood there, hands on your hips, waiting for an explanation.
The boys blinked, their eyes roaming over you. “Nothing. Crowley told us to stay here for now. Something about sorting our shit out?” Sam shrugged.
You snapped your fingers and the three of you were in the doorway of the throne room. Without saying anything, you walked towards your father on the throne, actually liking the way you felt in the heels.
Crowley smirked as he watched you walk like true royalty. “There’s my girl.” He said as he stood. “I’ll be back in a few hours. If I’m going to be any later than that, Alistair has agreed to come check on you for a few moments. If anyone gives you any trouble, he’s asked that you inform him.” You raised your eyebrows at that.
Dean stiffened at the mention of him, but was surprised that he was simply to help you that evening. The boys walked up, joining you.
“Well, isn’t that a lovely picture.” Crowley chuckled. “It looks like you have two men instead of just one. Look at them, standing by your side, protecting you.”
Sam smiled, while Dean shifted uncomfortably. Crowley pretended not to notice. “I’ll be fine, Dad. If they piss me off, I’ll just snap their neck until you get back.” You shrugged, half joking.
“I better not come back to half of hell dead, Love.” He smiled. “Maybe a quarter is fine.” You grinned. “Well, I shall return. Dean, you know where to find Alistair if he’s needed. He’s been ordered to behave.” With that, he was gone.
You walked up to the throne and sat down. You looked so small in it. “I hope this goes by fast. I had no intentions of ruling Hell any time soon…”
You crossed your legs and got as comfortable as you could, while looking royal and bitchy. Sam stood on the right side of your throne and Dean on the left. “Here we go.” you smiled awkwardly at the boys, as you waved your hand, opening the doors.
Things didn’t go half as bad as you thought. The feelings you were getting from Dean were confusing you. You could tell he didn’t want to be there. After half an hour, you turned to him. “I know you’re uncomfortable and don’t want to be here. Would you like me to send you home?”
He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you. Just, get this over with ASAP..” You raised your eyebrow at him, “I’m sure, okay? I’ll be fine.”
Sam gave you both a confused look. He didn’t understand how you seemed to be feeling Deans emotions, and you both seemed.. closer… but not at the same time.
You turned and smiled up at him. “You alright?” Sam nodded. “Next!” you called out.
Your father was late, so in came Alistair. “My lady.” He smirked at you. “I trust things have gone smoothly?”
You gave him a small smile. “They have, thank you. No one has stepped out of line.”
“I’ll be near by if you need me.”
He gave Dean a smile that made him shudder. You reached out for his hand, giving it a squeeze. He squeezed back and smiled softly before you let go.
There was one man who wasn’t fond of a ruling you gave on a petty argument.
“Here are your choices.” You said to him, as you leaned forward slightly. “One, suck it up, and move on.” the man growled at you. “Two, wait until you get an audience with my dad again and pray I’m not sitting in this chair.” this was not an acceptable option for him, it had taken months to get an audience. “Three, if you demand an agreeable answer now, try Alistair. Just hope he’s in a good mood. Or Four. Fight me for it. If you think you can beat me, between my demon powers, hunter training, “ The man turned when he heard Franky stalk in growling. “Oh and my hound. Which do you choose, sir?”
Sam and Dean stood tall, each with a hand on your shoulder to show that he would have to get through them to get to you.
The man bowed. “I’m sorry, your Majesty.” and with that he sulked out.
“NEXT!” you yelled, and everyone flinched.
You heard a slow clap from the back of the room as Crowley moved forward through the crowd. He was beaming with pride.
You grinned at him as you rose from the throne. “How long have you been there?” You asked, ignoring the rest of those waiting for an audience.
“Long enough.” He replied. “The way you handled him was perfection, Love. You and the wonder twins can go if you’d like. I can take it from here.”
Grabbing each of them by the hand, your dragged them into the hallway. “Come on, Dean, I’ll show you my room.” You looked down when you felt something rub your leg, trying to get between you and Dean. “Franky, he’s fine. He won’t hurt me.” You scooped up the hellhound and handed her to Sam. “Here. Chill her out, she’s missed you.”
You snapped your fingers and were holding Sam’s glasses. He smiled and put them on. “Okay, but Franky, don’t wreck my shirt this time. I like this one.” He put her down. “Meet you at your room?” You nodded and he kissed you. “Come on, Franky.” and he took off running with her.
You smiled after him as you and Dean started following them. “Do you want glasses too? She’s pretty cute for a hell hound.”
He smiled shaking his head softly. “Not right now.” You looped your arm around his, ignoring the stares of people roaming the halls. “How do you deal with the stares?” he asked.
You smiled. “When they get annoying?” he nodded. “Like this.” you waved your hand and one of the demons fell, as three more tripped over him.
You both giggled as you turned the corner out of sight. “I never expected to be in Hell again. Especially not like this.” He admitted.
“If you get uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to ask to go home. Although, if you do decide to visit more often, there’s a spare room right down the hall from my chambers. I guess they did that rather than making the room off of mine.” You shrugged.
He didn’t answer, but you didn’t mind. You knew Hell wasn’t his thing. You were glad he came though. You leaned your head on his shoulder for the rest of the walk. Making another 3 demons trip and fall just to hear Dean chuckle. Finally, you came to your room. Throwing the door open, Sam was rolling on the floor with Franky. She came running and sniffed around Dean. He stiffened. Sam got up and handed him the glasses.
“She’s pretty nice, Dean. Just say hi, at least once.”
Dean couldn’t believe that Sam was actually rolling around playing with a damn Hellhound! You leaned over and picked her up, scratching her under her chin. Looking at Dean, you gave him your puppy eyes and pouted. “Damn it.” He took the glasses from Sam and sighed, putting them on. Looking over to you, he saw a decent sized puppy snuggled close to your chest. Franky licked your chin, making you laugh.
You set her down and smiled, kneeling. “Franky, see if you can get Sam’s shirt.” You teased him.
“Really?” Sam asked. “Not fair!” He laughed. “I don’t have the glasses.” You stood up and laughed as Sam almost fell, Franky tugging on his pant leg just like any puppy would.
“You should see him with her and Juliet. It’s hysterical.” You glanced at Dean. “We had them in the training room with us, with Dad. Sam was like a big kid in a pile of puppies.”
Dean shuddered. “Your pup, I can deal with that. Juliet though. That one doesn’t like me.” Franky came and dropped Sam’s torn shirt at Deans feet. He smiled softly at her for a second. “Yeah, not my favorite shirt either.” he said to her. She jumped up at his hand, trying to get him to play.
You snapped and Sam’s shirt was back in one piece and on him. She turned and ran for it. Dean tossed him the glasses, “You’re going to need these!”
“Yeah, well, Juliet tries anything and Daddy will need a new fucking hound.” You said without looking at him, your voice serious. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go see what else I can change into. I can’t believe he made me wear this.” You grumbled walking towards your closet.
“Heels!” Sam yelped as Franky got him.
You stopped. “What?”
“Wear heels.”
“Sweetie, I’m going barefoot for now. I want comfort, not looks.” You opened your closet doors and Dean went wide eyed before you shut them behind you. Sure, you could have snapped your change of clothes, but sometimes it was nice to take your time.
He looked around the room while you changed.
“Try the bed. You’re in hell, but it feels like heaven.”
Dean looked at Sam skeptical. “No bed is that good, Sammy.” Sam shoved him onto it. “Holy Hell!” Dean groaned laying there. “Tell Crowley for a wedding present, we need these in every room of the bunker.”
“Good, right?” Sam smiled. “Wait till you see the damn tub.”
Deans eyebrows went up. He did like a nice bathroom.
When you came out, your room was empty. Hearing voices in your bathroom, you went and leaned against the door fame. “There’s one in your room, too, Dean.” You told him.
He looked at you and you couldn’t read his face. “You weren’t kidding about the mirror.”
Sighing, you snapped your fingers, cleaning up the mess. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He smiled softly and tried to change the subject. “Water pressure? “ he asked pointing to the shower.
“Phenomenal.” you smiled. “And you’re in hell, so the hot water never ends.”
You smirked as he grinned. “Any other goodies?” He asked.
“Whatever food you could possibly want, the training rooms are awesome, uh, there’s a sauna? That’s about it. I could ask him to do a game room.”
“That could be pretty sweet.” he smiled.
“Hungry?” You asked them.
“Always.” Dean smiled. He could possibly enjoy being in hell from time to time, as long as he was with you. The though made him freeze for a second, but you and Sam were walking out of the bathroom and hadn’t noticed. He shook his head, telling himself he shouldn’t be thinking like that. Damn Cas for putting the thought in his head. And damn heaven for screwing with you guys the way they did.
"After we eat I’ll send you to the bunker.” You smiled at him, fingers laced with Sam’s. “I don’t want to overwhelm you too much.” You laughed. “Sam, you staying here, or the bunker?”
“I’ll head to the bunker.” He smiled. “I still have to call Charlie.”
When you guys got to the dining room, you smiled at Dean. “Anything you want from anywhere in the world, it’s yours.” You pointed to the waiter in the corner. “Just let him know.” Dean looked like he didn’t know where to start. So you turned to the guy as you sat. “Did my father give specifications for dinner tonight?” he nodded. “Is he expected to eat here, or his chambers.?” Dean sat next to you, as Sam sat across leaving the Head of the table empty. He knew Dean wouldn’t want to sit next to Crowley, so he didn’t mind.
“His chambers if you were not to join him, ma’am.”
“Send word we are joining him, and get started.”
He nodded and left the room.
“You’re taking to being a princess well.” Dean chuckled. “How’s Sam dealing with being the future King of Hell one day?” Sam paled. “I’m guessing still trying to grasp that.”
Crowley appeared, moving to you and pecking your cheek. He sat at the head of the table before you were all served drinks. “I see that Squirrel hasn’t ran off yet.” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes. “I’m sending them back to the bunker after dinner.“
“And you, darling, what will you be doing?”
“Well, that depends on you. If your busy, I’ll go with them. If your not, I thought we could do something. Our time together earlier was… interrupted.” you glared at Sam.
“Never going to forget that are you?” he smiled jokingly. Crowley and Dean both shot him a look. He raised his hands. “Sorry, I’ll shut up now.”
Crowley shook his head. “Go with them, love. I need to talk to the seamstress.” You raised an eyebrow. “She wants me to approve the materials for your dress.”
“I spoke with her this morning when she drew up the style I wanted. Why didn’t she ask then?”
He shrugged. “I think that she wants to be sure the King approves.”
You nodded, turning to Sam. “Guess we’re all going home after.”
The rest of dinner was spent in idle chatter, sharing some laughs, and Dean beaming over the pie. You shook your head, smiling.
“Alright, guys. I’m ready to get home. How about you?” You asked, looking between them. You turned your gaze to your father. “Franky is in my room, so if you don’t see her with Juliet, that’s why.”
He nodded smiled at you, “Have a good night, darling.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek before snapping you the three of you to the bunker.
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