Don't Tell Dean || Sam and Kaz
The Bunker was pretty quiet in the morning, with the exception of Sam bustling around the kitchen. The sun had come up about an hour ago, and Kaz trailed into to the kitchen at the sound of the coffee maker. She played with the sleeves of the huge flannel shirt she had taken for pajamas. She had been waiting for Sam to get home so she could ask him something.
"Sam? I've been thinking...and well, it's been awhile since I've been a human. And I uh, have been really good at keeping up and stuff and I uh, understand stuff now." she thought for a second. "Except microwaves. I still don't get those. They're so weird and I just-" she stopped realizing she was getting away from the point.
"Anyway! I know Dean's like, put his foot down about this, and he's totally got a point! But I think I should go on a hunt with you!" She took a breath after that, watching him for his reaction. She gave her best puppy dog face, though she was looking at the master.
"Please, Sammy? Please?"








