Fall Rules
Pairing: Team Free Will x reader
Summary: Fall has rules set by Y/N that must be followed
Word count: 1,103
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Jack loved coming on errands with you, especially in fall. He had started mentally compiling a list of your Fall rules; the first being that as soon as the weather dropped below seventy five degrees, it was Fall until it snowed. Now he was learning another rule as you ordered four hot chocolates instead of the coffee the Winchesters usually requested. He didn’t bring it up though, instead waiting for Dean to mention it when you returned to the Bunker.
You walked down the stairs in your favorite boots, the knitted gray hat bouncing slightly on your head. Jack carried your new bag of yarn while you brought the hot chocolates to the boys.
“I thought we were getting coffee, Y/N.”
“It’s fall;” you gave him a ‘duh’ sort of look as you handed him his drink, “you’re having hot chocolate or nothing.”
“Rule two of Fall, Dean. You haven’t forgotten have you?” Sam sounded so smug for remembering your goofy rules.
Dean rolled his eyes at you, but Jack knew it wasn’t from annoyance. Sam gladly accepted the warm beverage while Cas gave you a welcoming smile in acknowledgement and returned to his book.
“Cas, are you reading up for another case?”
“I am. We were planning on looking into some disappearances in Ohio.”
“Sweet. Is it okay if I stay here to work on hats and baking this week?”
“As long as you make pie, you can do whatever you want.”
Sam gave his brother a disapproving look and added, “And as long as you can still help with research just in case.”
“Of course! Now, I’ll be knitting in my room.”
“You’re making one for me next, right?” Cas had a light, joking tone that he most often used with you.
You gave him a smug look and replied. “If you do well on this hunt, I just might. Rule three; everyone gets a hat.”
You traded Jack the yarn bag for his own hot chocolate, then ran to your room to start working on your next hat. Jack had mentioned liking your hats and received a cozy black one a few days later, followed by a red one the next week. Sam and Dean each had at least four hats of varying colors and patterns, and Cas even had a tattered old white one that had seen one too many hunts to be worn. Crowley, Charlie, and Rowena all had numerous hats as well, but Jack had yet to see them.
“Jack, can you answer the phone and put it on speaker for me?” You were in the middle of the next row of your hat when Sam called, so Jack was happy to help.
“Center for Monster Knowledge, how can I help you today?” You were grinning as you spoke, something you knew the boys were doing on the other end of the line as well.
“Hey, dork.” Dean. “We need a little vampire expertise; whatcha got for me?”
“Ooh, let’s see…” You carefully put down your project to grab a book across the table and open it, “I’ll have to put you on hold.”
Jack took Dean’s complaints as his queue to start singing whatever songs you’d been playing on your phone before. Of course, he didn’t know all the words or which ones belonged to which song, so it was a very entertaining jumble of words and incoherent nonsense. You flipped through the book as you started the next row of the hat, relishing in Dean’s annoyance at being ‘put on hold’ and muffled argument with Sam.
Once you found the right page, you nodded to Jack, who abruptly stopped singing and angled the phone toward you again. Sam relayed their questions, you found answers, and Jack held the book upwards so you could read it better. Once the call was finished, you played the music again and sang off-key with your favorite nephilim once again.
“Rule four of Fall:” you shouted over the music, “all Fall and Halloween music is acceptable until Christmas season starts.”
Five days later, Cas led the way back into the Bunker. The smell of cinnamon and campfire overpowered the stench of blood and sweat on the boys, who had yet to clean up after wiping out the unexpectedly large vampire nest. Their exhaustion seemed to fade as well as they took in the sight of you and Jack sleeping at a table in the library. The candy corn colored knitted hat on your head was slumped over onto the table and Jack’s new green hat was lopsided on his head too.
Sam and Cas carefully picked up Jack while Dean got you and they led you both to your rooms. Once your doors were closed, Dean went to the kitchen to find the pie he had no doubt you’d made while Sam picked up the stray books and returned them to the shelves. He could see then that there were two half finished hats still on the tabletop, one expertly made with soft white yarn while the other looked shaky and looser than it should be, made with yellow yarn. Jack was always wanting to learn new things, especially when it was something you enjoyed. Sam couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you patiently teaching Jack to knit a hat of his own.
Within twenty minutes, you were awake again and eating pie with Dean before you seemed to remember something. The elder Winchester gave you a confused look as you dropped your fork and tore out of the room, then turned back to his pie and kept eating.
Cas was reading again when you came running into the library with something behind your back. He was going to ask what was going on, but you just thrust the object into his hands, turned on your heel, and left again. When the angel looked down at the object, he couldn’t help but smile.
When Cas had mentioned you making a hat for him, he’d meant it as a joke. He figured that after his first one got blood stained and ripped on a few hunts, you wouldn’t trust him with another one. But that’s exactly what you were doing now. In his hands sat a comfortable looking knitted hat in the blue-gray color of the sky just before a storm broke. He had no idea how you could know that was his favorite color or how you even found yarn to match it, but you had. The hat was absolutely perfect. And Castiel didn’t have the faintest idea of how he could thank you properly for it.
