Summary: It’s Cas’s first New Year’s on earth and you and the Winchesters help him celebrate
Word Count: 415 (Just a short drabble)
Version en Español: La Noche Vieja
Cas’s eyes scrunched up, like they always did when some aspect of humanity confused him. “I don’t understand. What is the point of kissing someone at midnight?”
You and Dean shared an amused look. The Winchesters and you had spent the last ten minutes trying to explain New Year’s Eve to Cas. It was the first time he would actually be on earth for the momentous night, and he failed to understand any part of it.
“You end the year with someone you love, or tolerate,” you amended lightly, remembering a few New Year’s kisses in high school, “And you start off the New Year with someone you love.”
“That’s another thing,” Cas said. “Why celebrate tonight? Celebrating at solstices make so much more sense. That’s when the earth begins anew. Calendar years are man-made.”
“Well, not all of us are into that one with nature, touchy feely crap,” Dean replied.
“Besides,” Sam added, “Sometimes we just have to make our own reasons to celebrate.”
“What is the point of this celebration, though?” Cas wondered out loud. “It’s just another night.”
“But it’s a whole year after the last time we celebrated,” you pointed out, hoping your convoluted logic would confuse him even more. Cas was like a cute little puppy when he couldn’t figure something out.
He silently worked through your words in his head and the rest of you shared another look. When Cas finally gave up trying to understand, you asked him another question. “So, angel, you’re telling us that you’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?”
“I do not see the point, so no.”
You shook your head sadly. The life of an angel seemed so boring. The conversation moved onto different topics for the last hour of the year. Then, with one minute left until the ball dropped on the TV, you raised your beer bottle for a toast.
“To this last year: the first year in a long time none of us have died!”
“I bet Hell misses us,” Sam joked.
Cas’s face scrunched up again, even as he touched the lip of his bottle to the three of yours. “I do not think Hell can have feelings, Sam. It’s not—“
“Five!” Dean interrupted. You and Sam joined in on the countdown. “Four! Three! Two! One!”
As the ball dropped, you grabbed Cas’s head and kissed him. He looked bewildered when you pulled back, and you just grinned. “There! Now you’ve had your first New Year’s Kiss, angel.”
Request: Oh my gosh would you write a tfwxreader part 2? I loved it so much! I actually found myself laughing at the awkwardness in the changing room ... But let's be honest we'd all be thinking dirty thoughts about them aha
Request: I wanted to know if you could possible do a continuation on the one where TFW could read the readers thoughts and how in the end the reader could read TFW thoughts..if you could do a part two or a continuation of something like that please? Love you😘😊💙
Request: Part 2 to the one where the tfw could hear the readers thoughts?
Request: PART 2 TO TFWXREADER?? AND SHE CAN NOW READ THEIR THOUGHTS???
Part One
Within five minutes of being able to hear Sam, Dean, and Cas’ thoughts, and you were going crazy. Apparently, when you eavesdropped on other people’s thoughts, you didn’t just get words, but images too.
And you were having an image overload.
You knew exactly how all three men looked naked, or at least how they pictured themselves naked. Either way... Holy shit. The things they were imagining would be enough to make a nun sin!
“Are you okay, ma’am?” The woman behind the counter asked you, and you realized you were standing in line, prepared to buy your underwear and bras, and apparently not laying under Sam. Or Dean. Or Cas.
Ugh.
“Mhm,” you answered, unable to speak as you got hit with yet another image of Cas.
Your hands shook as you paid the woman. She seemed to be taking extra long!
When she finally finished, you ran out of the store, looking around frantically for some sort of solace.
But there was no way for you to block out their thoughts.
You settled for sitting down a small bench, closing your eyes, and trying to just let the thoughts glide over you.
That was a mistake.
You somehow managed to see everything the three men were thinking separately, but also at the same time.
Dean, surprisingly enough, was the sweetest. His fantasies were of him slowly undressing you, laying you gently on the bed as he kissed everywhere. He trailed down to your-
Sam’s thoughts became extremely loud.
Sam was rough and hard and animalistic. He imagined tossing you onto the bed, physically ripping your clothes off you, and biting every inch of your skin, marking you.
You quickly tried to focus on Cas’ thoughts.
Cas’ thoughts were jumbled. The setting kept changing, the positions weren’t the same. But, there was one constant. Cas was a fucking beast in the sack. Your own screams of pleasure filled his mind.
“This has gotta stop,” you said, gulping thickly.
Within another ten minutes, and all men were done, ah, with their activities.
Shit, that was great, Dean thought smugly.
Maybe reading her mind wasn’t so bad. Now I’ve got endless fantasies, Sam thought to himself.
That was.... amazing, Cas thought breathlessly.
“Glad to know I was good,” you grumbled to yourself, waiting for them to appear.
As you waited you continued to hear their thoughts, happy to find that they weren’t about you naked anymore.
You knew the boys would get you in a few minutes, and as you waited, you considered your situation. The boys hadn’t told you when they could read your mind, but was it fair to do the same? You wanted to know some of their secrets, but what if you found yourself in the same situation as the men had earlier?
I can’t believe she thinks Hugh Laurie is attractive, you heard Sam comment. I never really pegged her for somebody into that look... Maybe she just likes old men. Eh, I’m not really surprised.
You decided you wouldn’t tell them.
You heard Castiel think about teleporting to you with the boys, and tried your best to compose yourself. You knew your face was flushed, and tried desperately to will the redness away.
“Uh, hey,” Sam greeted you, all three men appearing right in front of you.
God, she probably thinks we can still hear her thoughts, Sam thought.
“We can’t hear you anymore,” Dean told you, smiling widely.
You feigned relief, and let out a happy sigh. “Thank God! Now I can think about you guys all I want!” You joked.
Honey, after that I’ll only think about you, you heard Dean thought, and resisted the urge to burst out laughing.
But any humor you felt left as you got a very vivid image of what Dean wanted to do to you. Against a wall. In the kitchen. While wearing an apron.
Maybe this would be harder than you thought.
“S-so!” You exclaimed, jumping to your feet. “L-let’s go home.”
She’s acting strange, Cas thought.
You gulped nervously.
“Alright, yeah,” Sam agreed, turning around and walking towards the exit.
Perhaps she just feels awkward around us, Cas concluded, and you let out a relieved sigh.
“So... We’ll never talk about this again, right?” You asked.
No, but I’ll think about it, Sam thought.
“Yeah,” Dean confirmed. “Unless, you know, you wanted to reenact some of those thoughts..” he teased, winking.
“No thanks!” You exclaimed.
Damn, Dean sighed inwardly.
Well, maybe some day....
“Why don’t we watch a movie when we get back?” Sam suggested, awkwardly clearing his throat. Maybe then I’ll stop thinking about Y/N’s ass... And her boobs... And the way her-
“Yeah! Sounds good!” You quickly agreed, trying to cut off the last part of Sam’s thought. It didn’t work.
Why do humans walk so slow? Cas thought, and you couldn’t stop a small smile from spreading over your face at the simplicity of the thought. Even Y/N’s slow! Cas thought, and you bit your bottom lip in amusement. But I bet she’s not slow in bed... I bet I could make her come undone so fast...
Your smile fell.
For an angel, that boy had some sinful thoughts!
“What movie should we watch?” You asked, being a little louder than you meant.
You waited as Sam and Dean thought over the question, listing numerous movies in their minds.
“An action,” Dean stated.
“Something funny,” Sam said at the same time.
Of course, both brothers thought about each other in unison, throwing the other equally annoyed looks.
“How about Space Jam!” You suggested, hearing the movie in Dean’s mind.
“Yes!” Dean exclaimed in excitement.
“Fine by me,” Sam shrugged.
What’s Space Jam? You heard Cas think.
You stopped walking in shock, jaw dropped.
“Y/N?” Dean asked, turning to stare at you in confusion.
Maybe she had such a dirty thought she actually froze, Sam thought in amusement.
“U-uh...” you trailed off, trying to find a good excuse. “I thought I forgot my wallet!” You quickly supplied. “But nevermind, I can feel it in my pocket.”
“Then hurry up. The car’s right over here,” Dean said, turning back around.
You all walked to the car in silence, but their minds were anything but. Sam was thinking about the people you passed, noting their clothes and faces, Dean had a song stuck in his head, and Cas just thought about weird things he thought humans did.
It was actually kind of amusing.
God, remember all those thoughts she had when we drove here? I wish I could hear those again, Sam thought.
I thought I was gonna have a problem driving when she thought about me earlier in the car, Dean thought at the same time, always being in sync with his brother.
What if bees were giant? Why didn’t my father make them bigger??? There’d be so much honey! Cas exclaimed in his mind.
You thanked God for making Cas innocent.
Y/N covered in honey... I bet she’d be delicious!
Maybe not so innocent afterall.
Soon you were all sitting in the car, Dean speeding towards the bunker.
They’re thoughts calmed down slightly, and you listened as Dean thought about the road and driving. Sam’s mind was on a piece of lore he’d learned the other day, and he was connecting it to other bits of information he knew. Castiel was going over ways to make bees bigger.
“Can you guys help me carry some bags?” You asked as Dean pulled into the bunker garage.
“Yeah,” Sam said, turning in his seat to grab some of your bags.
Dean reached back without looking and grabbed two of your Victoria’s Secret bags.
Shit... he thought lustfully.
“C’mon!” You exclaimed, hoping to get his mind off the image of you in your red, lace undergarments out of his mind before he added himself to the thought. “I just wanna put this stuff away before we watch Space Jam.”
Praise be to Jesus, God, Muhammed, and just about every other religious figure, because you managed to derail Dean’s thoughts.
You threw your door open and dropped your bags onto your bed. Sam, Dean, and Cas also dropped you bags, and stood by your side for a moment. “You bought a lot of shit,” Dean commented.
“I bought a lot of necessities!” You argued.
“Because ten pairs of jeans are necessary,” Sam said sarcastically.
“They constantly rip on hunts!”
“Sure...” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Shut up and put Space Jam on,” you ordered, pushing both brothers out your door.
“C’mon, Cas!” You called after you.
Her room’s a mess, Cas thought before turning around and following you.
“Hey!” You protested.
“Yes?” Cas asked, looking at you with confusion.
“H-hey!” You repeated, this time making your voice light and happy. “Hurry up!”
Strange... Cas commented.
You turned around before Cas could press you, and walked into the living room. You jumped on the couch, and Sam and Dean sat on either side of you, while Cas sat on a chair by himself.
Should’ve grabbed a blanket, Sam thought.
I need a beer, Dean sighed inwardly.
“I’m kinda cold,” you announced. “I’m gonna get a blanket. You guys need anything?”
“Beer?” Dean asked, and you nodded before turning around and bounding away.
God. Look at that ass... Dean thought.
Yes! A blanket! Sam exclaimed in his mind.
I want a blanket... you heard Cas think longingly. But, nooooo, I’m a big strong angel, and they’d laugh at me.
You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as you walked into your room. You grabbed your favorite blanket, then another fuzzy one for Cas. You stopped in the kitchen and grabbed Dean his beer, then walked back into the living room.
“Cas, you want a blanket?” You asked, holding it out to him. “I accidentally grabbed two, and don’t feel like walking back to my room.”
“Okay,” Cas said, feigning indifference. Oh my goodness.... It’s fuzzy!
You jumped back into your seat, and threw the blanket over yourself, Sam, and Dean.
As the blanket landed on Sam’s lap, you got an image of him... ‘playing’ with you under the blanket.
You shifted slightly, coughing awkwardly.
“You gonna start the movie?” You asked once you remembered how to speak.
Dean nodded and hit play, thinking about how bossy you were.
The movie started, but you could barely focus as you listened to all three men’s thoughts. Dean was internally singing along to “I believe I can fly”, even going so far as to close his eyes during the ‘soulful’ parts. Sam was considering playing basketball, noting that he was definitely tall enough to dunk. Castiel was actually paying attention to the movie, absolutely amazed by how good a young Michael Jordan was at basketball.
Relief washed over you when all three men’s thoughts finally turned to the movie.
The peace didn’t last forever, though. Dean shortly fell asleep, his head tilted to the side, arms resting over the blanket. With the events of the day, it was no shock that he had a wet dream.
All about you.
You shifted uncomfortably as his dream started.
‘Dean, can you help me in my room real quick?’
‘I’ll do what I can,’ Dean offered, winking at you.
Dean’s eyes focused on your ass as you both walked towards your room, and you threw the door open.
Dean sauntered in, his eyes going up and down your body.
‘I just needed some help picking out the right outfit for tonight,’ you said, opening your closet.
‘Of course,’ Dean agreed, sitting on your bed, watching you.
You smirked at him before simply ripping your clothes off right in front of him. You were wearing the red set you’d tried on earlier, and suddenly music filled the room.
You tried to ignore Dean’s thoughts as things heated up, but his mind was relentless, it was as if he wanted you to hear his thoughts!
“Y/N, you okay?” Sam asked, noticing how rigidly you were sitting.
“Mhm!” You answered quickly, voice high pitched.
In Dean’s dream, he had you pinned to the bed, his mouth ravaging your skin.
“Are you sure?” Cas pressed.
“Y-yeah!” You assured him.
Her face is red, Sam noted.
She’s lying, Cas decided.
“I just gotta go to the bathroom,” you said, jumping off your seat, stumbling slightly as Dean’s dream progressed to the point of hot and heavy sex.
“Does anybody need anything?” You asked, purposefully making your voice loud so Dean would wake up.
He did, inhaling sharply as his eyes snapped open.
“No? Cool!” You said, then rushed out of the room.
Shit. Dean thought breathlessly. One damn dream and I’m this hard?
“Didn’t need to know that,” you muttered as you walked into the bathroom.
You paced back and forth for a moment, breathing heavily.
You couldn’t keep this up.
After the movie, you knew the boys would want to sleep, and the last thing you could do was go to sleep with their dreams running through your mind.
You needed to tell them.
You walked back into the living room, and took your seat between Sam and Dean. Their eyes were trained on the movie, but you grabbed the remote and hit pause, making all three men groan in annoyance.
“I have to tell you guys something,” you said, gulping nervously.
You’re up for a foursome! Dean thought hopefully.
“I can read your minds,” you stated.
All three men froze, even their thoughts.
No way. She’s messing with us, Sam thought.
“I’m not messing with you!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “And Dean, as much as I fantasize, I could never have a foursome with you guys.”
“Shit...” Dean muttered, eyes widening as he realized you really could read his mind. Wait, did she hear my dream?
“Yes, and I’d rather not talk about it,” you answered his unspoken question.
My thoughts too? Cas asked, and you nodded at him as his eyes grew wide.
“Some angel you are,” you teased.
What the Hell was he thinking? Sam thought, looking at Cas curiously.
“Nothing better than you, Sam,” you answered. Sam’s face turned bright red, and he awkwardly cleared his throat as he gave you an apologetic smile.
“All three of you... My god!” You exclaimed, shaking your head in wonder. “I mean, can you stop thinking about sex for an hour? Please?”
“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Sam protested.
“Yeah, Miss. I-like-to-imagine-three-men-getting-it-on-with-me-ALL-FUCKING-DAY!” Dean added.
You huffed in annoyance, but couldn’t really argue.
That’s what I thought, Dean thought smugly. You threw him a glare. You heard that didn’t you?
You nodded, and Dean sighed.
Sorry.
“So now what?” Castiel asked. He was trying to keep his mind clear, but in the process kept thinking about how he didn’t want to think.
“I guess we wait for it to wear off?” Sam suggested. And we just can’t think about anything fun in the meantime.
“I’d appreciate it,” you said, running a hand through your hair.
Alright, so I just gotta keep my thoughts clean. I can do that. I can totally do that! Dean thought. I just can’t think about Y/N. I can’t think about her naked, or in that red, lace underwear. Or how much I just want her laying underneath me, breathing-
“DEAN SHUT UP!” You shouted, slapping his arm.
“Once the thought’s there, it just grows!” He exclaimed defensively.
“What thought?” Sam asked.
“Y/N naked,” Dean answered.
You got three completely different thoughts of you being naked.
“Guys!” You groaned.
“Sorry,” Cas said, blushing lightly and giving you the most innocent face you’d ever seen.
You would have bought it too, if you hadn’t heard his thoughts earlier.
“Look, what did you guys do when you stopped hearing my thoughts?” You asked.
You were met with silence.
“Ummm,” Sam started awkwardly.
Instead of having them speak, you just got three separate images of them in their rooms, pants off, hands busy...
“Gross!” You shouted.
“Sorry!” All three men said at the same time.
“But, honestly, can you blame us?” Dean demanded.
Especially after seeing you in that dressing room, Sam thought.
“Fine,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.
Please don’t ask any embarrassing questions, Dean thought. You smiled at the idea.
“Hey guys, what’s your biggest secret?” You asked, making you voice extra sweet as you smiled at them.
When Sam was at college I got a job at his campus so I could keep an eye on him. But I didn’t want him to see me so I hid around a lot, and one time I got locked in a closet for three hours, Dean thought instantly. Dammit! he added, frowning at you.
I worked as a male stripper to pay of student loans, Sam thought, eyes widening as he realized you’d heard that.
“Oh, you hypocrite!” You shouted.
“What? What’s his secret?” Dean asked, looking between you and his brother.
“Y/N, c’mon!” Sam pleaded.
You ignored Sam, though, as Cas’ thoughts flashed through your mind. I watched over Sam and Dean years before I pulled Dean out of Hell and introduced myself. I even possessed a girl and had Dean hit on me once.
“Holy shit!” You shouted, staring at Cas.
“Please be quiet,” Cas groaned, blushing.
“What’s his secret?” Sam and Dean demanded at the same time.
“I’m using all of this as blackmail,” you stated. “So, don’t bother me, and you’re secrets are safe.”
All three men thought a few choice words about you.
“Besides, it’s payback for in the dressing room,” you added.
You needed to stop mentioning the dressing room, because as soon as the words left your mouth, Sam, Dean, and Cas thought about you naked.
“Jesus, guys!” You groaned.
“Look, we stopped hearing your thoughts when we... ya know,” Sam said. Jerked off, he finished in his mind.
“Uh-huh,” you acknowledged, disgust flashing across your face.
“Maybe you need to do the same thing for it to go away,” Dean suggested.
“I can’t just... Not with you guys in the same building!” You argued.
“Even if it might stop you from reading our minds?” Cas pressed.
You crossed your arms over your chest, huffing in annoyance.
“It’s worth a shot,” Sam shrugged.
“Guys, I’m not in the mood for it! I can’t just-”
You stopped talking as Dean thought about pushing you against a wall. He imagined kissing down your neck, and tearing your shirt off.
Your cheeks flushed as Dean continued, and you knew you were breathing quickly.
“Still not in the mood?” Dean asked, smirking slightly.
“N-no,” you stated, just trying to prove Dean wrong.
“What are you- oh!” Sam started, but his eyes widened as he realized what Dean was doing.
Then Sam added his own thoughts.
He imagined throwing you onto a bed, tying you down, and making you scream his name.
“Guys, stop!” You ordered.
Then the angel got in on it!
Cas imagined using his grace on you, making your body shake with ecstasy.
“Fine!” You shouted. “Don’t even go near my room for an hour!”
“An hour?” All three men repeated, shocked.
“Quality, not speed,” you muttered as you stomped away.
You slammed your door behind you, and shed your clothes as you moved to your bed. You laid down, and tried to clear your thoughts.
But it was fairly difficult with all three men thinking for you.
Shit... She’s gonna... and just down the hall! Dean thought lustfully.
The whole thing would be faster if she let me help, Sam thought.
I wonder if she’s loud, Cas pondered.
“GUYS, SHUT UP!” You shouted, letting your head fall back onto your pillow.
Need a fantasy, Y/N? Dean asked teasingly.
Before you could answer, Dean’s mind was quick at work.
Despite how much you wanted to ignore him, you couldn’t help but let his fantasy flood through you. It was a damn good one. Your stomach was clenching in anticipation, and you were able to... to get to work.
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“Do you think it’s working?” Sam asked as he sat in the living room, knee bouncing. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing at the hallway every few minutes, expecting you to appear.
“I could go check,” Cas offered.
“No way!” Sam exclaimed.
As if I were the only one thinking it, Cas thought, annoyed.
Did I just hear Cas’ thoughts? Sam asked, eyes widening in panic.
I just heard Sam’s thoughts, Castiel realized.
Shut up, both of you! Dean insisted. Wait... We’re all hearing each other’s thoughts?
Guys? Your voice came.
CAN WE ALL HEAR EACH OTHER’S THOUGHTS? Sam asked, panicked.
Y/N, did you... ya know, finish? Dean asked.
Just did, you answered. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about the great feeling and amazing fantasy.
Request: Can you make a story where the reader is a ballet dance, like pointe shoes, uniform the whole nine years?
Request: Yay it Monday!! I want to tell you that you are one of my favorite writers you are absolutely fantastic. Do you think you could write a story where the reader was a professional ballet dancer before she became a hunter but tfw doesn't know. Maybe the reader dances when she is alone and they walk in or something. I don't know you can do whatever, your brilliant. :)
Request: Okay well it's Monday in Ireland so here it goes. Can you do a story where the reader was a ballet dancer before becoming a hunter with tfw and after sitting through her stuff she finds her old shoes and costumes and desires to dance for a while alone, and tfw walks in on her and she doesn't notice?
Request: Could you write a one-shot where the reader is singing Hallelujah in the shower when TFW get back to the bunker and she's really good at it, so they are like "woah!" And the boys get all "hey you should sing" and invite her out for drunk karaoke or just sit outside the bathroom to listen to her sing and she's like "what the hell is wrong with you guys?" Sorry if it doesn't make sense
"No!" You shouted, placing your hand on your jut out hip. You stared down at Dean's green eyes, refusing to move. He stood in front of you, arms crossed over his chest, feet planted firmly on the ground.
Neither of you were moving.
"I'll say it one more time," Dean growled, "you're on research duty, Sam, Cas, and I are leaving."
"And I'll say it one more damn time. NO!"
"Oh, you-" Dean started, hands clenched into fists.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Sam exclaimed, rushing into the room to stand between you and his brother. "What's going on?"
You and Dean both started shouting instantly, trying to explain to Sam why the other was such an ass. Sam looked between you and his brother, eyes wide. "Shut up!" He yelled, making you and Dean both quiet down. Sam took in a deep breath, then looked at you. "What happened?"
"Dean said I can't go on this hunt!"
Sam blinked at you, then turned to look at Dean for an explanation.
"We need somebody home to do research! I thought about it, and she was the last person to get hurt on a hunt. It's only fair that she sits out this time," Dean said, trying to remain calm, but if the wild hand motions he was using were any indication, he was still annoyed.
Sam looked back at you, waiting for your response.
"And if he had come and asked me, like a normal, respectful person, to stay home, I would have! But instead he came and told me I wasn't going on the hunt! He's not the boss!" You exclaimed.
"Oh, you would have fought me on this no matter what!" Dean argued.
"I guess we'll never know since-"
"Guys!" Sam interrupted. You and Dean both glared at each other, then turned to look at Sam, who sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Alright, Y/N, please stay here. We'll call if we need anything. Dean will stay home for the next hunt."
"What? No!" Dean argued.
"Fine by me." you shrugged, smiling smugly at Dean.
Dean huffed in annoyance, then turned and walked out of the room.
"You just like causing trouble," Sam accused.
"It's not my fault Dean was annoying!"
Sam rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop himself from smiling lightly. "We'll call when we're done," he promised.
"Yeah, yeah," you said, waving him out of the room. "Tell Cas I said hi!" You called after him.
You waited until you heard the Impala's engine roar, and then the familiar sound of the bunker garage opening. Then, you were all alone.
You would never tell Dean, but you actually loved staying home from hunts. You loved having free range of the bunker, getting to run around in as little clothes as you wanted, listening to whatever music you wanted.
It was magical.
You went into Sam's room and stole one of his hoodies, then went into Dean's room and laid on his bed and watched TV. You were just about to fall asleep when your phone ranging, making you jump.
"What?" You whined, placing the phone at your ear.
"Well hello to you too," Dean muttered.
"I repeat," you started, then made your voice whiny, "what?"
You could practically hear Dean roll his eyes, but a small laugh still made it's way through the phone. "I need to know if there's a spell that'll turn somebody into a dragon," Dean told you.
You sighed as you pushed yourself off Dean's bed and shut off his TV. You walked into the library, where you started walking up and down the aisles, looking for a spell book.
"There probably is," you told him as you continued your search.
"Yeah, but we need to know a specific one," Dean told you, "according to Sam, at least," he added.
"Oh, well, if Sam says so..."
Dean laughed, agreeing with you.
"I'm not finding any books here. I'll give you a call in a second," you said, and hung up once Dean said okay.
You shoved your phone in your pocket, and went up and down all the aisles again, growling in frustration. "Huge as library, no freaking books!"
You were just about to give up when you remembered a collection of spell books you kept in your room. You didn't want your personal collection to get mixed with the library's, so you kept it in your room. Somewhere.
You pushed your door open, and instantly looked around. Of course the books weren't on the book shelf you had, that would have been too easy. They weren't in the closet, and you wasted half an hour looking under all the crap you had on the floor.
"Come on!" You whined, going so far as to look in your dresser.
Then, you remembered you had a giant chest shoved under your bed. You didn't remember what was in it, just that you'd hidden it there, thinking you were super smart.
You fell onto your stomach, and looked under your bed. Sure enough, there was a large, wooden chest, collecting dust. You pulled the thing out, and smiled to yourself as you opened the lid.
Several books sat on top, pristine as always. Carefully, you pulled each book out, trying to figure out which one held a list of spells. You'd just found the right book when a pair of small, cloth, shoes caught your eye.
"No way," you whispered, pulling the shoes out.
They were your old ballet shoes.
You'd had to give up ballet when you became a hunter. There was just no time to practice, no time to join a team. But you'd loved it, and you were amazing at it.
You even had a pair of spandex and your old ballet outfit.
A huge smile was spread over your face, and little excited laughs kept escaping your lips. You were about to change your clothes when you felt your phone buzz.
"What?" You demanded, annoyed at the interruption.
"Did you find that spell?" Dean asked instantly, more insistent.
"The what?"
"The dragon spell!" Dean exclaimed.
"Oh! Uh...." You trailed off, grabbing the book of spells. You flipped through a few pages. "Oh! Yeah. But it's more of a potion. The person's gotta drink some sort of calceolaria flower mixture."
"A what?"
"It's a flower that grows on volcanoes in Chile," you said. "Is that all you needed?"
"Yeah, thanks," Dean said, then hung up.
You dropped your phone and jumped to your feet, holding your ballet clothes. You quickly changed, not bothering to close your door. Once you were in your proper outfit, you grabbed your ipod, plugged it into the speakers, and blasted some good dancing music.
You let the music flow through you, dancing in anyway that felt natural. You kept your shoulders down and back, and made sure your neck was long. You tucked your butt, and stood on your tippy toes. Pain flared in your feet, but it was familiar, and after a few minutes of dancing around, it became simply a dull, background feeling.
You lost track of time, simply prancing around your room, spinning and jumping and leaping. You'd forgotten how amazing dancing made you feel.
Then, Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright came on. You squealed in delight and turned the volume up, blocking out all other sounds.
Like the Impala's engine.
You never really sang while dancing, you were usually too out of breath and the ballet instructors always yelled at you whenever you did it. But, now, you were alone, and had been in the best shape of your life thanks to hunting.
And you freaking loved this song.
"I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do you?" You smiled as you stood on your tippy toes, slowly spinning, arms raised above your head, elbows bent just so.
Sam, Dean, and Cas walked into the bunker, not trying to be quiet at all. They heard the music coming from your room, how could they not? And they all instantly followed the noise.
All three men froze as they saw you spinning.
You'd picked up speed, and now spun while standing on the very tip of your toes. You belted out the lyrics of the song, and the boys found themselves wishing the music wasn't so loud.
"Hallelujah.... Hallelujah... Hallelujah... Hallelujah... Hallelujah... Hallelujah... Hallelujah... Hallelujah... Halleluuuuuujah..." You finished, bending your legs with your feet pointed out.
You jumped as there was a loud applause from your door.
You spun around and saw Sam, Dean, and Cas all staring at you with large smiles. "I didn't know you could sing," Cas said, speaking loudly so he could be heard over the music.
You quickly turned your Ipod off, cheeks burning. "Uh, yeah," you replied lamely.
"I didn't know you could dance!" Sam added.
"I didn't know you'd look so hot in that outfit," Dean said, eyes going over you.
"Eyes up here," you snapped, but couldn't hide your smile. Dean's suggestive comment was familiar, and allowed you to compose yourself and push away your embarrassment.
"Will you dance again?" Sam pleaded, walking into your room and sitting on your bed.
"And sing?" Cas added, following Sam.
"Or just shake your ass," Dean shrugged, moving into your room. You slapped Dean's arm as he sat down.
"I won't do any," you stated, standing up straighter.
"What?!" All three men shouted in unison.
"Y/N, I was just kidding! You know you're my best friend. Please, dance and sing again!" Dean begged.
"No, guys. I don't like doing it in front of people," you said, shrugging.
"You won't even know we're here," Sam promised.
"Yes I will," you argued.
"I promise to never have you sit out on another hunt," Dean said.
"And I'll do your laundry for a week," Sam added.
Sam and Dean looked at Cas expectantly, and once it was clear he wasn't going to say anything, Sam elbowed him. "Oh!" Cas exclaimed. "Um, I'll take you anywhere you'd like to go."
You sighed and shook your head. "Guys, you're sweet and all, but I don't want to."
"Please!" They all begged in unison.
"Maybe some other day," you offered, shaking your head. "I'm gonna go shower, you guys just... do whatever it is you do."
You left your room, looking back at the boys who were sitting on your bed, shoulders slumped in rejection. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling in amusement as you walked to the bathroom.
Once you were in the shower, the warm water cascading down your skin, your mind started to wander. You had Hallelujah still stuck on your head, and after only a minute you started to hum the tune. And then you were singing it.
You belted out the lyrics, forgetting that Sam, Dean, and Cas were even in the bunker.
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Sam had walked by the bathroom, going to his room. He froze as he heard your voice, his eyes widening. He knew you didn't want him or anybody to hear you sing, but he just couldn't make himself walk away.
So, Sam sat down on the floor, listening to your voice.
Cas appeared a moment later, looking for Sam. He didn't even need to communicate with the younger Winchester on what he was doing, just sat down next to him, enjoying your singing.
Dean joined several minutes after. He wanted to know where Sam and Cas had gone. He almost laughed when he saw them sitting outside the bathroom door, criss-cross apple sauce. But, Dean couldn't resist listening to your voice, and soon he was sitting beside them.
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In the shower, you sang whatever came to mind. After Hallelujah it was Centuries by Fall Out Boy, then Stairway to Heaven by AC/DC. You danced slightly as you sang, bopping your head and swinging your hips.
You shut the water off, humming lightly to whatever tune filled your mind. You realized you'd forgotten clothes, and sighed as you wrapped your towel around yourself, then threw the bathroom door open.
You froze as you saw Sam, Dean, and Cas sitting on the floor.
"H-hey!" Sam said, jumping to his feet.
"We were just...." Cas started.
"Just stretching!" Dean finished for him.
You scoffed and shook your head. "More like just being creepy."
All three men blushed.
"This wouldn't have happened if you just sang and danced for us," Dean reminded you.
"Respect my privacy!" You ordered.
"We're your best friends and live together! None of us have privacy!" Sam exclaimed.
"I will respect your wishes," Cas said sweetly.
Sam and Dean grumbled under their breaths, but you smiled at the angel. "Thanks, Cas."
"And because I'm being an understanding friend, will you sing for me?" Cas asked after a moment.
Your smile fell.
"He's not as sweet as everybody seems to think," Dean commented.
"None of you are," you said dryly.
"Why don't you sing a song about how annoying we are?" Sam suggested.
You groaned in frustration and walked by them, water falling off your hair as you stormed to your room.
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For a whole week, Sam, Dean, and Cas continued to beg you to sing and dance for them. You kept telling them no, kept storming away from them whenever they mentioned it. But you were only so strong.
"FINE!" You shouted after Castiel appeared in front of you, begging you to sing.
Sam and Dean were seated at a table behind you, and their heads snapped up at your outburst.
"Really?" Cas asked, smiling in excitement.
"Yes," you growled. "But you guys will sit down, not say anything during the performance, and when I'm done I never have to do anything again."
"Deal!" They all shouted in unison.
You led them to the living room, where you made them clear a space for you, then had them sit down on a couch.
"I'll be right back," you said, then ran to your room to change.
You decided to sing and dance to Hallelujah. You'd had the song stuck in your head all weak, and had even thought of a dance to go with it.
"Don't laugh!" You shouted before entering the room.
You started the music, then walked into the room, letting your foot drag along the ground. Your arms swung at your sides, your elbows held high the whole time.
"I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do you?" You sang clearly, and brought one leg up. You bent your other knee, then stood up straight, breaking into a spin.
Throughout the whole song you did whatever ballet moves you knew, pirouetting and leaping around the whole room. You ended the song with several spins on the tip of your toes, finishing by holding your arms above your head.
The room erupted in applause.
You smiled at the three men, then bowed. "Thank you, thank you."
"Encore!" Sam pleaded.
"Do a rock song!" Dean requested.
"Sing something slow!" Cas begged.
"I'm not singing again," you stated, crossing your arms over your chest.
"What if Dean sang, and Cas danced with you?" Sam offered.
"No!" Dean and Cas shouted in unison, giving you an idea.
Smirking, you placed a hand on your hip. "I'll sing and dance again," you started, making all three men sit up in excitement, "but only if you guys let me teach you how to do ballet too."
You were met with three loud groans, but they all agreed.
They had no idea what they were getting themselves in to.
