Epiphany of Love 2

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When I wake up, I feel I am surrounded by warmth. One source being the blanket over top me. The other is different. Its like body heat. I open my eyes and see I'm not in my room.

I'm not in my room. No, this room has guns hung on the walls.

My eyes widen as I feel an arm wrapped around me, my head on a chest. My hand instinctively goes to my mouth. This is Dean's room. I'm laying on Dean.

In an attempt to not wake him, I fly to my room and sit on my bed.

I don't remember much after drinking my 201st bottle of liquor. I don't remember anything after that.

A knock.

I gulp, "come in." Much to my relief, it is Sam. "Want some advil?" I shake my head, "I don't get hangovers." "Okay... want some moral support because you were pretty slammed last night," he asks. I groan, "that bad?" "Worse than when Castiel was drunk."

I hold my face. Then, my eyes really widen, "I didn't sleep with him, did I? Like metaphorically." Sam laughs a little, "no. Just literally. After about 10 minutes I came to check on you guys and you were fast asleep. He was too scared to wake you. By the way, I didn't know angels could sleep." I shrug, "it makes the healing process faster, in my case getting sober faster."

He hums, "that's new." Another knock at the door. Before Sam can look back at me, I'm invisible.

Sam opens the door and Dean is on the other side. Dean lets himself in, "where is she?" "I don't know," Sam answers, "she heard you knock and she left." "Why?" Dean throws his hands up. "I'm pretty sure she is avoiding you after last night," Sam answers.

Dean turns around, "she is still here." Sam scoffs, "she left. Flew away." "No. If anyone did that she would call them a 'pussy ass bitch.' She's doing what she did in the car," Dean tells sam.

I nod, he knows me pretty well, all else aside. I cross my arms as I appear, his back turned to me, "boo." He jumps, "shit!" I laugh, "thought you knew I was here." "I told you to stop doing that," he lectures me with a gruelling voice.

I clap my hands together, "welp, time for you to skedaddle so I can read the tablet." Sam leaves happily, Dean has to be pushed out. "Nespaniel, wait," Dean objects. "Gotta save the world," I shut the door.

"You can't just ignore everything," I hear Dean on the other side. "Worked pretty well for me last time." I yell out. "You mean when you died before we could talk?" I roll my eyes at his ignorance, "yes."

He pauses before speaking again, "then go die again." I open the door, "what... did you just say?" His eyes search my face, "I didn't-" I scoff, "you, Dean Winchester, are a huge dick."

I slam the door, so hard that it goes through the other side, the door breaking. Dean's eyes are wide. I look at him before going to his room and slamming the door, not so hard though.

After a moment, I realize the tablet is in my room. Leaving Dean's room, I push past him. "So, you want to talk like grownups?" He asks me. I pick up the tabet, the can of pencils and the paper from my desk, "nope."

I go to his room and shut the door then lock it. He goes to open it, "I'm a hunter you know I can pick this lock." I roll my eyes, "go ahead."

I work on the tablet. A full sentence takes me an hour. A five worded sentence. A path away from Darkness.

Dean finally picks the lock. He has been working on it for the whole hour, I just tuned him out. I don't look up at him, "congratulations. In the hour it took you to pick the lock, you could have fixed my door."

He just stands there with a screwdriver and a door handle. I look at him, "you could have asked me to open it." He screws the door handle back on then looks at me, "can we talk now?" I put the pencil down.