𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥 , supernatural

[18] cleaning up the mess

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ; CLEANING UP THE MESS
*sexual content warning*
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SELENE HAD GOTTEN THE SLEEP SAM WANTED HER TO, and she very much needed it. When she woke up, in fresh clothes and her familiar bedsheets—it was nice. The smell of her room, the way the light shone through the foggy windows, the smell of the crackling fire in the living room. It was all so familiar, it was all so—real.

Selene pushed herself from the bed, she felt awful—definitely hungover. Part of her hoped that it all had been a dream, a seriously twisted dream. But, she looked down at the soaking clothes on her floor and knew, she really tried to kill herself last night. Although it wasn't her plan going into it, thinking about it now, it definitely wasn't an action a person with a will to live would do.

That's when Selene heard the whispering, the whispering of the Book of Shadows. She turned to look on the her nightstand and sure enough—the book sat there patiently waiting to be used. She knew that the boys didn't bring it to her like a breakfast in bed, it was the book hiding from them. That's all Selene wanted, was for this to remain hidden from the boys for now, and the book listened and did just that.

So, Selene placed it in the top drawer. When it was closed, Selene put an enchantment on the drawer that acted as a lock—keeping it sealed from anyone who wasn't her. That should be good enough for now.

After finding the strength to stand, Selene made her way towards the door. The house was nearly empty, and she hoped that it was. Scared of whatever she might find on the other side of that door, the mess she had made was unbelievable. Surely the boys had taken one look at her place, and pieced together what she was. It's not like here she was hiding it.

When Selene stepped into the open living room, Selene saw no mess. Her cabin was cleaned entirely, the shattered glass from the windows was cleaned up, the tables and couch were placed back up right. The bookshelves were cleaned, the herbs and books placed neatly back in their place. The books that didn't make it through Selene's rage were stacked up near the fire to keep the fire alive. The bowl that Selene had used for her spell had been thrown into the fire during the outburst, and she was thankful for it—it erased any evidence that she was doing witchcraft.

Just then the door opened, and Selene jumped at the sound of it's creek. Selene didn't feel any better as she saw Dean making his way inside, carrying in chopped up wood. Dean looked up at her, sort of shocked to see her standing—she didn't look nearly as defeated as earlier. Now she wore sweatpants and a very wore in, very bagging Scooby-Doo t-shirt with her hair tied up into a ponytail.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, they just stared worried at each other. Terrified to make the next move, terrified of what they should say next.

"Uh—Sam went out to grab a few things, you have no food in this place. But he said he'd be back in a few hours. We thought you'd sleep through it." Dean told her, as he closed the door. Then he moved towards the fire place, placing the wood down on the floor near the stack of books, "I was getting more fire wood."

Selene nodded her head, swallowing the nervousness in her throat at this awkwardness. All Selene was able to speak out was, "How's the eye?"

Dean looked up at her briefly from feeding the fire, confused as to what she meant but then remember she was the reason for his slightly swollen eye. "Oh that, hm, it's fine. Never knew you could pack a serious punch." Dean tried to laugh it off awkwardly, but his laugh fell short as he couldn't pretend this was all fine.