Multifandom Oneshots

Safe And Sound (SPN AU drabble)

(A/N Credit again to  for the idea and first draft. I'm in love with Cassie and Dee, they're so cute.)

"We're back!" Dean announced loudly as he and Sam slouched back into the bunker. It was around one in the afternoon, and they'd just driven all last night and this morning to get back. The thing he'd looked forward to the most? A smile and a kiss from his girlfriend when he walked in the door. Cassie had called earlier, and, much to his relief, she was alright. But apparently, she'd been with Cas when Metatron had cast the angels down. He'd taken her grace as well as her brother's, which Dean was furious about, but at least she was alive and safe, and had fallen close enough to walk back to the bunker, where she'd managed to find the entrance to the garage and squeeze her way in. He ought to look into tightening security there, but for now, he was glad of the little breach. As for Cas...well, he was tough, for a nerd with wings...or, who used to have wings...anyway, he was sure he'd show up soon enough. Dee had gone out to look for him, according to the note Cassie'd found.

His shout had earned no reply from anyone, and Dean frowned, worried. He drew the angel blade Cas had snagged for him a while back, and glanced over at Sam, who'd made his way to the entrance to the kitchen and was smiling at two sandwiches, set out neatly on plates for them.

"Looks like someone made these this morning."

"Cassie," Dean said, picking one up and taking it with him, "That's when I told her we'd be in. Man, how did I get so lucky?"

"She's stupid enough to fall for you?"

"Shut your mouth." Sam grinned and shrugged, gesturing vaguely at the blade. "You worry too much, man. She's probably conked out in her room or somethin'." And with that, he was wandering away in the direction of his room, sandwich in hand. Thinking this was probably a fair assumption, Dean made his way down the hall toward Cassie's room, carrying his own sandwich in the hand not occupied by a weapon, . The door was open, so he peeked inside.

It was clean and neat, as usual, with nothing much to tell that it was occupied apart from a couple of pictures, of Dean and Sam and Cas and Dee, and knick-knacks, like a motel notepad and pen, a small sewing kit, and a silver necklace, on the bookshelf in the corner. The bed didn't even look slept in, still tightly made without so much as a dent on the pillow. Dean frowned and leaned on the door frame. Maybe she'd gone down to the storage room for something? Or maybe the gun range? But neither option seemed like something his girl would do.

There was the sound of shifting down the hall, and he was there in a second, blade in hand ready to gank anything that'd slipped in, slowly opening the door a crack to see into his own darkened room. But he grinned fondly as he realized that it wouldn't be necessary.

Of course she'd come here. Scared, human, unfamiliar with sleep, what else would she do? Cassie, dressed in an old t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts she must've stolen from Dee, was curled up in a ball in the center of his bed, arms wrapped tightly around his pillow, face half-buried in in. Her hair was messily splayed out around her head, and there was a small smile on her face. She looked almost like a little girl, innocent and sweet.  She looked beautiful.

"Aw," he breathed, opening the door more fully and setting the blade quietly on his dresser. Sam, who happened to be passing behind him, raised an eyebrow.

"Did you actually just say-?"

"Can it, Sammy."