You sigh in relief as you close the door to the bunker, bags of groceries in hand. You set them down, kick your shoes off, and peel your black, leather jacket. You grab the bags and head to the kitchen to put away the supplies you bought. Once you finish, you call for the boys. Heavy footsteps sound throughout the bunker as the quickly come towards the kitchen. Your brothers, Sam and Dean, race in, guns in hand.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Dean asks, looking around the room. He stops once he sees you standing by the fridge, eyebrows raised and trying to hold back a smile. The boys lower the weapons as you chuckle lightly.
"Chill out, I was just going to ask what you guys wanted for dinner." You say to them, hands raised defensively.
"Pie!" Dean calls out as he walks out of the kitchen. You roll your eyes.
"Yeah right!!" You call back. You turn to face Sam. "Do you want something specific or are you fine with anything?" You ask him.
"I'm fine with anything." He tells you and walks out of the room, probably after your idiot eldest brother. You turn to the fridge and bend over slightly to grab a beer, and when you turn around you jump.
"Hello (Y/N)." Castiel says to you. Sighing, you pull him into a hug, holding him tightly.
"I missed you." You say into his chest, your words muffled. He takes a second before hugging you back, resting his chin on top of your head. You pull away before planting your lips on his for a long, passionate kiss. He pulls away and you pop open your beer taking a long swig.
"Scratch dinner, we've got a case. We'll be back in a few days, if not, then a week." Dean tells you as he stands in the doorway, Sam right behind him.
"Ok, hold on I'll go grab my duffle bag and join you guys." You say to them and start to walk out of the kitchen, but Sam steps in your way.
"Listen, (Y/N), I'm sorry but you're not coming with us this time. It's too dangerous." Sam says worriedly. You roll your eyes.
"Come on guys, I'm 23 for Christ sake! I can make my own decisions!" You yell aggravated. One of the things you had in common with Dean was your short temper.
"No means no. Now, we have Cas here to babysit you while we're gone, make sure you stay out of trouble and so you don't follow us." Dean says as they walk out towards the door, you and Cas following them. You stop to the bottom of the stairs and watch them walk out, the door slamming shut behind them. You wait a few minutes to make sure they don't come back in, claiming they forgot something, and turn to Castiel.
"Cassie, can I please go with them? I promise I won't get hurt." You beg him, putting on your best puppy dog face. He takes a second as he looks at you, and you think you've got him.
"No. You're staying here." He says firmly. You cross your arms and furrow your eyebrows before getting an idea. You smirk and stalk towards him, causing him to back up. His back presses up against the wall and you stand right in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You start to planting light kisses up his neck to his jawline, and he grips your hips tightly.
"Please baby." You whisper in his ear before nibbling on his earlobe. He takes a moment and pushes you away lightly, keeping his hands on your hips.
"N-no. I'm not letting you go, it's obviously too dangerous. Dean and Sam wanted you to stay here." He tells you. You sigh in frustration and slip out of his grip.
"I'm going to go take a shower." You mumble and walk away. You grab a towel, a change of clothes, and your duffle before heading to the bathroom. You close and lock the door before turning the shower on and taking your clothes off. You step in and take a quick shower, leaving it on as you get out and dry off. Slipping on your clothes, you towel dry your hair and sneak out the window with your bag. You run out to your car, a 1963 Corvette Stingray, and start it before driving off to the destination. You were glad they left their research open a couple days ago, otherwise you would have no idea where you're going. You turn the radio on and quietly him along with the song, excited to finally go on a hunt with your brothers once again.
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You park your car in front of the bar and hop out, stretching out your whole body. Sighing, you walk onto the bar with your head down, your hair hiding your face like a curtain. You sit on one of the bar stools and run a hand through your hair to get it out of your face. The bartender walks up to you with a smile on his face. You smile back shyly.
"What can I gettcha', pretty lady?" He asks, throwing you a wink.
"I'll have two shots of vodka and a beer please." You reply politely. He throws you one more wink before walking off to get your drinks. You feel a pair of eyes staring at you but you ignore it and take out your phone, checking your messages. Hmm, you think to yourself, no new messages from Cas or Sam or Dean. You put your phone away and feel a hand on your thigh. Rolling your eyes, you go to tell the person off, but they speak before you get a chance.
"Hey sweetheart, do I know you from somewhere?" You hear your brother Dean and freeze instantly, tensing up. You clear your throat and slowly look up, seeing the warm smile fade to shock and anger as he realizes who you are. "(Y/N)?! What the hell are you doing here?!" He yells as he takes his hand off your thigh. You flinch back, and you go to answer but the bartender appears in front of you, seething down your drinks on the bar.
"Excuse me darlin', but is this guy bothering' you?" He asks. Before you can think, you're nodding your head. The guy comes around and drags Dean out as he threatens to kick his ass. You sigh once he throws him out, and you down both of your shots, feeling the liquid leave a burning trail down your throat. "Are you ok?" The bartender asks you. You nod. "My name is Carlos by the way." He says and holds out his hand.
"(Y/N). Although you probably already know that from the other guy's outburst." You reply while shaking his hand.
"How do you know him anyway?" He questions.
"He's just... An ex of mine. No big deal." You tell him. He nods and you both end up talking for a while. You check the time and decide to go look for Dean. "Well, I should probably get going now. Thank you... For earlier." You say hesitantly.
"No problem. Anything for a pretty lady like you." Carlos replies with a wink. You smile and walk out the door, and towards Sam and Dean's room. You knock on the door and wait. It opens, revealing an angry looking Dean.
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