The Endless Life

Part 5

"Wake up," Dean commanded. You opened your dreary eyes hesitantly as the blinding light assaulted your pupils angrily. You squinted, trying to make out Dean's shape. He stood above you, silhouetted by the sun behind. He poked and nudged your face with his toes and you swatted them away. You hauled yourself to an upright position and looked at him again. His bed hair struck out from his head in all directions, his well-rested viridian orbs gazed down at you. He was brushing his teeth as he stared, toothpaste gathering at the corners of his mouth before trickling down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, "get up," he insisted. You buried yourself in the duvets to escape the harsh light. "No," you murmured. With one hand he continued to brush his teeth, but the other grabbed you by the ankle and forcefully tore you away from the comfort of your bed. "What the hell! " you screamed as he grabbed your waist and carried you under one arm to the bathroom. "Put me down," you pounded his back but he didn't stop. "Get dressed," he placed you gently on the ground, spat out the toothpaste into the sink, washed his toothbrush and closed the door after he left. You peeled your t-shirt off and reached for a fresh bra from the bag that had been dumped by the door. "Are you mad at me?" you yelled from your side of the bathroom door. "No, why would you think that?" was his reply. "You seem a little off that's all", "oh please don't you start playing the role of Sam Winchester,".

You brushed your teeth hurriedly, the thought that you were supposed to be in a rush to go somewhere lingered in your head. Before leaving, you inspected yourself in the dirty mirror. In hopes of seeing Cas today, since he had disappeared when you returned yesterday, you had picked out some of your nicest clothing. Being a hunter and spending most your time on the road meant that 'fancy' did not exist in your closet and so 'not drenched in blood or the odour of petrol and death' was the best you could manage. You slipped into a plaid red and black shirt and popped open the top three buttons to show off some cleavage. The jeans you wore, black and intentionally ripped at the knees, were tight and gripped your thighs and ass in the most flattering way. You wore the only other jewellery you had; a silver motor chain bracelet and a plain black ring you picked up off the road at some point. You wanted to wear make-up. You wanted him to yearn after your plump, glossy cherry-red lips. You wanted him to be captivated by your (e/c) eyes, enhanced by smokey eyeshadow. You wanted him to long for the touch of your porcelain skin. However the only make up you had was cheap mascara and lip balm with a slight hue of pink. Settling for what was available you applied the black ooze to your lashes, thickening and elongating them at both eyes, followed by the delicate addition of 'Summer Berries' lip balm. Twisting and twirling, bending down and smiling, you observed every aspect of your body. Satisfied that you looked rather hot you grabbed your gym bag and departed.

"What's with the make-up?" Dean inquired,"hey if you want my attention then you've got it," he smirked creepily. "I wanna look nice for Cas, not you. Stupid," you snapped. "Ok. Rude," he held his large hands up on defense. "Where's Sam?" you asked.
"Supply run before we head back to the bunker".
"Right," your mind, was occupied with sweet thoughts of the angel and holding this conversation was difficult. Dean left his seat and took his leather jacket off the coat hanger. You followed him, lacing up your boots and reaching for your own jacket. After locking up the room Dean threw you the keys to the Impala and instructed you to wait for him while he checked out. You dumped the bags in the trunk and seated yourself in your territory at the back and after comfortably positioning yourself you reached forward to turn on the radio. "How come Dean always lets you choose the music?" Sam ducked into the car, reaching into his plastic bags and pulling out a donut and handing it to you. "Because I have good taste in music, my dear boy. Dean's checking out by the way," you said, unwrapping the foil that had imprisoned the soft, sweet bun and sinking your teeth deep into its jam filled core. You moaned happily at each bite, savouring the sweetness and licking the icing sugar from your lips. Sam eyed you cautiously, having his own moment with a salad. "Should I leave you two alone?" he asked. "Yes please," you joked making Sam chuckle and catapulting lettuce from his mouth over the front window which in turn made you giggle. He whiped it away with his sleeve and as no marks were left behind he let go of a relieved sigh. "Has Dean been acting kinda strange?" you asked. "Oh yeah totally," Sam replied bluntly, slurping up his smoothie. "Well, do you know why?", "he's jealous, it's kinda obvious," the facts rolled off his tongue as he sifted through the bags looking for his second course. "Of what?" you kept your eyes focused on him. "You and Cas," he said, fishing out two energy bars and handing one to you. "What? Why?" you started to raise your voice out of impatience. Sam stopped munching and shifted his body to face you. He cleared his throat and looked directly into your eyes. "He's afraid he's gonna lose you. (Y/n), you're like a little sister to us and-", "I'm older than you," you interrupted. He looked at you plainly and you acted out zipping up your mouth. "Anyway, he's jealous because our little family is all we have in the world and he thinks you're going to run off with Cas and leave us. He's your big brother and he wants to protect you, and he thinks his pride is insulted because you don't need him to care for you". As he finished, the driver's seat swung open and Dean came in. "Oh goodie is it time to talk about our feelings with Sam?" he mocked. You felt tears threatening to overflow. You reached over his seat and hugged him. "Hey you ok?" he asked, patting your arm. "I'll always need you," you mumered into his neck. He squeezed your hand and you could swear you saw droplets clinging onto his eyelashes, but he turned his head and when he looked back they were dry. He kept silent and you held him in your embrace, while Sam awkwardly averted his eyes and continued chewing. Dean patted your arm one last time before pulling it away, he smiled and started the engine. Dean drove away silently, chewing on a hot dog Sam had reserved for him.

The journey back to the bunker was over 12 hours. The roles of driving and sleeping cycled through the three of you; Dean drove for 5 hours, Sam for 4 and you for 3, therefore each of you had the opportunity to catch up on sleep lost over the week. You paid no attention to the scenery, only when it was your turn behind the wheel did you focus on the landscape in front of you, just for safety purposes and so you remembered very little of the drive. You talked with the brothers about anything that seemed worth talking about. You talked about Cas briefly, then about new video games and upcoming conventions but the boys insisted that topic should be reserved for Charlie, then about your favourite hunts, and then the boys talked about times they shared with you that you didn't even remember, but they made you giggle and feel warmth inside.

At the bunker everything was still and cold. The lights flickered lazily to life after you flicked a switch. "So what now?" you asked slumping into a chair, "for once the world isn't ending and I actually have nothing to do". "I'll go get beer and maybe we can watch a movie," Sam suggested. You lit up at the idea. You couldn't recall the last time you had a break, yet alone when you last had a movie night. Granted many nights you'd spend in your room with Charlie catching up on your favourite T.V shows, but it had been a long time since you watched a movie with the boys. "I'll call Cas," you jumped up. "I'll pick a movie," Dean said. "Meet back at my room?" you said before separating.

"Cas?" you asked through the phone trembling beside your ear. "(y/n)? Is something the matter? Are you alright? Do you need my help?" panic slowly started to rise in his voice. "No, no, I'm absolutely fine Castiel. I was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie?" you whispered nervously. There was no response from his side. "Hello?". Suddenly you felt a warm embrace and an affectionate kiss planted on your cheek, "of course," his sweet and mellow voice tickled your ears. He pulled you onto the sofa so that you lay on top of him, cradled in his legs. He pulled your arm up and planted little kisses from your hand trailing down to your shoulder. Once his mouth reached your neck, he started to nibble and suck slightly, leaving a small purple love bite. At each kiss you let out a little moan, weaving your fingers through his silky hair. You didn't hear the door. Dean was the first to notice your activities. Sam, entranced in reading the synopsis of the movie on the DVD case, walked straight to the T.V. "So we got this superhero movie, we know you like that sort of stuff and-," he said pushing buttons on the remote. "Sam! Pay attention to your goddamn surroundings," Dean snapped, sending warning glares at Cas. You climbed off him and you both sat up. "This is family movie night, ok? Keep it PG 13 got it?" he said. The two of you bent your heads in shame, but you smirked under the hair covering your face. You cuddled up to Cas, who put his arm around you, he whispered into your ear, "I thought it would just be the two of us,", "sorry," you shrugged your shoulders. He bit your ear gently, making you squirm and giggle. "Hey! Hey!" Dean seated himself between the two of you, "cut the cute crap," he cautioned. Sam walked quietly over to the couch, turned on the movie and passed a bowl of popcorn to you.

The Avengers movie you had watched countless times rolled through the credits and Sam and Dean where about to get up to change the movie, but you stopped them and forced them to watch the end credits scene. "Why do Gods work alongside mortals? What creature is that green monster? Are these warriors considered guardians of the world? What is shwarma?" and such questions spiralled off Castiel's tongue. Dean moaned in annoyance. "Don't worry about it Cassie, I'll explain it to you another day". Cas grumbled and continued to ponder on the complicated sciences of the MCU, while Sam changed the movie to the second DVD they brought; Ant-Man. "Aaaww you guys are the best at picking movies," you said excitedly, squeezing your knees as you watched comic books form into the Marvel logo.

And that was day one of your vacation.