It was a normal day at the Winchester household. Flowers were blooming, birds were singing...
"COME BACK HERE YOU MUTT!"
The sound of claws skidding across the floor and the two pairs of feet stomping after it sounded through the bunker, and Sam groaned.
Well, so much for that.
He lifted himself out of bed and shuffled over to his door, opening it with his eyes half closed.
"Dean, is everything-"
He was cut short by Macy tackling him, covering him in soap and water.
"Macy! Bad girl, get off!" Sam yelled, but he smiled none the less.
The pit bull licked his face before crawling off of him, right as Dean and Jasmine ran past his room.
Sam heard them screech to a halt before making their way back to his doorway, both glaring at the dog.
Okay, i'm sure you are wondering what the heck is going on.
Lets clear things up a bit.
Jasmine Green.
She met the boys about five months ago when she ran into them on a job.
They were both working the case, so they decided to team up.
Little did they know that not only was she a hunter, she was also a woman of letters, and she had been trying to track down the location of the bunker for years.
When she found out that they were the Winchesters, she told them about her plan to find the bunker and get information on what happened to her Dad who had disappeared when she was a child.
They agreed to it, and the rest is history.
She had become family to them.
Oh, and her dog Macy, too.
God knows that had took some convincing.
Okay, back to our current problem.
"I cant believe we agreed to let her stay here." Dean said, giving Macy the death stare. She just panted in return, then began sniffing around Sam's room.
"Shes not THAT bad." Jasmine argued, stepping in.
"Come here girl!" She whispered, clicking her tongue.
Then, all three of them slowly made their way towards the dog.
She jumped on Sam's bed, and they started to corner her..
Only for her to jump right back off, running under Sam and back into the halls.
"Dammit, Sam! Why are you so frigging tall?" Dean yelled, and they all chased after Macy, making sharp turns around the corners and down the stairs.
Suds and water made a trail through the bunker, and as they ran off the last step, Jasmine missed it, and sprang forward, crashing into the wall.
Sam and Dean immediately stopped, and went to help her up.
"You okay?" Sam asked, and she nodded, cringing.
Then it was silent.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, then back at her.
And then they burst into laughter.
"Hey! You guys are douchebags!" Jasmine yelled, still on the ground.
They were both almost in tears, and Dean had doubled over.
"You should have... Seen.. Your face..."
Sam wheezed out, and Jasmine smiled.
She knew these boys well, and she knew that this was a moment that didn't happen very often.
"No different than what your face is always like, Winchester."
He smirked at her.
Then, they noticed that Macy had joined them in the room, and it almost looked like she was smiling too.
Later, when they had finally finished Macy's bath and eaten lunch, Dean and Jasmine started binge watching Game of Thrones (for the third time this week) and Sam was browsing the lore books in the library.
It had gone on for quite a while now, and when Jasmine came to check on him, his nose was buried in a specific book that had caught his eye.
"What are you reading?" She asked, taking a seat next to him.
He kept reading, but still answered.
"Not much... Stuff on Greek gods.. Just seemed interesting."
She smiled, and he looked up.
"Too interesting to take a break and join us?"
He grinned, then shook his head.
They walked off to where Dean and Macy were waiting, just as a single light in the library flickered.
Hell wasn't a silent place, but today, it seemed almost too quiet for Crowley.
The king sat on his throne, almost wanting to get news that someone was stirring up trouble.
His wish would be granted sooner than he thought.
Very soon, actually.
Like, seconds.
The doors of the room swung open, and Crowley actually looked up with a bit of interest.
His messenger shuffled into the room, sweat running down his forehead and neck. He stopped in front of him respectfully, and Crowley motioned him on to speak. The demon cleared his throat nervously.
"Sir, the angel Castiel is here to see you."
Crowley raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?"
"The angel-"
"Yes, yes, i know who."
He sighed.
"Let him in."
The demon nodded, and hurried back to the door, letting Castiel walk in.
He went up to the throne, looking very out of place.
"So, Castiel.. Whats a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" Crowley asked sarcastically. The angel rolled his eyes.
"We need to discuss something."
"How about how many demons i've lost because of your gracious visit? Might as well get that out of the way."
Castiel sighed.
"I harmed none of your men."
Crowley let out a humph, then stood.
"Do you know the White Witch?"
Castiel asked, wasting no time, and Crowley's head turned back to him in a heartbeat.
"Such a thing hasn't been talked about in centuries. Why bring it up now?"
"Because.." Castiel seemed to cringe, obviously not wanting to share what he knew with the king of hell.
But in this matter, he needed all the information he could get on the subject, and he already knew the bunker didn't have anything about it, so he couldn't ask Sam and Dean.
This was his last hope.
"There have been... Signs... Of her return."
Crowley smirked.
"Oh really?"
Castiel nodded.
"Well. This could get interesting."
(Sorry if this moved a bit fast, i just wanted to make sure it made sense and the plot was kind of clear. Feel free to leave any criticism you may have)
