The real world

The ass in Cas

Castiel and I step away from each other, a sense of an unspoken boundary being set up settled into the silence. We aren't going to get close anymore, I could sense that much. Lazily, I slump back into my chair, suddenly very tired.

"I suppose, I'll just stand here and keep watch." Cas mumbles, seeing my eyes growing heavy with sleep.

"Thats creepy." I chuckle quietly before sweet sleep takes a hold of me. I guess I was tired from the long days drive.

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"Hey, hey kid. Wakey wakey eggs and bakey." Dean's voice drifts into my dreamless darkness. With a groan I roll off the chair, flopping accidentally into Dean's waiting arms. He chuckles as helps me to my feet. 

"Sorry." I mumble, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Falling asleep in chairs is bad for your health." He says, steadying me.

"Yea, okay. Where's Sam?" I ask, stumbling over to the bathroom.

"Sam's getting some coffee and breakfast. There some left over burger and fries in the fridge." He says from outside the closed bathroom door. I grunt my response while tiredly stripping off my clothes. Everything is being done in autopilot. The water is hot, to hot, but I'm to lazy to fix it. My mind decides to kill two birds with one stone and I reach over as far as I can to grab my tooth brush and tooth paste. There, three thing accomplished without even leaving the shower. 

I exit the bathroom upon Sam's arrival back home, grabbing the coffee from the tray. Both boys cough a little awkwardly and I realize, I just walked out in front of them in nothing but a towel. With a squeal I run back into the bathroom, slamming the door to the sound of their laughter. 

"Guess it's to early for you, eh?" Sam chuckles, passing me my duffel bag through the crack I had opened in the door. 

"Thanks." I mumble taking my bag from him. Grumbling curses under my breath, I pull on some jeans and a black tank top, I throw on a black, blue and white plaid shirt before leaving the bathroom once again. I shuffle my neon pink socks across the floor.

"Nice socks." Dean chuckles, still amused by my mishap a few moments ago. I frown at him. I'm just not used to being around them, usually I just do what I want but around these two I actually feel like I should be a little more self-aware. A little more girly. I plop down on the bed with my knees curled under me. The boys begin to discuss their plan of action for the day. As planned, I'm staying in for research while the boys go to interview the victim's families. 

I put the laptop on my lap and settle into the bed, turning on the magic fingers messager to sooth me. My head phones block all sound from my ears. I'm given a smile from both boys as the leave, locking the door behind them. Music blares through my head, allowing me the ability to concentrate for long periods of time. My eyes scan the screen for anything that may help, my hands write down little notes on the notepad beside me. Everything is just peaceful.

My phone buzzes against my leg, it may be the boys and without even looking I answer it. 

"I'm going to find you." Leo mumbles, he's beyond pissed.

"Why?" I ask, attempting to keep the trmble out of my voice.

"You're hunting Lilith, aren't you." He states, if his voice could go any lower or be filled with any more subtle danger, I would have started crying right then.

"So, what?" I spit, feigning the bravery.

"You're going to fail. Lilitth is my last hunt, you know I claimed her. Why are you trying to take away my kill from me?"