For you (Spn x Male!Reader) [It's Bad, It's Cringy.]

Chapter 9: Silver Cross and Forgivness

Dean stopped the Impala in front of the house and we got out of the car. My motorbike was still there.

"Hey Cas, do you want to try it sometime ?" I asked the angel.

"I still find travelling in car weird, I don't think I would like a motorbike."

"I find it better than cars, more speed, the sensation of wind on you, and no traffic jam !"

"Don't talk in front of Baby like that !"

"Whatever you say Dean" I smirked and kicked the door of my house open "Honey I'm home~"

"Now I have a question, did you do that by the time you were with Crowley ?" Sam asked

"No. He was the one doing it. Well he kicked the door once. But I kicked his face so he stopped."

"..." Sam said nothing.

Entering the living room, I walked to a window and opened it so we could see. I turned around and saw dust everywhere, the wallpaper starting to fall down, papers scattered, and blood on the floor. Mine. I gulped as I started having flashback. I heard a snap and the stain disappeared. I blinked and looked up to see Castiel letting his hand fall back to his side.

"Thank you Cas" I smiled and he nodded.

"So why are we here ?" Dean asked.

"I want to take all my things back to the bunker..."

"And why is it the first step in your plan ?" Sam asked.

"I just want to be sure everything is safe...and...you can have it"

"What ?" the Winchester said simultaneously

"I won't need it anymore..."

"Does it mean that your plan consist on dying ?" Dean asked

"Not necessarily..." I said as I was studying a dagger.

"Tell us your plan, please" I looked at Sam

"Your puppy eyes doesn't work anymore with me, Sammy" and he just sighed. I smirked.

"In the bedroom there's my suitcase, all my belonging are in there."

"What about the papers here ?" Sam asked

"It's old research...It's not really important but take them if you want." he took one and started to read it.

"It's interesting..."

"Well, little moose, there's more for you !" he hummed and sat on the couch, starting to read the papers.

"Are you two coming with me ?" I asked.

"I'm going to stay there, in case there's danger" Castiel answered and I looked at Dean.

"If you want me to come..." he shrugged

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you"

"Then let's go" I nodded and we make our way to the bedroom.

My suitcase was still at the place I leaved it. Kneeling down I opened it, and smiled. Dean kneeled beside me.

"Everything's still there..." I said relived.

I first saw an old photo of my parents and me when I was ten years old. It was the day of my birthday, nobody else from this "family" wanted to come. Not like they would come anyway. And now I understood why, maybe they knew about my father, or at least had a bad feeling about him...