Castiel's Little Sister SPN

Meeting Sam

Dean had a '67 black chevy Impala with brown leather seats. I go to climb in the back seat, when Dean pats the front seat. Once I load shotgun, Dean talks. "So, (Y/N), you and Castiel are angels?"

"Um, yeah, I guess."

"What exactly are you here for anyways?"

"We um, we are here to protect you and Sam from danger." Dean's hand is on my upper thigh, and I place my hand on his. He has the smallest smirk on his face. I blush, and hope that Cas can't tell. Now that I have my coat off, my tank top is stretched across my chest revealing more than I hoped it would. Dean and I both blush when I catch him looking at my top. His hand comes off my thigh, and then the spot where his hand was is now cold. I place my hand on the seat between us hoping he would grab it, but no luck until we pull up to an apartment.

He says sorry about the mess, and he and Sam weren't expecting company. Then he goes in first, to tell Sam that two angels were about to come into their house. Once we are inside, I catch Sam looking at my chest. "I swear to god, if another one of you looks at me like that again, I'm going to put my jacket back on." I snap at Dean and Sam. "Dean, do you guys have anything to drink?"

"Um, yea, hang on (Y/N)." Sam says. Both him and Dean go into the kitchen, and I can't help but overhear what they are saying.

Sam- I swear to god Dean if you get her knocked up, I will beat your arse.

Dean- God Sammy, I won't. (Then he whispers to himself, yet.)

Sam- Um, Dean, what was that?

Dean- Oh, I, um, nothing. Nothing at all.

Then they come back into the living room and Sam trips Dean so he spills water all over me.

"OH MY GOD THATS COLD! AHH! ICE DOWN MY BRA!" I jump up and scream. Dean then takes me to the back room and gives me his shirt to change into since the rest are getting cleaned. I can't help but notice his six pack as he strips his t-shirt off, and when he turns to give me privacy he flexes his back muscles. I pull off my soaked tank and bra, and throw them in the dryer and pull Dean's shirt on. It's like I'm swimming in fabric and it smells like Dean. I take a deep breath of the shirt, and walk back to the living room. Sam is sitting on the kitchen counter, Cas is on what looks like Sam's bed, so I sit on Dean's with him.

"Hey Dean," I ask, "Do you have an old pair of jeans that might fit me too, cause these are soaked?"

"Um, yea, hang on a minute."

Then he gets me a pair of jeans that DO NOT fit me at all, but are better than the wet ones.