Talking to the Moon

Our Little Family

Quick note: I know they don't have the bunker at this point in the show, just pretend they do
"Hey Sammy, whatcha doin?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck from behind, setting my chin on his shoulder.

"Research," he replies, taking a break from his computer to give me a quick kiss.

"Did you find a case?" I ask.

"C'mon, you know the Leviathans are the things we're trying to destroy right now, we just need Crowley's blood and that's it. I'm not going to go looking for a case. And actually, that's not the research I was doing..." he admits.

"What were you doing then?  It's getting kinda late."

"Trying to find a ring for you for our wedding." I lift my left hand off his chest where it was resting and smile while looking at the beautiful ring he proposed to me with.

"You don't need to get me a second band, you already got me a ring.  By the way, can we invite more people than just Cas, Dean, and Bobby?

"That'd be great," he says.

"Alright, I'm gonna go in the kitchen to see if the you-know-what is done cooking," I say, leaving the room.

Walking into the kitchen of the bunker, I hear the ding of the oven. I pull out what I was baking and set it in top of the stove to cool just a bit.

"DEAN! I MADE PIE!" I shout.

About 10 seconds later, he bursts into the kitchen. "Pie?" he asks, green eyes shining.

"Apple," I say, handing a slice to him. He sits down at the table and I bring the rest of the pie over and set it down so others, well I guess just Sam, can have some too since Cas usually doesn't eat.

"Oh my god, you're the best sister-in-law ever!" he exclaims.

"Two things, I'm your ONLY sister-in-law. And Sam and I aren't even married yet so I'm not even that.

"Yeah, but you're gonna get married soon. By the way, Sammy's totally whipped. Feel free to tell him I said that," he says.

"Tell me what?" Sam asks, walking into the kitchen.

"That you're whipped," Dean says bluntly.

We hear the familiar flap of wings and I turn around to see Castiel has entered the room.

"Hey Cas!" I say cheerily. Cas and Dean are like brothers to me, so I love them both. I obviously love Sam too though.

"I hear Sam has been whipped, I can help with that," he states. Before anyone can say something, he walks up to Sam and puts two fingers on his forehead. "I don't understand, I can usually feel it when I heal someone," he says, squinting his blue eyes and tilting his head in confusion.

"Cas it's an expression," Dean says.

"Oh. I don't think I'll ever understand you humans."

Sam rolls his eyes and grabs a fork. He goes over to the pie and sticks his fork in to grab a bit, but Dean swats at his hand. "Go get your own pie!"

Sam gives Dean his famous puppy dog eyes, and when that doesn't work, just the look where he tilts his head, presses his lips together, and stares at Dean; his usual bitch face.

"I'm serious Sammy, this pie is all mine," he says.

"Hello Dean," Cas says, walking up behind him.

"Hey Cas, you're not gonna try and take my pie are you?"

"No, food just tastes like molecules to me.  I can taste every one and it's disgusting.  Also, angels don't need to eat," he explains.

"It's getting pretty late, I'm thinking we should go to bed soon," Sam announces, checking his wrist for a watch that doesn't exist.

"Yeah, you're right," I say, letting it a fake yawn that turned into a real one.

"Sammy, if you wanna get laid, don't make up excuses, just leave the room," Dean says.

Sam rolls his eyes and leaves the room.  Dean finishes his slice and I wrap the rest of the pie so it doesn't get stale.  Dean retires to his room for the night and I go to the room Sam and I share.  Changing into my pajamas, I flop down on the bed and Sam instantly wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. 
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Howdy!  First chapter!  Others will probably be a little longer, I know I hate reading short chapters and stuff.  Stay tuned.  Please vote and comment!  Also, I know they don't have the bunker at this point, but just imagine they do, and I can't remember if Castiel knows who he is at this point, but I think he does.
~Molly~