Wow! So it's been a long time since I've uploaded on here. But my creative juices have been flowing.. I tried out this technique I learned a few years ago and I thought I would upload it. Not my typical genre, switching it up a little to something that I love.. SPN.
xo.
A light sigh spilled from your lips as your eyes began to flutter open, dim silver rays pouring into the window of your bedroom. Turning the alarm clock on the side table towards you; the bright red numbers indicated that it was much too early to be awake, for normal people anyway. Nothing about your life was normal. The fact that you were waking up in your own bed wasn't normal. Most nights you fell asleep in one of those uncomfortable, cheap motel beds that have probably been used in many situations you never want to think about. A slight shudder racks through your shoulders as you stretch your arms over your head, your long golden brown hair falling over your shoulders.
Running your hand through your hair, you decided it was best to see if anything new had come in. You knew they would want to start a new case almost immediately. This was the first time in a long time you hadn't gone with them. He said that they needed someone to stay back and keep researching whatever this thing was. But you knew why he really wanted you to stay behind. He thought it was too dangerous for you; he always did. Whatever this thing was, it kept kidnapping young women, just like you. Except, those women didn't have the background you did. Nevertheless, he won the argument.
Checking your phone, an unread message from Sam flashed across the screen. Sam had kept in contact with you the whole hunt. He was the one to call you and ask questions or text you to let you know that they were okay. A heavy sigh left your lips before you rubbed your tired eyes. Rolling your shoulders back straight, you left the message unread as you walked into the kitchen. Pressing the green button on the coffee maker, the sounds of coffee bean powder being drenched in boiling hot water filled the air around you. This was something you missed when you were on the road. Good coffee. Especially after a long, restless night.
Your barefeet crisscrossed beneath your knees as you held them near your chest, your back against one of the white wooden pillars of your porch. The moon beginning to set in the distant sky as you raised the warm coffee mug to your lips. Soon the sun would be rising in the east, people would be waking up to get ready for work, buzzing around the town to get into office buildings and begin their boring everyday life. But not you. You would set yourself up in your library, researching a new case, setting things up so you and the boys could head out when they were well rested. It wasn't often you got to enjoy your home. The quiet that enveloped you whenever you were there was something you never got anywhere else.
The sereneness was quickly interrupted by a loud purr that made your heart jump a little when you heard it. Your eyes fixated on the mug in your hands, fingers lightly tracing over the rim as it rest on your knees. The purr was like music to your ears, there was nothing quite like the sound of that 1967 Chevy Impala driving up to greet you. You heard their groans as they dragged themselves from Baby. A quick pat on the hood and two pairs of boots were pounding their way up the wooden stairs of your porch. They didn't notice you on the railing, probably too tired to notice. You waited a few moments after they entered the house before you heard the screen door swing open again and loud footsteps could be heard making their way towards you. There was only one pair this time, you noticed as they got closer.
"Do you want some breakfast, Sam?" Your voice was still hoarse from being unused. You didn't have to look up to know that it was the younger of the two; you knew that the other brother would go upstairs and go straight to bed, not wanting to risk another fight. Sam shook his head and kissed your forehead lightly.
"I'm going to head to bed, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." A weak smile graces your lips, nodding in response.
"Get some sleep, Sammy. You look awful."
"Oh gee thanks."
"It's what a best friend is for." He mustered up a laugh before leaving you alone again. The sound of the screen door closing left you alone in your thoughts. You hated it when you fought with Dean. Not just because he was one of your best friends, but because you loved him. You weren't sure when it had happened, but you knew that you had fallen in love with him. Of course, you never let him know that. To risk a friendship as amazing as his just wasn't worth it. You were always there for him; to clean him up after a hunt, to help him home after a drunken night at the bar, or even just to talk. Besides Sammy, you were always the one he could count on, you were his go to. When you fought with him, it tore you up inside, but sometimes he was too damn stubborn. But so were you.
A yawn filled the air as you felt the warmth on your feet from the first rays of sunshine. Stretching your arms, you climbed down from the railing deciding that you could use a few more hours of sleep before the boys woke up. Placing your mug on the counter, you drug yourself upstairs, the thought of sleep making your body heavy. It wasn't until you stepped inside your room you noticed something in your bed. It moved slightly. That definitely wasn't there when you got up. A small smile threatened your lips when got closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was moments like this when you remembered why you couldn't stay mad at him. His breath steady and even, his lips parted slightly, face calm as he slept. There had only been one other time that this had happened, which meant that this had been a pretty bad hunt. You felt all the anger towards him fade away as you watched him sleep; running your fingers gently through his short hair, he let out a soft hum. You could see the smile now gracing his lips. It was in moments like this that you thought maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about you. But that couldn't be true.
Your fingers release themselves from his hair, climbing into bed you lean over and place a soft, lingering kiss on his forehead. Emerald eyes meeting yours as you pull away. You both hold the stare for what seems like forever until you break it to look out the window as the first morning rays begin to flood your room.
"You look beautiful ... in the morning light…" You hear him whisper through a yawn, his voice deeper than normal laced with sleep. Your eyes meet his again, trying to decide if you really just heard that. "I'm sorry…" he continues wrapping one of his chiseled arms around you. One of your hands run down his arm lightly, sending a quick shiver up his spine.
"Bad hunt?" He nods. "Wanna talk about it?" He shakes his head, pulling you closer to him so he can rest his head in the crook of your neck. The mixture of his hot breath and stubble tickling your skin. You begin to run your fingers through his hair again, earning another small hum in response. "Go to sleep, Dean. I'll be here when you wake up." With that you feel his breath begin to even out again, sleep taking over his body and soon after yours.