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Sam took a deep breath and flicked a strand of long brunette hair back over her shoulder. The bunker was right in front of him, and he had no idea how he was going to explain this to Kevin.
She pocketed the keys to the Impala and ambled up to the door, doing the secret knock of two short, three with gaps, and then five very short.
She heard footsteps from behind the door, and then Kevin's voice. "What's the password?" He asked through the heavy-duty iron door.
Sam cleared his voice and tried to speak in a lower voice, but his womanly vocal chords just couldn't get to that low octave he's sported before. "Paprika."
There was a long pause. "Who are you?" Kevin's voice had dropped in tone, sounding extremely distrustful.
"It's Sam. Just...something happened to us on the last hunt. Spell gone wrong or something." She shuffled her feet, which she had to put on four extra layers of socks to actually fit in her now large carpenter's shoes. "I can prove it."
Kevin slipped open the little metal viewer, standing back like they'd warned him in case the intruder tried to take a knife to his eye or something. Sam gave him a toothless barely-smile and gave a tiny wave, her other hand shoved into the pocket of her very baggy jeans. "Hey, Kev."
She flinched as a stream of water shot through the tiny slat and hit her in the face. She kept a slightly irked smile on her face as she wiped the holy water from her cheeks.
"We surrounded the door with underground, wrought iron devil's traps around three weeks ago, remember?" She wiped the water off on her pants and rubbed her eyes.
"Oh. Right." Kevin behind the door put the water gun back down on the shoe rack. "Uhm...can you cut yourself for me?" Kevin asked meekly as his button-black eyes peered through the small slat.
Sam rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Kev, we've taught you better than that. Silver, and then I show you my blood."
"Oh!" Kevin's eyes disappeared as he searched the rack again.
"Next to the book 'The Complete Family Tree of Lycanthropes' should be the silver stake." Sam crossed her arms and blew a little bit of long hair from her face. She hated these rituals.
"Uh..grab this for me?" Kevin slid the stake out, pointy end towards himself.
"Kevin, you're literally killing me." Sam refused to grab it until Kevin realized and switched it around, blunt end towards himself.
"If I was a monster I could jab that in between your eyes and you'd be done for." Sam grumbled, curling her fingers around the stake and then hiking up the flannel on her arm and making a small scar under the crease of her elbow as she flicked out her switchblade.
"Happy?" Sam asked with a lift of a dark brown, delicate brow.
Kevin hesitatntly swung the door open. "You sure look different. But kinda similiar. I don't know how to describe it." He laughed as he scrubbed the back of his dark hair with his palm. "Where's Dean?"
Sam rolled her eyes as she rolled her flannel back down her arm. " "Having fun" ." She bit out as she made little air quotes.
Kevin chuckled. "I figured."
Sam pushed past and immediately found her laptop charging on the work table, flipping it open and beginning to type her log in information, she then plopped down and let out a sigh. "If Dean comes home in high heels and a skirt and shit-faced I have no idea what I'm gonna do." She ran her fingers through her dark brown hair, creating little V's on the back of her head of silky brown.
"Isn't the weirdest thing that's happened to him." Kevin smirked, and Sam threw a book at him.
The next morning, Dean's bedroom
"Dean?"
Dean growled and rolled over in bed, her legs tangling all in the sheets as she flopped onto her stomach and pulled the pillow tight over her head, only a bit of a spill of blonde hair could be seen from under the pillow.
"Cas, not now." She muffedly groaned through the pillow. "I feel like I picked a fight with a brick wall and the wall won."
"Dean. Sam told me to give you this. That it will help." The angel gently touched her bare shoulder again.
Dean finally peeked her face from the pillows, she looked awful from last night, her light hair was messy and everywhere and her face resembled a very exhausted druggie. But Cas somehow still thought she looked beautiful with those half-lidded green eyes and reddened cheeks.
"For you." The angel opened his palm to reveal two light blue oblong-shape Aleves, and also extended a small cup of water for Dean to take.
Dean got a very sad smile on her face as she plucked the pills from Cas's palm and swallowed them with a swig of water. She observed Cas as she slowly handed the empty cup back to him. Her mouth was pulled into a tiny, sympathetic smile but her eyes were sad.
"Why're you so good to me, Cas?" She asked raspily, her eyes getting even sadder as her eyebrows tipped upward.
"Because." The angel replied, and then bit down on his jaw, indicating he didn't have much else to say.
Dean again had disbelief in her bleary eyes. "Yeah. I guess raising someone from hell ain't exactly a small favor, is it?" She propped her cheek in her palm an rested her elbow on the bed. "I guess I'm way lighter in this new body. My new alcohol limit is way off from before."
She frowned and stared right into Cas's eyes. "I'm sorry. What I did to you last night was a dick move, Cas. I made you be my babysitter and I treated you like shit and I'm sorry for that." She swept her eyes to the side in embarrassment. "I want to make it up to you. When I'm feeling better. I promise it'll be nice, okay?"
Cas's blue eyes had softened and he looked at Dean with her awful bedhead and glassy eyes and ruddy cheeks and he still felt his heart flutter just a little. "..Okay." He agreed, slightly nodding his head.
Dean moaned and sat up a little, hugging a pillow to her chest and resting her chin on it. "What even happened last night, man?" She asked, half her words obscured with a yawn.
Cas awkwardly stood, not sure if he was inviting him to sit. "..You were severely intoxicated and I flew you home."
Dean grinned and rolled her eyes a little. "I mean..did I say anything? Sam always tells me that when I get super shit-faced I become a fountain and literally everything I'm thinking just gushes out." She blushed a little. "So, did I..?"
Cas finally smiled a little. "You said I was your Hamburger Boy."
Dean laughed. "Fuck. I kind of remember that." She ran her hand down her face. "That's embarrassing."
"You said that I was a hamburger to your pie and that we should go on a picnic together." Cas further elaborated. He looked down and shuffled his feet. "Personally, that sounds..lovely."
There was a silence as Dean couldn't hide the goofy smile on her face. "Cas?" She started. "You want that to be the payment for me being a total asshole to you? Wanna go on a picnic?"
The angel kept his eyes on his shoes but nodded a little.
Dean chuckled. "It's a date. I-I mean I'll set a date. A date and time to picnic. And location. Duh." Judging by the look on the angel's face he hadn't quite caught the first line's meaning. Good.
"Alright. Well, I'm gonna hopefully try and nap through this hangover so...I guess I'll see you later today." She said as slightly an indication for the man to leave, but he stayed and stood in the same spot. Dean felt very awkward as she pulled the covers to be unbunched.
"...Cas?" She finally ventured to say after a few awkward seconds.
"I'm very concerned about your health, Dean." He admitted, his eyebrows drawing together as his hands pulled into fists at his sides.
"It's just a hangover. Don't worry so much about me, Cas." Dean blew it off, waving her hand in dismissal. "A few winks, and a lot of hydration and I'll be perfectly fine."
The angel still did not look convinced, his lips pressing together slightly. "May I watch over you?"
Dean chuckled. "If you want. But just know I won't be offended if you get bored and leave."
"Understood." He simply sat down from where he'd been standing, sitting criss-cross and keeping his eyes lazer-focused on Dean. "Sleep well." He gravelled.
Dean stuffed her pillow over her head and tried to fall asleep again, and she knew she should have been freaked out by the man sitting and watching her but she felt the opposite. Protected, secure. Important. Her heart squeezed when she thought about Cas. Anyone else would have been angry as hell for treating them that disrespectfully, but Cas was worried about her.
Well, crap.
And now he promised she would take him on a friggin' picnic. Great.