Djinn Dreams 4
I rolled over onto Dean's pillow. His forehead rubbed against mine and I smiled. I opened my eyes and seen it was around five in the morning. Dean's eyes cracked open.
"What in the world are you doing?" He asked.
"What's left of the bed." I snickered. He smiled and pulled me closer to him. I looked through the darkness for a minute, listening the even breaths coming from Dean. His hand slipped from my waist in his sleep to my lower back. I closed my eyes and snuggled deeper into the pillow and closer to him.
The sound of Dean's phone blaring woke me up at nine. I opened my eyes to find a very grumpy looking Dean awake and unmoving from his pillow.
"Who the hell is calling me at nine in the morning?" He grumbled reaching out for his phone.
"Could be important." I said. He growled and rubbed his head sitting up. His sandy brown hair stuck up in all directions and he desperately tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes.
"Hello?" He asked raising the phone to his ear. The phone rang and I laughed as he realized he didn't press talk.
"Hello?" He repeated after pressing the buttons. There was a buzz from the phone and Dean rolled his eyes. "Garth, seriously, you can't handle a sissy little ghost?"
"Garth?" I asked rolling over pulling the blanket up around my neck. Dean reached up and scratched the back of his neck.
"Ugh, fine. Give us a few hours. We're in Kansas right now, so it shouldn't take too long." Dean said dragging himself out of bed. I felt my heart sink. This was it. He was leaving for the first time and I'd be here without him, not knowing if he was dead or alive. It was what I had signed up for, and I understood that this was the deal, but it didn't make it any easier.
"Garth! I just woke up! I don't even understand what you're saying. What the hell is a ratchet?" Dean said stripping off his white t-shirt. He looked at me shaking his head and hung up.
"What he want?" I asked.
"He's in Hastings, Nebraska apparently they have a bit of a ghost problem that he can't handle." Dean said grumpily.
"So you're going to go help him?" I said leaning back against the head board.
"Yep, the idiot's going to get himself killed one of these days." He sighed, "Love the kid, but he's a royal pain in the ass sometimes." I smiled as he pulled on a pair of worn jeans. I got up as he went to the bathroom to shave and grabbed his duffel. I began to pack a couple pairs of pants and a few t-shirts. I pulled out his suit from the closet in case he needed it and laid it out on the bed. I smiled at the lace bra in the dresser when I opened it. I quickly got a pen and paper.
Come home soon. Will be waiting here with nothing but the rest of ensemble.
I shoved the bra and note into the duffel chuckling to myself evilly and put a t-shirt over it. He walked back into the room looking surprised at the packed things on his bed.
"You didn't have to do that." He said smiling. He kissed me and buttoned his shirt up. He skipped a button and I slapped his hand away.
"I do have to! I don't want you forgetting anything." I said smiling buttoning the shirt up as he smiled down at me.
"You packed everything? Underwear?" He said raising his eyebrows up and down like a schoolboy. I snickered to myself in my head and nodded.
"Oh yes, plenty, just in case you can't handle the big bad ghost and pee your pants." I said rubbing his shaved face. He rolled his eyes and tickled me before walking over to the wall of guns. He selected two of the shotguns and placed them beside his duffle bag. I smiled at him from the bed and he looked at me worried.
"You're gonna be okay here." He stated, but sounding like it was more for himself than me.
"I know! I'm more worried about you." I said.
"I'm fine. I've gone up against countless ghosts." He said shaking his head with a frown.
"Yeah and out of all of them how many have actually killed you in the process?" I smiled.
"It doesn't matter, because I'm here right?" He said faltering.
"You've died over a hundred times and a girl's not supposed to worry?" I said smiling.
"Hell no, she should be impressed... fucking died a hundred times! I'm like a cat... I've got... a unlimited amount of lives." He said slowly. I laughed and threw the pillow at him which he caught with a smile.
"Well, just don't rely on that Dean... you never know if this is the last Mario mushroom you'll find." I said smiling.
"I know. I was only joking." He said smiling. He came over and kissed me on the forehead. I smiled and he unzipped his bag and I grit my teeth as he put deodorant and a toothbrush in. He began to root around and I distracted him with asking him if he's told Sam yet.
"Oh, nope. Probably should go do that." He said.
"Okay, I'll finish up here." I said. He nodded and walked out of the room. I tossed in his razor and anything else I could think of hoping that he really wouldn't need them. If he had to use them it meant he wouldn't be home in a while, but I wanted to be careful. I tossed in some pain killers, and a picture of us and zipped it up. I sighed and carried the stuff to the library and met Dean on his way back from Sam's wing.
"Okay that was weird." He whispered.
"What?" I said.
"Your sister's sleeping in the other room." He said.
"What?" I asked raising my voice an octave.
"I don't know." He shrugged. He grabbed the stuff and told me he was taking it to the car when Sam walked out dressed and ready.
"Wow. You're speedy." I said.
"I'm a morning person." He said smiling.
"Apparently!" I laughed.
"Dean outside?" He asked walking toward the door.
"Yep! I'm gonna go wake Jen." I said. He nodded and left. I ran down the hall to Jen's "room". She, like me, hadn't used it upon our arrival and had shared Sam's room.
"Jen!" I said quietly tip toeing into the room so I wouldn't scare her. She rolled over, eyes puffy.
"What?" She asked confused.
"Dean and Sam are heading out. Garth called them this morning and I guess he needs help with some ghosts." I said.
"Okay." She said and rolled back over.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Nothing, I'm just tired."
"You're lying to me."
"Sam's just being unreasonable." She sniffed. I sat down on her bed and crossed my legs. She looked at me from her pillow with red eyes. It looked as if she'd been crying all last night.
"What's going on?" I asked softly.
"It's just... he thinks he's some horrible person since everything that's happened... and I mentioned something about having a home and family and he said he didn't want kids." She said.
"Because?"
"Because he doesn't want them to be like him. With demon blood in them he said." She whispered a single tear falling from her eye.
"Oh Sam." I sighed.
"Exactly. So I started to tell him that it wasn't his fault, and things just escalated from there." She said.
"I'm sorry Jen." I said trying to figure out how to fix this.
"Now it's like he's mad at me for believing in him." She whispered. I sighed and pulled on her blanket. She sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Well, right now I think it's best if we both go out there and see them off and act like things are fine for the sake of them leaving. After they're gone we'll work all this out." I said. Jen smiled small and got up. She followed me out of the room and we went into the library where Sam and Dean were talking in low voices.
"Hello boys." I said smiling.
"Hello." Dean said putting on a plastered smile. I narrowed my eyes.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Well, we've been talking and we think that Cas should stay with you until we get back." Sam said. Jen didn't respond but nodded.
"Okay I guess," I said slowly. Castiel was going to babysit us? WHY!? "Dean I know you're just trying to be careful, but no one knows we're here. Do you really think it's necessary? We don't even know the guy." I said crossing my arms.
"I'm Here!" A rough voice said behind me making me jump.
"Please Emily, just this time." Dean sighed. I pursed my lips and examined Castiel.
"Cas this is Jen and Emily, guys this is Cas." Sam said gesturing to the stone faced man.
"Pleasure to meet you." He said grim. I smiled and waved back small.
"We've got to go." Dean said.
The boys collected the things that they hadn't go the chance to carry out and left. My stomach turned and I ran after them. I stumbled up the steps, falling halfway up. I ran outside and onto the path.
"DEAN!" I called out. Dean stopped in his walk down the road to the car to look back. He stood in a break of the dense trees and the sun beamed down on him. I ran down the gravel road in my barefoot. He dropped his bags as I crashed into him with a hug.
"I love you Dean!" I said hugging him tightly. Dear god please don't let him get hurt.
"Emily I'll be right back!" He laughed putting his arms around me .
"Dean!"
"I love you too, you know I do." He said. I kissed him before releasing him from my clutch. I noticed Sam had dropped his stuff and was jogging back to the bunker, hopefully to patch things up with Jen.
"Oh, um, a little advice," I said smiling, " I would unpack your bag alone."
"Why?" Dean asked confused.
"You'll see." I smiled backing away.
"Why?!" He called out after me.
"Be careful Dean!"
I checked my phone again. Castiel's eyes studied me from across the room. I smiled small and he attempted to smile back.
"So, Cas how'd you meet Sam and Dean?" Jen asked from a small sofa by the TV. She was attempting to hook a DVD player up to the old TV.
"I raised Dean from the depths of hell," Castiel replied, "Sam, is Dean's brother."
He stood against the wall, straight faced and serious. I glanced at Jen. He was joking right?
"Oh..." Jen said surprised. I desperately tried to change the subject.
"So you're an angel, must be cool..." I said. Castiel's eyebrows furrowed together.
"I don't understand. What do you mean "cool"," He asked.
"Right, um, well... heaven! You've obviously been to heaven. What's it like?" Jen asked.
"It's large." He said. Jen let out a small choke of laughter and he smile. I began to laugh at the awkwardness that had fallen on us. Oh my goodness...
"Hey would you like to watch a movie with us?" Jen asked finally getting the DVD player to work.
"I suppose." Castiel said moving to a seat next to Jen on the couch.
"Jen! The Titanic? Really... Again!?"
"I have an obsession." She replied pressing play.
We fell into silence as we watched. Soon the movie was coming to the end and Castiel became rather outspoken.
"This is not correct." He said as the Titanic hit the iceberg.
"What?"
"I was there, there was no man and woman leaning on the railings, or named Jack and Rose. The ship sank rather quickly. This is not correct." Castiel said confused. Jen began to cry as Jack clung to the door in the freezing water.
"I don't remember this." Castiel said.
"It's not real Castiel, it's just a movie." I said. He looked over at me.
"Who would pollute the minds of the people with this false portrayal?" He asked. Jen sobbed louder and he looked over at her, "Why are you crying? These people are not real. This did not happen."
"Cas, it's a movie. We make it all up so it's fun to watch." I said smiling.
"Do you enjoy watching thousands of people dying?" He said as the ship sank to the depths of the ocean. I laughed at his confused expression. What we humans must look like to him...
"I won't let go!" Jen sobbed. I rolled my eyes at her as Kate let poor Leo sink. "YOU LYING BITCH!" Jen screamed throwing her tissue box at the screen. Castiel inched away from her and I snickered. Poor Cas, if he wasn't fully terrified of women he would be now...
My phone rang and I left the scared angel to fend for himself with my sobbing sister.
"Dean?" I asked answering the phone.
"Hey! We just got here." He said back I smiled and walked to our room.
"You're okay?"
"Aside from a few gas mishaps from Sam, I'm alive." He joked. I laughed and sat down on our bed.
"Have you unpacked yet?" I asked.
"Actually, I'm doing it as we talk." He said. I smiled as I heard him taking things out of his bag.
"OH HO! What is this?" Dean said surprised. I smiled and remained silent, "Come home soon, the..." He stopped reading and I laughed softly. "Damn you." He said into the phone.
"Just a little enticement to gank the ghost as quick as possible and get your ass back here." I said grabbing his pillow and hugging it.
"I'd drive back now, but Sammy's in the shower..." He said and I heard blinds opening and closing.
"Well, just know I'm here." I sighed.
"I know."
"Cas, is ah... nice." I said.
"Oh boy." Dean laughed.
"We made the mistake of watching a movie." I sighed and Dean started laughing.
"Which one? PLEASE be good!" He laughed.
"Titanic?" I sighed. Dean began to laugh loudly and I heard him bend over at one point.
"Oh man, I forgot to tell you about movies... he's not much fun..."
"Yeah I could tell by the fact of him asking me if I enjoyed watching thousands of people die." I chuckled. Dean laughed and sighed into the phone.
"At least he attempted."
"Yeah." Dean fell silent for a minute. "You there?"
"Oh yeah, I'm just looking at this bra," Dean said. I blushed and replied,
"Put it back."
"Fine, oh Sam's out of the shower." Dean said.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
"You better." He said.
"I love you Dean..."
"Love you.
"Aw! Wait, who's going to kick me all night and hog all the blankets now?" I sighed. Dean chuckled and we said goodnight.
I tossed my phone aside and laid down on the bed. It was rather cold and big without Dean... I sighed and hugged the pillow closer and waited to fall asleep.
I awoke the next morning and found Castiel and Jen watching old cartoons. A commercial popped on screen for Pizza Hut and Cas leaped off the couch and turned the TV off.
"What the heck?" Jen asked.
"Dean says I'm not allowed to watch the pizza man anymore." Cas said looking at us seriously.
"Um, that was just a commercial for a restaurant." I said. Jen walked back to the TV and showed him that the commercial had ended. I left them to their cartoon and went to the kitchen. My phone rang once signaling I'd received a text message.
Dean: Morning. We'll be home today, Garth's an idiot.
Me: What happened?
Dean: He burned the wrong bones. Do you know what stops a cut from bleeding?
Me: Putting pressure on it! What happened are you okay?
Dean: Already tried that, I'm fine just a scratch.
Me: How deep is it?
Dean: Um... not too bad.
Me: Dean...
Dean: It's deep-ish
Me: You probably need stitches!
Dean: NAH! Not that bad.
Me: HOSPITAL!
Dean: I'm fine Sammy can do it.
Me: Sam is not a trained medical professional.
Dean: Hey! I'm fine! It's just a cut, calm down.
Me: Get home Please?
Dean: We're on our way, about 30 mins.
Me: K, Love you.
I growled and ran to our bathroom, grabbing the peroxide and first aid kit.
"What's wrong?" Jen asked.
"Dean got cut, just getting ready. They're on their way. They'll be here in about ten minutes." I said.
"Really? That was quick." Jen said. She left to tell Cas and I sat down and grabbed a book.
It wasn't long before I heard the knocks on the door. I ran up the stairs quickly.
"Open it's us!" Sam yelled. I opened the door to see Dean leaning on Sam.
"Oh my god!" I yelled opening the heavy door wide enough for them to come in.
On Dean's right thigh was a large gash. His pants were torn and covered in blood, but he seemed to not feel any pain.
"THAT IS A CUT DEAN!?" I yelled as Dean hobbled down the stairs with the help of Sam.
"It's not as bad as it looks. Dean said.
"NOT AS BAD?! ARE YOU NUTS?!" I screamed, "Dean, you have a gaping hole in your leg!" Sam helped him to our room.
"You good?" Sam asked. Dean nodded and he left.
"DEAN!"
"Emily!" He mocked, "I'm fine, look!" He said standing. He winced slightly and I made him sit down. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a wet washcloth and a towel. He sat on the bed while I looked at his leg. I took his pant off and he yelled as the fabric accidentally brushed up against it.
"Oh, just a scratch huh?" I snapped tossing the ruined jeans aside. The cut was as long as my hand from the tip of my middle finger to my wrist, about once centimeter deep, and was bleeding horribly. I cleaned away the dried blood and dirt while Dean grit his teeth. I began to panic at the sight of this much blood by Dean remained calm.
"Can you stitch it up?" He asked.
"I don't know how!" I said confused. Dean grabbed the first aid kit and began it himself. I watched him as he sealed the cut, hissing at the pain. He tied the end and cut it before laying back on the bed. I winched at him being in pain.
"So much for lacy lingerie..." Dean huffed. I rolled my eyes and cleaned up the wound again and wrapped clean gauze around his leg. "You alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, just shook up I guess. I expected a cut, not a severed leg." I joked. He smiled and reached out to pull me near.
"Sorry, I guess I forgot the difference between a cut and a Winchester cut." He smiled. I shrugged and he kissed me
"So what in the hell happened?" I asked.
"Well first, you should know that Garth is an idiot. We were inside the house and for some damn reason he had a machete ad he swung at the ghost and the bitch flew from his hand." Dean growled. I snorted and Dean looked at me.
"I'm sorry, I'm just picturing this guy with a boomerang machete." I chuckled.
"I could have died and you're laughing at boomerang machetes?" Dean laughed. I bust into giggled as he said it.
"It's just like picturing you fighting a ghost with numb-chucks." I laughed harder.
"What would I be using numb-chucks exactly?" He asked.
"I have no idea but just the idea is so funny." I laughed. He smiled at me as he watched me laugh. He pulled me next to him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"I can't stop thinking about a boomerang machete." I whispered after we fell silent.
"I can't stop thinking about how awesome I would look with numb-chucks." Dean whispered back in a serious tone and sent me into another fit of laughter.
I woke up the next morning and helped Dean into the library.
"What the hell?" He said as I was looking down to make sure he didn't trip on anything.
I looked up to see Jen and Cas lounging on the couch with avocado facial.
"Hello Dean." Cas said.
"What is on your face?" He asked.
"It's a facial, to cleanse the skin. It's going to ease my tension." Cas said confused . I smacked myself in the forehead at the sight of the devastatingly handsome angel with green goop all over his face.
"Would you like one Dean?" He asked lifting the dull bowl and I snickered as Dean turned him down. Jen shrugged and went back to applying the rest of it onto Cas's face.
"Jen!" I sighed. She just looked at me and smiled innocently.
Dean looked worn out by the time lunch rolled around. He tried to hide his pain, but he was unsuccessful and had to let me get him pain killers. I wished he wasn't so tough all the time, if he'd of listened to me earlier he would have been painless. Jen came from the kitchen with another bowl of her facial mix and talked me into putting it on.
"You look like that green faced dick off Scooby Doo." Dean said when I was done and Jen started laughing.
"Um, I wouldn't if I were you. There is plenty of this in the bowl for you and you can't run." I joked.
"Ooo, I'm scared!" He said. I scooped up a handful out and raised my brows. He got up and attempted to run but I cornered him and smeared the green goo all over his face.
"Oh, it's on." Dean yelled smearing mine into my hair. I screamed and plopped some into his hair and rubbed it around. Suddenly it seemed as if he'd forgotten his leg and was focused on getting me. Jen squealed as goop flew. Dean made sure to cover my hair and down my shirt. I grabbed the bowl back from him and slammed it upside down on top of his head. The mixing bowl covered his face, but judging from the amount of the mixture dripping onto his shirt, his face would be covered thickly.
Dean reached up and grabbed the bowl. He wiped away chunks of avocado from his eyes. It looked like he'd dropped a bucket of paint over his head. He smiled slowly and I bolted. He chased me around the room as I screamed.
"No no no no no!" I squealed as he cornered me. He laughed an evil laugh and caught me. He hauled me over his shoulder. Green mush covered my right side as he picked me up. He wiped his face on my arm and I screamed.
"Guys! You're getting it everywhere!" Sam said.
"She started it Sammy." Dean yelled spinning me around making me dizzy. Sam wasn't angry, in fact he looked happier than I had ever seen him. Dean set me down and shook his head.
"I think you got some in my ear." He cursed.
"Oh god this stuff smells." I gagged peeling my sticky shirt from my skin.
"Shower." Dean said.
"Can I use your shower Jen?" I asked.
"No need," Dean said, "We need to conserve Earth's water supply. Share." He said carrying me off once more. Sam's eyebrows rose up as we walked away.
"Dean!" I gasped, "Now they're looking at us weird."
"Sam knows about sex Emily, it's not shocking to him that I'm carrying you off to my evil lair." Dean said.
"You just made this ten time more awkward."
"Only id you think about it, and right now all I want to think about is getting his green shit off my face." Dean sighed. I laughed evilly as he carried me into the bathroom.