Several nights later, you are snuggled up to Dean, sharing a bed in a motel. He has his arms wrapped possessively around you and keeps kissing your hair and forehead. You keep pinching yourself to make sure you aren't dreaming. He is taller and larger than you, because of his bulging muscles. Eventually, you snuggle closer to Dean and fall asleep breathing the scent of his shampoo, deodorant, and something else distinctly Dean. Around one in the morning, you wake up and find Dean staring at you.
"What's wrong, Dean?"
"I was just making sure you were still here with me." He says softly.
"Aw, look. Dean cares." You tease.
"Damn straight I care. Who else is this badass of a hunter? And a girl on top of it."
You giggle. "I love you." You say before drifting off back to sleep. You hear him say something back but you don't quite catch it.
Something ruffles your hair lightly.
"Y/N. Wake up baby girl."
"Mmmmm." You groan and roll over. "Five more minutes."
"You're so cute when you're whiny." Dean says. He pulls the blankets off of you, and you sit up right.
"Dean, what are you doing?"
"Waking you up." He says with a grin.
"You know, the bed is much more comfy..." You say returning his grin.
"I'll take your word for it."
You stand up and catch sight if your reflection. Your eye makeup is smeared and your hair is a tangled mess. "Ugh, Dean, I'm hideous." You say.
"No, you're beautiful." He kisses your forehead. "Come on. We gotta go."
"Another case?" He nods.
"Probably just a ghost. We'll knock it out quick." He winks at you before leaving the room. You quickly get dressed and redo your makeup and ponytail.
You grab your bag and head out to the impala. Sammy went back to his old collage for a few days to visit some old friends, so it's just you and Dean for a couple days. No Sam to burst in on your cuddling or conversations. You love Sam like a brother, but it's kind of awkward when he's around. He never got over the crush he had on you after you met. It hurt him when you chose Dean, but Dean told you Sammy hooked up with an old girlfriend, and she might possibly come hunting with you guys. Her family did the same thing as the Winchester's.
Something that has been bothering you since the hunt with the dragon pops into your mind.
"Dean?"
"Yes, Y/N?"
"Remember when we hunted the dragon? He said something weird. That I only have two weeks left? Do you know what he meant?"
You notice Deans knuckles are white from him gripping the steering wheel.
"I don't know what he meant. Dragons predict deaths sometimes, but I will NOT let anything happen to you. I love you." Dean says.
"I love you too, Dean."
"I, uh, called in a friend to help us keep you safe. He is an angel named Castiel. He's gonna protect you for me. I can't lose you." Deans voice is shaky and you squeeze his hand.
You and Dean arrive at the small town plagued with weird occurrences. Many children have been appearing, with no memory of who they are, but are all about five years old. Oddly enough, many adults have been disappearing in the town as well. After talking with some locals, you and Dean learn that there is a new couple in town who are very shy and reclusive. You and Dean head over to their house.
Dean knocks on the door, and a lovely young woman answers it. She looks about twenty five and she has long brown hair. You realize you have seen her before. She's the woman from the bar. The one who you thought was kissing Dean. Gripping Deans arm tightly, you say, "Hi, I'm Layla, this is Edward. We live a couple houses down, and just wanted to introduce ourselves. We uh, wanted to know what you thought of it. The town I mean."
Dean notices you seem nervous and steps in. " My wife is just a little nervous. She's not really very social."
"No problem," says the woman. "I'm not really much of a people person either. I prefer to be around children. they are so much more tolerable." She gives a small laugh that sends chills down your spine. "I'm Lilly, by the way."
"Nice to meet you."
"Would you like to come in? I just baked a pie." Lilly asks.
Deans eyes light up and he trips over the doorway in his eagerness to come inside. You snort with laughter and grab his arm, steadying him.
"Watch it, Grace."
As Lilly leads you to her dining room, you notice that most of her walls are blank, except for a large altar in the living room, hidden partially from view. The house seems relatively normal, and you wonder what supernatural being Lilly could possibly be. You are still nervous since she looks like the siren. You know it can't be her because Sammy killed the evil thing, but you can't shake that memory.
"I hope you like pie." Lilly says, setting a slice in front of each of us. "I love pie. Thanks." Dean says. He begins eating and a look of pure joy crosses his face. "This is heavenly." He mumbles with a full mouth. You pick up a napkin and wipe a big stain of pie away from the corner of his mouth.
"Manners, darling." You say. He glares at you and then suddenly your phone begins to ring. Glancing at it, you realize it's Sammy.
"I'm sorry, I have to take this." You say, leaving the room. You answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Y/N?"
"Sammy. Hi."
"Where are you guys?"
"That little town with the disappearing kids." You whisper. You hear a giggle in the background and ask, "Sammy, who's that?"
"Just a friend. We'll be there in an hour."
"Okay. Bye Sammy."
You walk back into the dining room and find Dean and Lilly laughing and eating pie.
"Sweetie! Lilly is so cool! Like she makes awesome pie and she's funny!" Dean seems to be acting strange, so you decide to use the phone call to your advantage.
"I'm sorry to eat and run, but we have to go, Dean."
"No, it can wait." He says.
"Dean, it's Sammy. He needs help."
Deans eyes widen and he stands up.
"I'm sorry. Next time, we'll invite you over." You smile and grab Deans arm. Racing to the Impala, you turn around only to see Lilly staring at you with a murderous glare. Something doesn't feel right here, and you are determined to find out what.