Someone asked me if I can make this M-rated. Guys, I was extremely uncomfortable even writing the first paragraph and spent like twenty minutes working on it, yet it still sucks. I don't think I could do real hardcore porn. But thanks for your interest, I guess? This chapter is a little bit short in my opinion, but it needed to be done. (Mostly, I just WANTED it to be done.)
"Cas," Dean moaned against Cas's lips. His hands travelled up and down the angel's bare back, scratching and leaving marks. Cas groaned and bit Dean's lower lip. Soon the nibbling and gentle kisses changed into a battle for dominance (which Dean honestly didn't even try to win), colliding of teeth, and exploring every corner of each other's mouth. Dean gasped as Cas left a trail of hot kisses on his neck and collarbone, moving lower and lower…
Dean's eyes flew open. His forehead was covered in sweat, and needless to say, he felt very uncomfortable. Stupid hormones doing stupid things to my already stupid brain, inserting stupid dreams in my stupid subconscious. Everything is so stupid. He glanced at the clock next to his bed. 7:06 AM. The red digits glared at him as to remind him of something important. Dean rubbed the sleep off his eyes and sat on the edge of his bed. He picked up a shirt from the floor and a pair of jeans, ready to head to the bathroom when realization hit him. Lilly's first day of school!
Dean sprinted towards Lilly's temporary room, knocking furiously. "Lilly," he shout-whispered. "Lilly, wake up!" Refusing to waste more time, he opened the door. There was nothing unusual about the (now disgustingly and colorfully decorated) room except one thing: lack of Lilly.
The hunter inspected every single corned of the small room (even under the bed), but Lilly was nowhere to be found. He finally gave up on the room and continued the search for Lilly in the living room.
Just then, the bathroom door cracked open a little bit, revealing only Lilly's blonde head. "Dean, we have a problem," she hissed.
Dean mentally thanked Heavens (how ironic) that his daughter finally appeared and made a bee-line towards her. He raised his eyebrows in order to let her continue.
"A… girl problem," she pronounced carefully with her eyes open wide.
Dean nodded, mouthing a little "oh" meaningfully. After a moment of silence, he narrowed his eyes, not catching Lilly's drift. "What?"
"Um, well, I hoped we would never have this conversation." She examined the loose thread on her shirt. "I- I kind of got my period and I'm all out of… you know, things."
"What?" Dean barked. "What the hell am I supposed to do now? Can't you just use toilet paper or make yourself a diaper?"
Lilly shot him the deadliest of death glares. "My vagina is crying tears of blood right now and it has no Kleenex, I really don't have time for your bullshit. Do I look like a fucking savage to you, Dean?"
He gulped and shook his head.
"Exactly. So now you'll have to go to the drug store – it's not that far away – and get me some, y'know," she lowered her voice, "Kleenex for the bloody tears."
Dean's face expression changed about ten times before it froze on one of utter horror. "Right." He nodded briskly and repeated, "right." He turned around, grabbed the keys to his Baby and jogged to the door. "Okay, I can do this. It's a simple task. Yeah. Right."
"Dean!" Lilly exclaimed. "You might want to put on some pants first."
He followed Lilly's gaze and found his bare legs and plain black boxer briefs. "Right!"
XXX
Dean scrutinized the hundreds and hundreds of colorful boxes and plastic bags. Lilly didn't specify what exactly she wanted. What did Dean know about periods? He's never had a sister, a steady girlfriend, or- wait, did he? He tried to remember everything he knew about ladies' hygiene products, but nothing came to his mind. He was surrounded by all kinds of absorbent sticks and he had absolutely no idea what to do.
You can do this, Dean. He grabbed a black box of something that claimed it was "leak-proof" and hoped it would do. However, after reading the information and finding out that whatever the box contained, it was maxi, he laid the box down. Lilly's petite body definitely didn't need anything maxi. How much blood could a girl produce anyway?
Finally, he gave up and dialed Lilly's cellphone. He disappointed himself – he had no problem with killing monsters and stopping an apocalypse, but a girl on her period was too much to handle?
While the phone rang, an older lady in a hideous blue blouse raised an eyebrow at Dean and shook her head disapprovingly. The only thing that you should shake your head at is your fashion taste, woman.
"Hello?" Lilly's voice echoed in the phone.
Dean rubbed his eyes. "Lilly, there's too many. I don't know what to do. You didn't give me any specific details. I'm freaking out and this lady is staring at me and probably wondering what kind of pervert I am. I just can't—"
"Dean! Breathe, man. Just grab a pack of medium sized pads, okay?"
Dean scanned the boxes in front of him.
"Why not tampons?" he inquired as he closely examined one of the boxes he just grasped.
Lilly sighed melodramatically. "I'm a virgin. Do you know how uncomfortable that would be? Imagine someone stuffing a stick up your ass." She paused. "Well, you probably know how that feels."
"Yeah, okay," Dean moved to the pads section. "Wait what?!"
"Nothing, just buy the pads. See you at home."
"Wait! Wait! Wings or no wings?"
"Wings. Always wings," Lilly snapped before she hung up.
Dean smiled to himself. Wings. Always wings. He wondered what would Cas think if he knew that Dean just associated him with something that human girls bleed on.
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Sammy's laughter began to annoy Dean approximately twenty minutes ago. Maybe he should have kept the story to himself. When Sam woke up and found Lilly and Dean still in the Batcave, he demanded to know why Lilly was late the first day of school. Dean had promised to explain what happened when he came back. Now he wished he would never try to justify this morning.
Sam tried to hold in his laughter, but lost it when Dean described the at least hundred years old cashier with a humongous mustache and thick glasses, who kindly informed Dean that "buying necessities for yourself is nothing to be ashamed of." No matter how hard Dean attempted to explain to him that he didn't possess a vagina, and therefore those pads couldn't have been his, the cashier only gave him a pitiful look and pinched his cheek, remarking that Dean was a beautiful young lady and one day he would be comfortable with the present he's been given from mother Nature.
Replaying the whole event in his head, Dean had to admit it was pretty funny.
Cas probably didn't understand what Dean and Sam talked about, and so he focused on the TV show that Dean remembered watching with Lilly the other day. Lilly apparently adored the show about an uncoordinated giraffe with a bowtie that travelled in a phone (?) box. (Lilly later informed him that it was called a TARDIS. Plot twist: it was bigger on the inside or something; Dean honestly couldn't care less.)
Dean forgot that he was intently ogling Cas until Sammy coughed awkwardly. He spotted Cas returning the stare in that confused way only he could pull off. The older hunter snapped out of his trance and chuckled nervously when Sam smirked knowingly. Dean wanted to tell his brother that it wasn't what it looked like, but what could he say? No, Sammy, this time I didn't imagine making out with him because the teenage hormones are taking over my brain. Although I did have a pretty interesting dream this morning. Hmm, sounded about right.
Sam seemed to read Dean's mind, yet he didn't push him to talk about his "feelings" or anything dumb like that. (Bless his precious little soul.) Instead he plopped on the couch next to Cas and picked up a conversation about the dorky show he was watching. (Seriously, what was wrong with his geeky family?)
Dean was about to leave to buy some pie when the phone in his pocket vibrated. Alarmed that it might be Lilly having some trouble (you never know), he pressed the receiving button without checking for the caller ID.
"Yeah?"
"Hello? Dean?" a male voice responded.
Dean frowned. Not many people had his number. "Yes, who is this?"
"Your voice is really weird, man. Um, this is Kevin. This is really urgent. I think I know what the third trial is."
At first, Kevin's words only confused Dean. He didn't know any Kevin. And why the hell would he tell him about some trials? Was this a prank call?
"Listen there, Kevin," Dean said harshly, "I don't think—"
In that moment, Castiel snatched the phone from Dean's hands. He threw his arms in the air furiously and flicked Dean's forehead. "Are you stupid?! It's Kevin, the prophet!"
Suddenly, Dean's breath caught in his throat. He had only limited memories, but he remembered now. Kevin, the poor kid who got involved in this crap. The kid who was chosen by the Lord. The kid who's life was ruined in less than one year. The kid who was…
"But Kevin's dead!" Dean protested. "We saw it! Right, Sam? We saw the video."
Sam took the phone from Cas and put it on speaker. "Kevin?"
"Who's that? What's going on with you, people?"
"It's him!" Sam beamed. "Kevin, hey! It's me, Sam! We thought you were dead, buddy. What happened to you?"
After a moment of silence, Kevin hesitated, "Sam? You sound squeaky. Are you sure that- okay, it doesn't matter. I'm not dead and I know what the third trial is. I need you to come here, guys."
Dean rubbed his eyes. "Look, we are in a little situation here. Is there any way that you could come to us? We told you about the Batcave, right?"
The three teenagers standing around the phone met silence again. All that could be heard were Kevin's shallow, rapid breaths. For a second, Sam assumed that Kevin had a panic attack.
Castiel bit his lip in anticipation, something he appeared to do very often lately. (Not that Dean has been observing.) "Kevin?" his voice trembled.
"I'll need the coordinates."
So. Yeah. Kevin. Yaaaay! (I really like Kevin, guys.) And Dean's becoming self-aware. I don't even know if that's a good or bad thing, but we'll see. So leave your reviews and let me know what you think!