'There's someone…in…my…bed.' You felt warm breath gently rustling your hair, then traveling down the back of your neck leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin behind it.
Opening your eyes, everything from early that morning came rushing back to you. Entangled with both the bed sheet and Dean, you could feel his bare chest rising up and down against your shoulders. Realizing your hand was in enclosed in his, fingers interlaced, a tired smile awoke on your lips; sending a warmth to your cheeks, and you felt them turning rosy red.
'Wow…so this is how it feels to wake up with someone.'
Quietly you tried to roll your body over to face him, trying not to wake him-it was odd to you, but you so badly wanted to look at him. You'd never seen him completely peaceful, and it drove your motive even more.
As you rolled your body toward him you were reminded that you both were still naked. You modestly held the bed sheet to your chest, as if he hadn't already seen everything underneath it (and more).
Laying your head back down on the pillow as you now faced him, you studied his features. Unlike Dean, you hadn't quite gotten into the habit of stealing glances at him when you thought he wasn't looking. Worried lines creased his face, making him all the more handsome in your eyes. His hair was a mess, tufts of it shooting upward and outward every which way. A smile you could barely tell was there played on his lips as he slept; and the smell of gunpowder and leather was still with him.
And then, to your dismay, he stirred.
A low rumble was stirring in his chest now, starting to wake. You felt his arm lift a little, then drape over your naked hip, pulling you closer to him softly.
'Crap. What if he knows I was staring at him sleep? He's gonna think I'm a creep…'You thought, as your closed your eyes, deciding to stop worrying for once and just enjoy this moment with him. The two of you had been either at odds or pining after each other since you met, and it felt good to just be on even ground with him.
"Mmmm…" A pleasure-filled groan came from Dean as his fingers began making tracks up and down your back.
'My god! That feels incredible…'
You moved closer to him, as if that were possible. "Mmm. Mornin' Princess…" Dean's husky morning voice came just above your forehead.
You smiled again as you lifted your eyes to see him. When he called you princess, it made you melt more and more each time; the familiar butterflies making your insides tense in excitement.
"Morning to you too…" You said, losing the rest of your words when his half-open eyes met yours. They were so green, and you don't think you'd ever seen someone's eyes smile before, but you were certain his were.
Dean's heavy arm lifted once more and came to rest on the side of your face. His thumb brushed small strokes back on forth on your cheek, and you knew you were probably blushing again.
"You are so damn beautiful…" He said, now pushing small strands of your (y/h/c) hair away from your forehead.
"I could say the same about you, Winchester." You said. At that Dean slowly closed the gap between your mouth and his, and you happily reciprocated.
'I could lay here all damn day with him.'
Your kisses were lazy but meaningful, and Dean's free hand now made it's way back down your body-you flinched when his fingers grazed the side of your stomach, making him pull back a little with a comical grin.
"(Y/n), are you ticklish?" He raised his eyebrows at you in humor as your eyes widened. "Ah-no! No-I'm not." Dean's grin never left his face. "We'll see about that-some other time though…" Cutting his own words short, he kissed you again, his fingers now dancing their way to your upper thigh, then just below your ass.
Your kisses grew in intensity unexpectedly, when he gently hoisted your leg over his own, then lured your body further into his by the back of your knee.
As your bodies began writhing together in want again, there was a light knock at your door. You both froze and looked at each other with 'Oh shit, we've been caught' expressions. From behind the door came Sam's nervous voice. "Ah-hem…are-are you guys in there?"
You decided trying to play it off couldn't hurt. "Hey-yeah, I am-what's up?" Emphasis on the 'I'. 'Self high five'.
"Oh. Uh, Dean's not in there? I just wanted to ask him something." Sam said through the door.
"Oh, him! Nope, no he is not." You winced in mental anguish, and turned to Dean who was sarcastically giving you a thumbs up.
"I'll look around then, thanks (y/n)." Sam called as he walked away from the door. You didn't know, but Sam rolled his eyes then shook his head to himself grinning.
You both sighed. 'Whew…close one.'
"Jesus (y/n), it's 3:00 o'clock." Dean rubbed his eyes as he checked the time on his discarded watch on the nightstand beside him.
You giggled a bit. "Well we didn't go to sleep until what-8ish this morning?"
"Shit-yeah you're right. So…coffee?"
You had dressed quickly as Dean had 'snuck' (childish, you knew) out of your room to his, and you made your way to the kitchen to brew some coffee.
Without Dean next to you distracting your train of thought, Crowley crept into your mind…then the Shape Shifter you had killed just months ago, who had practically tried to warn you that you didn't know the extent of what was coming for you. 'There's a price on your head…' You shuddered at the memory of his voice, then at the memory of your machete slicing-
"I didn't realize a coffee pot could be so entertaining." Sam's voice sounded behind you, and you jumped a little and turned to face him. You hadn't realized you'd been staring at the percolating coffee for that long.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You okay? I mean, other than the whole Kind of Hell thing. I know it's a lot." His brows furrowed in concern for you, studying your face as you looked at your bare feet, then back to him.
"No, I mean yes-I'm fine, thanks Sam. I'm just off a little I guess." You forced yourself to smile at him and made a show of visibly shaking off whatever had been plaguing your mind. "But, we do have a lot to talk about. Where's Cas?" You asked him, passing him a mug of steaming coffee.
"Hey thanks. Uh, library actually. Think he found something that could help you." He replied, his eyes tired with bags under them as if he hadn't slept at all.
You picked up the other two mugs of coffee and smiled at Sam again. "Let's get to it, then."
Castiel had in fact found something, the look in his eyes told you so. He asked you and Sam to sit, and asked where Dean was. "I don't know, haven't seen him yet today." Sam replied with a sigh. If he knew, at least he was hiding it well for your sake.
"I was talking to you (y/n)." Cas said, his blue eyes questioning you outright. "Me?" You sputtered over your coffee, practically spitting it back into the mug in your hand; sitting down nervously next to Sam at one of the several tables the wondrous library held. "I haven't seen him, Cas. I'm sure he's still asleep or something. What's the big deal?" 'Hell yes. Answer a question with a question-you got this.'
"Because you're lying, (y/n)." Cas stated matter-of-factly, squinting his eyes at you suspiciously. You opened your mouth to answer him, when Dean rounded the corner into the library, freshly dressed but still towel-drying his hair as he walked.
"Hey, couldn't find you guys-" He eyed the three of you immediately. Sam was practically pulling a muscle in his face as he tried his best not to smile, and Castiel was still looking at you like you'd just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. "What's wrong?" Dean asked, looking to each of you.
"(Y/n) is lying about seeing you today, I don't understand." Dean's shoulders dropped as he plopped down in the chair beside you, and you rolled your shoulders back to ease the tension between them. Dean started to say something when Cas went on. "Is it because you didn't want us to know that you and Dean had intercourse last night?"
This time you did spit your coffee back out.
"Cas! You can't just blurt stuff out like that man, that's private! " Sam scolded him, but not angrily, especially because he was still holding back that sly grin of his own.
"If they didn't want us to know, maybe they shouldn't have been so vocal." Cas replied, reaching for a book across the table as if this were just another plain conversation.
'Kill me. Just kill me right here-I've lived long enough…'
You buried your face in your hands as Dean's hand comfortingly patted your thigh, and you responded by clasping it in yours under the table, and you dared to uncover your beet-red face.
"Okay-change of subject, guys. Uh, tell us what ya found, Cas." Sam said, putting his very best serious face on as you mouthed the words 'thank you' to him.
"It's interesting, to say the least…" The Angel's brows furrowed as he concentrated on the page before him. "Apparently, there is an old spell, more like a ritual-it is said to have the power to reveal hidden or contained magic. It was used regularly by Witches, who mostly used it to hide dark objects, sometimes draw from their power as they needed it…" Your interest had peeked.
"But, would it work on people…?" You asked. 'Would I even want it to…?'
Cas shook his head and licked his lips, not looking away from the book. "It has been used a few times by very powerful witches to control other witches…so yes, I'd say it's possible…" He pointed to something on the page, noting it to himself. "And there's a word here, 'Furorem'…meaning 'Unleash'…" A chill went up your spine.
Sam's eyes narrowed in concentration. "Wait, is that Latin?" Cas nodded.
"Yes it is. But there's more…this explains everything…" His eyes turned to up to you. "This word-when it is used in conjunction with the spell, it is meant to be bound to something, leveraged if you might. So that way the magic, or power, can never be stolen or used by another. It can only be unleashed by whoever the object is bound to. And the word 'Furorem', it acts as a sort of…'switch'. To turn it on and off."
You sat on the edge of your seat. This could be it, this could be your ticket to freedom.
"Son of a bitch." Dean said under his breath. "That's why Crowley wants (y/n). T-To siphon from her, or control the way she uses her power!" He hissed at the revelation as you started biting your nails.
'In other news, my life is way more fucked up than I thought…'
Sam nodded in agreement, looking between the three of you. "That's why the demons didn't kill you when they had you, (y/n)…because they didn't know how to make your powers surface…"
"And that must be why Crowley just now came for me. He finally figured it out." You finished Sam's sentence in a hushed tone, your thoughts racing through your head trying to take it all in.
Dean released an exasperated sigh, squeezing your hand beneath the table calming your nerves. "So…what's next?" He asked Cas.
You interrupted him before he could answer. "We find ourselves an all-powerful Witch, that's what we do."
Dean's head swiveled to look at you with protest in his eyes. "(Y/n), we've gotta think this through-"
You shook your head. "There's no thinking about this for me, Dean. If I'm caught by Crowley with my pants down again, I'm gonna be his fucking puppet for the rest of my god damn life! And who knows who else-or what else knows about this too! I'm not taking any chances." Your words echoed through the library as if you'd just preached a sermon on fire, and they knew you were right.
You rubbed your hands together in thought for a moment, then clapped them together.
"So fuck it. Let's find ourselves a Witch, boys."