Hi, guys! A bit of a midnight update, but I just managed to put my hands on my laptop. Not much of a development, but Ben's got a broken leg... Sooo, here you go! Happy reading! :))
I walk into the library, only to find Dean surrounded by half a dozen empty bottles. And he's definitely drunk. I wonder how I don't hear his liver screaming in agony.
It's been like that the last week. Dean grooming over everything, a bottle of booze just a reach away from his hands, deeply contemplating on the news, letting it sink. But I think he's not yet sure of his own feelings about being Ben's biological dad, even less to be able to talk to the kid. Sam's constantly on his laptop, buried in books or running and exercising. To keep himself busy and be sure his mind's off the tablets, Kevin's determined to categorize and rate every single object and file that is to be found in the bunker. And surprisingly classifying is accompanied by chaos and a complete mess. He doesn't let me or anyone else touch or move a thing. And Ben is constantly glum for not being able to hunt and having to delay the Styne problem.
Hunting's hard. But living with... I look at my fingers while I count... four men is definitely harder. The mess is just a given, no matter how hard I try to keep it tidy - books, clothes, dirty dishes, glasses, guns, and papers... I even found the other day dirty sock used as a bookmark... Cleaning after them is a disaster. Cooking, too. No matter how hard I try, every single time they manage to ravage everything eatable for just one meal. It is just a nightmare. I barely sleep, getting up early to prepare them breakfast, then clean around and do the laundry, then a supply run, followed by ironing piles of clothes and then cooking them dinner. I'm like a babysitter stuck with four big babies... It's just exhausting, especially when none of them realizes I can use a hand, or two, or even eight...
I lean on the door-frame, watching for a while Dean. He's got this tortured expression on his face that means he's deep into the self-loathing zone. Face pale, hair tousled, a couple of days scruff on his cheeks, dark circles under his eyes... I shake my head, he needs rest. He pours another one of the golden liquid, his expression dark and deep in thought. And a little bit zoned out. I approach him, putting gently my hands on his shoulders.
"Hi" I quietly say, rubbing gently his shoulders "It's past midnight, why are you still up?"
Dean mumbles something that sounds like some kind of a greeting in the distinguished way of a drunk man talking. He can hold his liquor and that's probably the first time since I know him that I see him so much intoxicated. I sigh, and face him, pulling him up. Dean obediently rises on his feet and I fling his arm over my shoulder to support him.
"C'mon, big boy" I frown as I try to keep him on his feet "Let's get you to bed"
"Yep..." Dean agrees, looking down on me while staggering to his room "You know what? You're awesome"
"Yeah, okay" I huff, as he sways and I do my best to steady him, so we both lean on the wall "Oh, please, a little help..." I whine and guide him slowly down the hall, which only makes him chuckle.
Dean's a huge man and even with my hunter's stamina, I find it hard to get him to his room in his condition. Cursing Sam for not checking on his brother before going to bed, I'm practically dragging Dean... And something in my mind just clicks. Sam's peculiar smiles and all his knowing looks to my reactions, Dean's same phrase he keeps on telling me... The realization strikes me hard and I don't even know how we get to his room. Only when Dean flops down on the bed, I notice we've reached the final destination. With a sigh I remove his shoes, and with some struggle his clothes, leaving him only in T-shirt and boxers. I put a glass of water and pain killers next to the bed, he'll be needing it in the morning.
I'm on halfway of closing the door when I hear his hoarse, tired voice
"Braeden." when I stop surprised that he's even awake, he quietly asks "Stay with me."
And there's no way I could refuse. Not when he's so exhausted and broken and desperate for some kind of comfort. I nod, though I'm not sure if he sees me, and silently take off my clothes. The moment I slip into bed, Dean wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer and hiding his face into my neck. His sigh is relieved and content.
"You're awesome" he mutters groggily.
And for the first time, I really do answer him.
"Yeah, I know. I love you, too."
That's it! That's finally it! I had it up to... Over my head! I can't take this anymore! I'm not doing this ever again... I'm so furious, if I could I was probably going to breathe out fire. Stupid, stupid men! Fucking morons, complete...
"Idjits!" I bark out while looking down to the dirty baking tin that was supposed to contain roast chicken with potatoes... but the bigger problem was that the half-wit who ate all of it and put the empty tin back into the fridge... With a growl, I pull it out, but it slips from my fingers landing on my foot.
"Balls!" I spit in anger, and then look around, my eyes landing on the ladle and a pot on the counter.
I grab them and start hitting one another as loud as I can. The noise is unbearable, but I don't care. In less than thirty seconds all four monkeys are in the kitchen - Sam and Dean with guns in their hands, Kevin holding a baseball bat and Ben standing behind them.
"Braeden," Dean huffs lowering his gun, he's with ruffled hair in his sleeping clothes and pained expression on his face "What the hell, it's eight in the morning?"
"Which one of you, apes, ate the chicken and found it difficult enough to wash the fucking tin?" I ask, my hands on my waist, still holding the pot and the ladle "And just put it back in the fridge?"
They awkwardly glance at each other, then guiltily back at me.
"You know what? I really don't care!" I yell, "I'm up to here with all of you! I'm not your maid! I'm done cleaning the chaos the four of you leave behind! I'm fed up with it all! Cleaning, washing, cooking, ironing... And your thumbs are up your asses while I'm killing myself to keep this place from falling apart. I could've used some help, you morons!" I growl furiously.
The four of them are stunned by my outburst. I caught them by surprise and I intend to take full advantage of that. I know they've never given a second thought about all the housework I've been doing lately. But it's about damn time to change that. Kevin looks a bit scared of me, Ben's completely shocked, Sam and Dean are confused but I can see it all over their faces they're ready to do everything to defuse the ticking bomb they believe I am.
"You better start cleaning, or so help me God," I say dead serious "You can start with that" I throw the ladle and the pot on the floor, the jingling noise echoing around "I'm going to get a nice hot shower. You can call me when you're done. And I mean done with everything. Otherwise don't you even consider talking to me, I'll shoot you in the face"
With that I leave, the four of them with bewildered looks on their faces, while I sing-song under my nose.
"I got a brand new attitude, I'm gonna wear it tonight."
There's a soft knock on the door.
"Yes," I say a bit sharp.
"Whoa," Sam slips into my room "You're still mad."
"No." I sigh "I'm just generally tired..." I push myself up from the bed, putting aside the book I was reading "I was a bitch, wasn't I?"
"Yeah," Sam agrees and sits next to me "But you had pretty good reason." He wraps his gigantic arm around my shoulders, "Sorry for being such pigs."
"Forgiven." I chuckle.
"You should've said something earlier, though..." I arch an eyebrow, "Wait..." Sam hesitates, then closes his eyes in realization, and his face wrinkles when he mutters "The sink... you asked me to fix the kitchen sink. I'll do it right away!" he jumps off the bed but then sees me crossing my arms "You did it yourself, didn't you?"
"Yep, two days ago" I shrug, trying not to laugh at his tormented expression, "But I know that look you had when you came, so... What's the word?"
"I found a case."
"Thank God!" I exclaim in enthusiasm and he arches his brows, "One more day cleaning after all of you and I was going to shoot you all." I explain while throwing clothes and weapons in my duffel.
Sam shakes his head but is smart enough to keep it quiet. With a smile, he heads to the door, and then suddenly stops giving the impression a thought has just crossed his mind. But I know him too well, he's my best friend after all.
"Uhm... Have you talked to Dean?" Sam casually inquires
"Why?" I try to act all innocent, two can play the game.
"He's been acting strange all morning. It's just so not..." Sam shrugs "I thought it might be something you said."
"Well," I make a face, thinking of the last words we said to each other the night before "It actually might be so."
"Did you fight or something?" Sam's really concerned now and I chuckle, shaking my head.
"No, no. We didn't. I... Uhm, I just said it back."
"Said what back?" he blinks in confusion.
"That he's awesome, too" I shrug, taking my bag and heading to the door "But I used the big word."
"The big word? Wh..." Sam stares at me in complete frustration while I go past him, heading to the garage; I've made only a step or two when he exclaims behind me "You told him you love him?!"
"Yep," I say without turning back "It's the truth. Now get your ass here and let's go gank some monsters" this time I turn my head to ask, "Where are we actually going?".
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