The sounds of Riley's laughter traveled up the bunker's hallway as he made his way towards the kitchen. He heard his brother groan from somewhere deep in his chest and Sam paused.
Please be fully clothed, he thought to himself.
It was just after five on the morning and the pair had awoken him, their voices bouncing off the tiled hallway. Taking a deep breath, Sam cleared his throat loudly as he shuffled into the kitchen doorway in his slippers and pajamas.
Riley was at the stove, poking at something in the cast iron pan with a metal spatula. She turned and offered Sam a sleepy smile. Dean was standing behind her, leaning against the countertop, watching her cook. He grinned at his brother for a second before turning his attention back to his girlfriend.
"Morning Sammy." Riley smiled warmly at the other man in her life. "Coffee's fresh." He nodded and noted that they were in the same clothing from yesterday.
"Why the hell are you two up so damn early?" His hazel eyes took inventory of the items on the kitchen table as he moved to the coffee station; a box of some marshmallow laden, tooth-rotting cereal, two cereal bowls and spoons, a deck of cards, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey, Riley's flannel tossed over the seat and some little generic plastic toy that presumably came from the aforementioned cereal box.
"Up late, you mean." Dean moved to put a couple slices of bread into the toaster and turned to his brother to see him pouring a mug of coffee before taking a careful sip.
"Wow." Sam carried his mug to the table and sat down. "You guys are gonna feel like shit today."
"That's what the coffee is for." Riley swatted at her boyfriend as he pulled her in for a kiss. "I don't wanna overcook these, babe." Dean pouted as she pressed a hand to his chest, moving him back. Riley turned off the heat before plating up the six eggs she'd cooked and carried a plate to Sam and Dean followed, a piece of bacon in his mouth. She set the plate down after shoving aside some of the items that littered the table.
Dean sat across from his brother and Riley returned to bring her own plate, a plate of bacon and three forks over to them. The toast popped up just then and she moved to grab the toast for them.
"How come you're up so early?" Sam repeated his question.
Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Sam, making the younger man roll his eyes. Riley pointed a fork at her boyfriend warningly before turning her attention back to her plate of food.
"We're going out to see Margie today." He didn't answer his brother right away. "We were up talking and stuff. Ate some junk, drank some..."
"Oh yeah?" The part about Margie peaked his interest.
"I called her yesterday to check in on her and she told us to come." That made Sam smile. "You gonna come with us, Sammy?"
"You guys go. I'll be fine here." He glanced down at the newspaper that lay folded on the tabletop. "You gonna stay overnight?"
"Yeah, she insisted." Dean shoveled some more eggs in his mouth and groaned, closing his eyes. "God, I love you, Ry."
"Yeah you do... three times a day." She sighed playfully, winking at Sam from where he sat across from his brother.
Sam held up a hand. "Guys... seriously. Get a room." They both looked over at him, feigning shock before bursting into sleepy giggles.
"Breakfast, lunch and dinner." Dean winked at his brother, who shook his head at their antics.
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The seven hour drive had the pair pulling into the small town where Margie lived around four in the afternoon. "Wonder if she's making dinner." Dean mused innocently and Riley laughed softly from the passenger seat, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.
"You know she is." They pulled in the familiar driveway and Margie was sitting on her front porch in one of the rocking chairs. She waved, making them both smile as Dean shifted into park. They got out with their overnight bags and she came down the front steps, hugging them both tightly. "Its so good to see you, Margie."
"You both too." Margie planted a kiss on Dean's cheek. "Come on in... I hope you brought your appetites." Dean grinned like a Cheshire cat and the two women laughed out loud before heading inside the quaint home where they slipped off their shoes inside the front door.
The pair set the table while Margie pulled out the roasting pan from the oven to set on top of the stove. She pulled a large serving spoon from the drawer. Everything looked amazing and Dean watched as the two ladies filled their plates first before they all sat down at the kitchen table.
Dinner was pot roast with potatoes and carrots and dessert was fresh apple cobbler. The two women chatted after they'd finished their plates while Dean ate to his heart's content. "How's Sam doing?" Margie pushed her plate back a bit.
"He's real good. He sends his love." Riley got up to clear dishes and Margie saw her shoot Dean a look before he got up to help. "He's dating some girl a little... someone he met at the bookstore." The older woman didn't protest as she watched them work together to wash and dry the dishes and put the leftovers away into her refrigerator before Dean sat back down across from her.
"That's what he says." Dean chided. "I bet he met her at some cutesy coffee shop... y'know, like that one we always get our good coffee from." He paused. "I brought you some of that coffee, by the way, Margie."
Margie grinned when she saw Riley consider that as she hung the damp dish towel on the oven door handle. "I'll bet she made the first move." That made Dean laugh out loud. "And thank you. That coffee was lovely last time you came."
Riley opened the cabinet next to the sink and pulled down the can of coffee to start a pot. "We got you a flavored one this time to try." She counted out six scoops and filled the reservoir with water from the tap accordingly. "Are we going to your church for Sunday service tomorrow?" The young woman asked and that made Margie smile brightly.
"I would be proud to take you two with me." She turned to Dean. "There's a chili cook off afterwards, Dean." His eyes got wide and they both giggled.
"You can count on it." His smile made his eyes twinkle as he looked to Riley for her teasing wink at his seemingly insatiable appetite."You wanna take a ride around town?" He looked back over at Margie; her memories of the impala were special and she never turned down a chance to relive her youth.
Riley turned the setting on the coffee maker to brew. "We can let this stay on the warmer and come back for your famous cobbler..."
"I would love that." Margie murmured and Dean grinned, remembering his promise to let her take Baby for a spin after everything went down with the Mark of Cain and what the pair had been through.
Two minutes later, the fresh smell of strong french roast coffee wafted through the air as the trio headed out the side door off the kitchen to the impala waiting for them in the driveway. Dean tossed Margie the keys and she caught them, her eyes wide. "Really?"
"Absolutely." He opened the driver's side door for the older woman and she slid inside. Riley was leaning her forearms on the top of the car and he winked at her before he got in the backseat. She got into the front next to Margie and the engine roared to life. "I will never get tired of hearing that sound."
"You and me both, Margie." Dean murmured. They pulled out and headed down the main street. There weren't many stoplights in the small town and she'd planned on taking that street through town, turn Baby around and head back to the house for coffee and cobbler.
Metallica came through the speakers when Margie turned on the radio and she turned the station to some older music that Riley and Dean presumed was from her youth. The windows were down and let the afternoon breeze in.
The impala went through the third intersection and no one in the car saw the pickup run the red light to their left as they did so.
The sickening crunch of metal made Dean's stomach turn before everything went black.
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Hey y'all!
I am so sad this will be the last season of Supernatural and I am both looking forward to and dreading the season 15 premier tomorrow night.
This story is how I think things would end if I had any control over it. Not sure how long this is actually going to be, but I've written the first few chapters already. If you haven't read Zemblanity, I highly suggest you do so because a ton of this isn't going to make any sense as there are characters and situations I'm going to reference.
Have a wonderful week and reviews are love!
CitrineMama