Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick,
The one that makes me scream, she said
The one that makes me laugh, she said
Threw her arms around my neck
Show me how you do it and I'll promise you
I'll promise that I'll run away with you, I'll run away with you
"Spinning on that dizzy edge, kissed her face and kissed her head, dreamed off all the different ways I had to make her glow..." Dean's voice carried over the rumble of the Impala's engine, the wind whipping in through the open window, my laughter.
"WHY are you so far away, she said, why won't you ever know, that I'm in love with you, that I'm in love with you," I sang the next lines dramatically, head bopping, my hands resting loosely on the steering wheel, Dean shaking his head, laughter rumbling in his chest.
"I knew you'd come round! I knew it!" The song carried on in the background, filling the car.
"Hey, hey! I never said I like it..."
"You were singing along... you even put on a voice..."
His face turned mock-serious. "There was no voice."
"There was no voice." I mocked, dropping my voice to a deep baritone. "There was a voice."
"Concentrate on the road, Robert Smith, you're driving Baby."
"Ok.. ok!" I bobbed my tongue out. Dean had finally let me behind the wheel of the Impala, and we were cruising along, the back seats piled high with groceries, a twelve-pack, and a couple of cans of white paint.
"You know... I think the paint's really gonna do the trick in my room... don'tcha think?"
"I mean... there's no windows, but sure..."
I slapped him on the knee.
"Whoa, whoa, hands on the wheel sister... maybe you should have bought one of those tacky paintings they had at the back of the store..."
"The one of the Juke Box with all those neon musical notes coming out of it was really something..."
Dean shuddered. "Album artwork... that's what you need."
"Orrrrr..." I turned to look at his face. "Tolkien's original Lord of the Rings illustrations!"
"Orrrr... the Mob Rules album cover!"
I pursed my lips. "No, sweetie. No."
We pulled up outside the bunker, struggling through the heavy door with all our bags. Sam was following up on a call from another hunter, and wasn't due back until tomorrow night.
"We could have made two trips, you know..."
"I'm Dean effin Winchester... I don't make two trips."
It took us a while to unpack all the groceries, and all the while Dean was humming the same song, moving about the kitchen with a little more bounce than usual. I smiled to myself knowing I'd got it in his head.
"You wanna start on the painting?" He asked when we'd finally finished, leaning against the kitchen counter in my favourite plaid, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I moved to stand in front of him, my arms wrapping around his neck, his own snaking round my back.
"I want dinner, and then I want a movie, and then that giant caramel apple pie we bought from the reduced section.."
He dramatically took my hands in his and clasped them to his chest, like something out of a bad rom-com. "Just when I thought you couldn't get more perfect..."
"I know, I know. Dream girl, I get it. Now what's for dinner?"
He pulled me closer to him, our noses touching, and kissed me softly, his hands finding their way to my hair. His lips lingered on mine for a moment, then he pulled away to look at me properly.
"Is this what it's like?"
"What what's like?"
"Apple pie life... domestic bliss?"
"Well, the apple pie goes out of date tomorrow... but I'd say this is about as close as it gets."
He smiled. That crinkly eyed smile, sparkling green, careless stubble framing his mouth. I kissed him again, long and soft, smiling into it. "Let's make dinner."
Rain pattered down on metal rafters, the cold room illuminated by rows of church candles, their melted wax turning them into warped statues. A man stood at a dark, mahogany desk, facing away from the door, finger steepled under his chin.
"The female hunter. Her grace is lost."
A hand slapped down the table, the sound of cracking wood reverberating through the small room. The other man jumps.
"How can this happen?" The man spits, causing the other to recoil.
"I... I don't know, sir... I only just received word now... I-"
The man at the desk hisses, his eyes flashing blue. "I thought you'd do much better than this...much better. She was our best option: strong, smart, beautiful. We find a new subject... you have two days. She better be of the same standard."
"Yes, sir... of course..." The smaller man bowed, backing out the room.
The remaining man sighed. "A perfect example of the necessity of my work..."
The candles flicker out with the click of a finger, the wind howls through broken windows, the man slips through the door and into the dark night.
A/N: So there we go! Angel In Training is complete! Thanks to those who've made it this far, that have commented and favourited! Stay tuned though, because y'all know Sam, Dean and Maya can't catch a break... there'll be more to come... Thank you!