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_Chapter 30_

"House of Memories"

Trinity

Sam looked up at me over the top of his cards, one eyebrow raised. My cheek dimpled as I gave him a mischievous, lopsided grin back, lifting my own eyebrows up and down.

"Here ya go," Dean slid a plate on the table to me. I had never really seen him cook before. I broke eye contact with Sam and looked down at the steaming burger below my nose. I sat my cards face down and picked it up to take a bite. Damn, my boyfriend can cook.

"You made this?" I asked playfully after swallowing.

"I can cook… give me a kitchen and some stuff to make…" he scoffed with a smile and gave me a sideways glance to wink. He stood at the counter and dished both Sam and Cas a plate, then his own and sat down next to me, across from Cas.

"I still don't understand. Why do I have to use profane language if I think you're lying?" Cas squinted at his dealt hand.

"The game's called Bull Shit, Cas," Dean chuckled, "We'll know you're not actually meaning it," he took a bite of his burger.

"Three kings," Sam put three cards in the middle of the table.

"Bull shit," Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother.

Sam got a big smile on his face and nodded at the pile in the center. Dean cautiously turned the top three over. And there were three kings.

"Bitch," Dean grumbled as he picked up all of the cards. But there was a small smile in his lips.

"Jerk," Sam smirked back looking down at his dwindling hand.

…

"We have consumed copious amounts of liquor, haven't we?" Cas blinked as he leaned his elbows on the table, palms under his chin, fingers slightly pulling his skin down making him look exhausted.

"You could say that," I giggled and hiccupped.

"Who's turn is it?" Dean squinted at his cards and blinked a bunch of times, then widened them. It was really funny. He has lots of freckles, I thought. I watched as my hand reached out and poked one of the larger ones on his cheekbone. He just tilted a little sideways and slowly boomeranged back. Boomeranged… is that even a word? I giggled.

"Not yours, that's for sure," Sam chuckled and sat proudly, holding his remaining two cards. "Heh, heh, heh," he laid one down, "One three."

"Bull-"

"Dean, shut up," I giggle again, shoving his arm before he could finish the phrase. "You're already losing."

"Two fours," Dean put down his cards like he was James Bond in Quantum of Solace.

"Four fives," I put two fives, a two, and a six down.

"Bull shit," Cas said, then realized that he was right when he twisted a five around in his fingers to show us with an excited grin.

"Oooooo, Cas cussed," I laughed and the boys joined in.

"But, but, I…" Cas's smile faded and was replaced with his usual confused look.

"It's fine, buddy, she's wasted," Dean held his stomach from laughter.

"Oh, ok," Cas smiled again, letting the alcohol in him fill him with drunken laughter too.

We went around a few more times, Sam got out and won, but we continued. But as the night went on, my eyesight was really wobbly and I kept hiccupping. I looked over at Dean and didn't move my line of vision.

He really was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His hair was cut closely to the side of his head and fluffed up on top. His scruffle was a little more than usual and trimmed nicely. He had done it earlier I think, he looked pretty messy when I first woke up. His freckles were standing out against his soft skin and his eyelashes flipped over and over atop his eyes. His eyes, damn, no matter how many times I looked in them, the bright green always dazzled me. I felt my lips curl into a smile while my chin was resting on my palm.

"Trin? Whatcha lookin' at?" He gave me a sideways glance. I looked at his full lips, the bottom one, pouting a little bit as he pondered at his cards. Son of a bitch he's one sexy man.

All I did in reply was close my eyes tight and stick out my lips in a fishy kiss formation. I waited a second then heard Dean's chair scootch closer. His lips pressed against mine. From what I could feel, he was also making a fishy face and I giggled at the thought. I bonked our foreheads together and laughed. I opened my eyes and we looked into each other's for a second before merging lips again.

We didn't stop until Sam cleared his throat loudly, I think he had been doing it for a while, but I don't know. "Cas is out," he mumbled awkwardly. Dean and I looked over across the table and the angel was passed out on the table.

"I'll get 'im," Dean stood and wobbled, but composed himself. He walked behind me and put an arm under Cas's arms and pushed his fluffy, black feathers out of his own face. As he stood, he sneezed and I laughed. Everything is just so funny. He took Cas down the hall and disappeared around the corner.

Dean

"C'mon, Cas, sit down, yup, right there," Cas and I sat down on the edge of one of the beds and I made sure he was stable before letting go. "How ya feelin'?" I looked over at my best friend.

His face was adorned with this big, cheesy grin and sleepy eyes.

I raised my eyebrows, "What's with the face bud?"

His smiled faded somewhat and turned into a more desperate, caring face, "Trinity…"

"What about her?" I had the worst feeling he was about to tell me something bad.

"She's just… so… pretty," he emphasized those two words with passion.

"She is, isn't she?" I grinned at my knees.

"I've never seen hair so gorgeous…"

I clasped my hand around his back and shoulder, still smiling, picturing her raven hair in my mind.

"And her eyes, dear Father, have you seen them?!" he got all excited and stood quickly, "You have to see them! C'mon," he went to walk, but started to fall back down. I caught him under the armpits and pulled him back onto the bed.

"Yeah, Cas, I've seen 'em. C'mon buddy, take a nap, or whatever you angels do to get over alcohol."

"Angels don't usually indulge in such ample amounts of alcohol," he murmured as he fell against the pillow, muffling the end of his sentence.

Sam

"Trinity, no, you can't go out now…!" I reached after her as she stumbled towards the door. I caught her shirt and she pulled against it, trying to keep walking.

"Saaaammm," she complained and reached behind her back to grasp my hands. "But, I need to go, there's something I need to get. I don't know what it is… But I feel like there's something…" She yanked and with both of our drunken clumsiness, we toppled to the floor, pulling me off my chair.

We huffed as we hit the hard floor, but laughed afterward. She tried to crawl away and I grabbed her pant leg, both of us in an almost slow motion movement because of the alcohol running through us.

"Sammy! Please," she giggled and whined at the same time.

We both paused, realizing, even in our state, what she just called me.

She looked back over her shoulder, and her lips moved, looking for words. "I mean… Sam…"

I smiled though, "If Dean's gonna insist on called me Sammy, and he's my brother, might as well let my sister slip it in then." If I was going to be perfectly honest with her, I would've told her how I had actually been waiting for the day she called me that nickname, a day when she wasn't on her deathbed.

She gave me a gentle smile and then took the opportunity to wiggle her leg out of my grasp. She let out a little crazy laughter as I stumbled up after her. "Trinity!" I chuckled as I yelled after her, bumping into walls and corners. "Wait!" I reached out for her one of her images one more time before losing my balance and falling stomach first to the floor.

Trinity

I heard a loud thump behind me, so I turned around for a moment and saw Sam tummy-down on the floor in the hallway. I tip-toed, pretty over-exaggeratedly, and bent down, almost falling over myself, to push his hair out of his face. He was completely out. His rosy cheek all smooshed up against the floor, drool slightly coming out of the corner of his lips, and a silly, exhausted smile, still partially stuck on his face.

I closed my eyes lightly and felt my eyebrows raise in an almost surprised or blissful way, "Night night, Sammy," I patted his cheek and he didn't move. I gave a sloppy kiss after my pat and struggled to get back on my feet.

I was out the door in the cool night air and thought I heard something. I turned around and stepped back inside with the door still open. I stood for a minute listening. Then all of a sudden I was tackled to the ground. I couldn't help but laugh. Everything was just so funny. I huffed out air as the something was on top of me.

I wrestled with the something letting out giggles here and there and I tried to tickle the something. The something let out a laugh and fell to the side of me. It was so dark, but somehow I found my way on top of the something. I pinned the arms down and nuzzled the neck and kissed, but then bit a little. I straightened my back and squinted trying to see through the dark. But legs came up around me and flipped me over, switching me spots so now I was on bottom.

I think I knew what the something was now. I wish I was on bottom more often. I giggled again and tickled again. Big hands pinned my wrists down and a chuckle sounded beside my ear. We were both pretty breathless and I stopped trying to fight back.

"Easy tiger," Dean's voice played. I could almost see the bright green irises in the dark.

…

We somehow found our way to Dean's bedroom after shutting the door and carrying Sam to his room.

I closed his door behind me and looked around. It was the first time I had been in here, especially considering I've only been really alive again for a little more than twenty four hours… I think…

He had weapons hanging on the grey walls, above a desk with a typewriter and other supplies, as well as above his bed on a shelf with other knick knacks and books. I walked closer to the desk to see a picture, one lonely picture. I lifted it carefully and took it in.

"This is your mom, isn't it? Mary?"

Dean stopped mid-step, and turned to look at me. A mixture of sadness and love on his face. "Yeah. You've never seen that before?" his voice turning surprised.

"No," mine did too as I looked down at it. She was beautiful with long, blonde hair, big, blue eyes with hints of green towards the pupil, and a nicely structured face like Dean. He was definitely her son. "I've never seen a picture of either of your parents." As Dean turned away I looked down at the worn picture. Dean couldn't have been more than four in this and his blonde hair had gotten much darker by now, but those same green eyes were still bright. It was an adorable picture, Mary hugging little Dean from behind, her hair falling over their shoulders, his little-boy smile, showing pure joy being hugged by his mom. And her smile was radiating, she was so happy with this little boy in her arms.

"Really? Wow. Well, that's Mom, and…" he opened a drawer and pulled out an extremely worn, leather journal, it's brown cover scratched and rubbed, and it's contents so full, it was trying to open itself with papers poking out of the sides. He opened it just to the front and four pictures were there. "And that's our dad, John." He handed one to me so I had one in each hand. There was Mary, but an attractive man was leaning in next to her this time. They both had big smiles and looked genuinely happy. He had a scruffy beard that matched his dark hair, and kind eyes that reminded me of Sam's, a mix of browns and greens. These people were no doubt Sam and Dean's mom and dad.

Dean handed me another and it was him, Sam, and Bobby leaning against Baby in the salvage yard we left behind after the whole Allocen thing. The boys weren't really smiling, it almost looked like they were caught off guard by the picture taking and squinting and the sun at the same time. But Bobby had a small smirk standing in between his two adopted sons.

Dean put another in my hand and I smiled at the sight. This was several years before I had met the boys, it had to have been. Their faces were so young, so new, almost untouched by the world we hunters live in. Sam had bangs and his hair was a lot shorter and almost kind of curly. Dean's hair was spiky and he was wearing this leather jacket he had told me about. But the main thing I noticed, was their huge smiles, they were laughing when this was taken. Sam looks like he was laughing hard too, a hand to his stomach.

"How old were you guys here?" I glanced up at Dean then back down.

He took a deep breath, obviously thinking back. "I was probably around twenty five, and Sammy was probably around twenty two," his grin right now was pretty precious.

"What about this famous leather jacket? It looks so good on you."

He just chuckled a little and stood up to cross the room. He kneeled down and pulled an old box out from under the bed and blew dust away. We haven't lived here long, so I could tell he hadn't touched it in a while even before.

"It's too small now, but I keep it. I'm not sure why, I guess I just can't let it go."

He brought it over to me and I smiled holding it. It's leather very worn and soft, the brownish, tan color of it would bring out Dean's eyes if it was on him, I could tell. I pulled it close and sort of hugged it, it smelled like him so much.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one more picture in the old journal. "What's that? Is that… Bobby's?"

Dean lifted the photo and passed it to me. "Yeah," he laughed, "Funny thing… we were talking about you there." He looked at me right now with such kindness and admiration. Looking into the past with it, I saw Sam and Dean at the table that used to be in Bobby's living room, books lining shelves and shelves behind them, chips in a bowl in the center of the table and empty bowls with spoons. Each of them had a bottle of beer and they were looking over Dean's shoulder at something, but laughing again. I wish they would more, it emphasises how truly beautiful these men were.

"Well I'm glad I'm such a funny topic," I joked.

"No, no, not like that," Dean smiled, "I had just telling Bobby about you and some of the things you do and say. This was a while before you had met him, actually I think before you had ever even spoken on the phone. I think it was around the time of that wendigo hunt."

I shouldered him and grinned at the picture again. These let me find out so much more about them, and I loved it. I put the memories back into the margin of the journal and ran my hand over it's cover as I closed it. "What is this?" my eyebrows furrowing. I remembered seeing it from the backseat a few times on hunts, but never really asking about it.

He sighed, "My dad's journal he made." He lifted it and ran his thumb across the pages to flip through them. "That's his handwriting and drawings and clippings," he pointed to passages and sketches and cut outs from newspapers and such. He put it in my hands to let me look through.

"Ew, vetala, those are some nasty things," I passed a page showing attractive women, but they had white eyes with black slits like a lizard and several spike teeth forming malicious smiles. Without thinking I rubbed my neck on the opposite side of Lucifer's handprint. No one except Cas knew, but I had very faint scars of a vetala attack where she sucked my blood. But had saved the young boy she was feeding off of as well when I escaped.

"Sometimes I forget that you were a hunter long before you met us," Dean glanced at me with pride.

"Yeah, I know a little about a lot, sound familiar?" I laughed, "Remember the kobold?" I elbowed him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. The first time we meet and you just so happen to know what it is before us," his wink made me want to melt.

I kept exploring these old pages and saw shifters, wendigos, ghosts, vamps, werewolves, ghouls, changelings, lamia, rugarus, sirens, wraiths, and so much more. I saw a few notes and torn out pages slipped in here and there that didn't match John's handwriting, but I knew them as Sam and Dean's. A couple I saw of theirs were Hellhounds, arachne, familiars, fairies, golems, zombies, djinns, and something called a Jefferson Starship. "What's that?" I pointed to a section in Dean's all-caps handwriting.

"A freaky thing I never want to encounter again."

"Good enough for me." Although I had thought it was some sort of joke.

Towards the back, in John's handwriting, there was a gradual talk of demons. Especially this particular one. As I turned a page slowly, there was a sketch of a man with yellow eyes.

"No…" my voice came out as a mixture of question and disbelief.

"Yeah, that's the one," his tone had become melancholy.

"You've never really told me exactly what happened," I ventured.

He sighed again and rubbed his eyes and looked back at me, "I was four, Sammy was only six months. Azazel," he pointed at the yellowed eyed demon drawing, "had come and fed Sam his blood, for the whole big plan, you know."

"Yeah, I know," I looked down to the floor. The whole big plan the demon had to find the perfect special child and have them open the gate to Hell to let Lilith out to break the sixty six seals that held Lucifer captive in his Cage. Dean had told me that was the first time Sam had died and why he went to Hell after selling his soul to bring him back. Whenever he says the "first time" one of them "died" it always makes me so sad for them. Little did they know that technically Sam is, was… Lucifer's true vessel.

"Well, Mom, walked in on him and so Yellow Eyes killed her."

It was quiet for a moment. He was holding his hands together, rubbing his thumbs. I reached over and gently took them and looked into his eyes to ask for permission. He nodded. Willing our minds to merge, I saw memories flash past. I saw my face, is that really what I look like to him?... I saw Sammy and Cas, Bobby, and everyone special to him, I saw awful things, I saw great things, I saw my bare shoulder, my wings resting beside, my eyes peeking over slowly, seductively at him. Then his life kept passing in reverse, I saw John, Baby, monsters, a time when they had yet to meet a demon or an angel, when things were, for a lack of better words, simple. They were getting younger through the backwards time-lapse. I witnessed Sam's deceased girlfriend, Jess, burning on the ceiling, only briefly, but my breath sucked in. I saw Dean in the passenger seat of the Impala, John driving, Sam nowhere to be seen. I saw John and Sam yelling at each other, then Sam with a pained expression talking calmly, yet sadly to his brother, tears hiding behind his eyes. This had to have been when he was leaving for Stanford. He wanted to leave, have a normal life, but he was still leaving his big brother that had always cared for him. Scenes of young Sam and Dean hunting with their father, of the two of them alone in cheap motel rooms, bickering over cereal, I saw Sam give Dean the Samulet when Sam was probably still in the single-digit ages.

And then there it was. There was so much light, so much heat. John yelling at little Dean to get out of the house and take Sam with him. I sort of paused the flashback, and with an angel ability, I bent the memory to my advantage and placed myself there, entering the burning room. Looking up, there was Mary, in a white nightgown, a slash along her stomach, pinned to the ceiling, fire roaring around her. John reaching in the crib to get baby Sam out and pass him to Dean.

I let go of Dean's hand, breathless. I didn't know what to say, I'm sorry, didn't sound right. So I pulled him close and just hugged him.

"I had never seen it that way before," his voice barely above a whisper, hands clutching my back below my wings.

I pulled away to look at his glassy eyes. It hadn't occurred to me that he hadn't really ever seen that scene, only when it had happened to Jess. "Oh Dean, I didn't-" now was the time, "I'm so sorry, that's all my fault," I pulled him to me again, running my fingers through his hair. I felt a wet spot on my shoulder and turned my head to kiss his salty cheek.

"I'm always gonna be here for you," I whispered to his ear, squeezing my eyes shut, running my fingers across the vulnerable indent at the base of his skull, then through his soft hair.

He pulled back and looked at me hard. His bottom lip protruded a little as he stared. His big hand came up slowly, yet forcefully, to my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. The tear that had fallen left a cold line down his cheek and I could taste the saltiness of it on his lip.

When we parted, he touched his forehead to mine softly. Rubbing side to side slightly, he move my hands to put the journal down and he herded me to his bed, keeping a hold of my hands and kissing my cheek and jaw line along the way. He let go right before I could sit down and he sat first.

To lighten the mood, he smoothed his hand down across the soft looking sheets, "Memory foam… it remembers me," he winked with a devilish smile that made my heart melt. All I could think at that was, how could something not remember having Dean Winchester on top of it.

I giggled and ran the last little bit over to him, tackling him to the bed. With the bit of drunkenness still left in us, we both shook our heads dizzily, but recovered. I kissed all over his face and he snuggled my neck with his scruffy cheek. His hands slid down my sides and mine slid into his hair. His skin was electric under my touch, shocking me as I kissed it, but my God was it worth the pain.

As the heat between us increased, the amount of our clothing decreased. But as Dean went to pull my shirt up and over my head, it got stuck. At first I laughed, but he was having trouble getting it off. It became incredibly dark and the new sweat on my face made me feel cold and wet. And with the alcohol inside of me, things morphed, my imagination ran wild.

"Dean… Dean?" my voice came out sounding panicked.

"Hey, Trin, Trin, it's okay, hey, calm down," he gripped my arm with one hand and helped guide the shirt over my hair and off my head. As soon as it was off I blinked and saw his worried eyes and tried to calm my breathing. He pulled me into his bare chest and I could hear his heartbeat.

"What was that?"

"I… I don't know," it was like a panic attack, "I saw Limbo…"

"Oh," his voice dropped. "Okay, hey look," he pulled my shoulders back to look at me with a caring, yet idealistic tone and rubbed the backs of his fingers down my cheek, "How about, whenever that happens, or whenever you need reassurance for anything…" he grabbed my hand and guided it to his warm chest, flattening it out above his heart and placing his over mine. "Listen to my heartbeat, or if I'm not around," he switched our hands to be over my beating heart, "yours, or Sam's, or Cas'."

My breathing was regulated and I lifted my other hand to his heart once more and he covered it with his again, so we were connected in a loop of arms, hearts, and hands. I closed my eyes and listened, letting the thumping that a normal human can't hear, echo through my head.

When I opened my eyes again, Dean was looking at me with a small smile, but worry in his eyes. I quickly hugged him and squeezed tight, "I love you." He returned the favor and kissed the side of my head.

_Author's Song Note_

"The End of All Things" by Panic! at the Disco

Within the next moments, we fell to the flannel sheets and his fingers tugged on my hair as we slightly sunk into the comfy mattress. I had missed the way this felt for song long. His body matching mine, our heat searing each other's skin. The feeling of someone that I love, touching me with care and protection instead of violence and insanity.

But even this was different. As our hands ventured over each other's bodies once more and our lips explored each other's mouths, it was the most passionate we'd ever been. Don't get me wrong, our first time, and many others, were very intimate and special, but there was just something new and almost desperate about this time. I pulled on his hair ever so slightly, emitting a soft groan from his throat, he rubbed circles around the base of my wings making my back arch inward a bit. He moved one of his hands down to my waist and I could feel his fingertips pressing into my skin, his thumb massaging my hip bone.

We sat up and I straddled his thighs and wrapped my ankles around his back. I dug my nose into his neck and our hot breath fell on one another's shoulders. I gripped one of his biceps and felt the hard muscle underneath the soft skin. He had gained more muscle since I had met him, but still had the adorable little tummy I loved. I ran my long fingers down his chest across his stomach and pressed for a moment when my breath got caught in my chest, to feel abs beneath.

His fingertips pressed into my spine and he hugged me tight, almost squeezing the breath out of my lungs. I threw my head back and his soft lips automatically found their way to my clavicle and kissed sweetly. He slowly tilted his own head back to let his plump lips trail upwards toward my chin, his breath making the hair stand up on my skin. His hands traveled up my bare back to rub in between my shoulder blades, making my wings shiver with pleasure. I felt him smile against my throat, but keep kissing. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he pulled us slowly back down to the pillow, never stopping the kisses. My sweaty back was against the fabric and my wings were sticking off the edges of the bed in full, relaxed wingspan.

He arched his back and slowly slid down my body. His mouth tantalizingly pressing against me, my neck, my shoulders, my chest, my ribs, my stomach, he let his lips graze down beneath my belly button, then his hands gripped my hips and pressed into them. His lips continued to osculate against my hips and my inner thighs and my wings stretched as my head pressed back against the fluffy pillow and I got a grip on the sheets with one hand and my other wrapped around his trimmed hair. The warmth of his breath, his lips, his essence, made my breathing momentarily stop, my jaw drop, and my spine curve. My toes curled and I brought one foot up to slide it against his hips. The sensitivity he was bringing out between my thighs made my fingers grip tightly around the fabric and his hair by command of my nerves that I had no control of.

When we had switched positions, I was on my knees and forearms. He slid his hands up my back, wrapping around my sides and meeting the front of my body. I felt his arm muscles contract against the sides of my ribs as he slowly and passionately moved us forward and back. I felt his stomach against the small of my back, his lips going between the center of my neck, to my cheek. There was no possible way for us to be any closer.

He buried his face into my wild hair and pushing through it to reach the sensitive side of my neck under my ear. His kisses ignited on my skin and burned through my body. He nibbled the tiniest bit on my ear and it sent chills across my skin. He whispered my name breathlessly and softly over and over.

His hips came in contact with me again and again and I felt that bubbly sensation roll through my entire body and make my nerves convulse. I gasped and then Dean followed. I felt his cheek that was pressed against my shoulder contract, his eyes squeezing shut causing the eye crinkles to appear and his long eyelashes to tickle me. He clenched his jaw and then let it loose again along with a loud sigh. His fingers tightened on my skin, and he curved his body even more to match mine.

I flipped over and he placed one hand beside my head and the other rubbed my side and stomach. I watched his face, I watched his chest heave, I watched his waist that was lined by my thighs, bend over and over. I pulled his face down to me so I could cage his lips with mine, so I could press our foreheads together like we always do, so I could cup his cheek and let him know we belong to one another.

The way this time was different though? It felt like the first time we've truly made love.

A little while later, we were back to where I was wrapped around him, but now we were just sitting there, I had my cheek resting on his pec, my fingers toying with the deep curve of his lower back. Just smiling and breathing, he was playing with my curls and I could feel his lips curled up in a smile too with his chin resting atop my head.

His hand turned my own chin up to his face to plant a soft kiss on my lips. As we kissed, his fingers trailed down my neck and fell across the raised bumps of the Mark Lucifer left me. He gently pulled his mouth away and slowly opened his eyes to look down at it.

He looked into my eyes and then softly placed his own hand over top of it. It was probably my imagination, but the handprint then suddenly felt warmer, and not as harsh and cold and foreign on my skin. I looked at him and he had a pained expression. I took his face his my hands, "It's okay, Dean. It's in the past. Now we just have to keep fighting for the future," slightly shrugging, I gave him another kiss. I don't know how much I actually believed what I just said, but I couldn't escape the aura of guilt he was putting off, and had to try to fix it somehow.

"I know, but still…" he gave a weak smile.

"But still nothing, we can try to forget, I'll always have this Mark, but you know what, I'll alway have this one too," I grabbed his hand and pushed it against my left bicep where Gabriel's handprint rest. "This'll help me know we're here," I touched his heart, "And this will help you know I'm here," I patted his hand over my arm.

We laid back down and throughout the night, came across each other's scars of all sorts. After my handprints, he touched my cheek where the scar the gorgon left me as well as the one he himself left me from the barn, in which I could still see and sense the regret and remorse he withheld, were placed. He went on to the thin, almost invisible line across my throat, the marks on the back of my neck from Asmodeus, he ran his hands over my shoulders to feel the raised skin where the tops of the burnt wings on my back are. He always reminds me of how much he loves them, he says he kind of imagines them as tattoos so they don't have a bad reputation behind them. He also says he finds them extremely hot. That always makes me feel better and I end up smiling. He continued to find countless scars from years of hunting and fighting. He found the one from when he stabbed me when I was about to murder Bobby, as well as the one that My Blade had left me one of the more vicious of the scars. The skin forever slightly red and the wound spot itself more jagged and ugly, not ever fully healed, looking almost like a burn. Among others, there were the rake marks of a werewolf's claws on my ribs, a bite on the other side of my neck from a vamp as well as the one from the vetala. The two circular scars from when the gorgon tried to bite me were still there too. Along with other random scars from fights with ghosts, ghouls, wendigos, demons, and various other things that we've fought as a team or from when I was on my own. There are other ones we laughed about from my telling of stories of clumsy things I've done, like burning myself making Ramen noodles, running into corners, and cutting myself somehow, probably chopping up food. To hear his laugh made me smile because I could physically feel the joy he had with me being here with him, home.

Then it was his turn. I traced my fingers over the handprint Cas left him on his right, upper bicep. He told me a few little things he never had before, like hearing Cas' voice for the first time and how the angelic sound broke the glass around him. I listened intently as the stories we were telling each other were making us even closer than before, if that was even possible. He told me about the Enochian scripted on his ribs, and Sam's too, that Cas had put there. I ran the tip of my index finger over his many scars from hunting, and he had many. I would ask about some that stood out, he'd tell me stories, sometime emitting a chuckle, like the time Sam thought he was a shifter so he knocked him out and left a little white scar above his eyebrow. But sometimes an expression making him look… gone, would make itself present, like when he spoke of the time that seemed so long ago when a demon-possessed truck driver crashed into the Impala, sending the boys and John to the hospital. How that was when he was on Death's door for the first time and how John made a deal with Yellow Eyes to save his son and take his own life. But then I'd brush his jawline with the back of my fingers to bring him back. I asked about the extremely faint, white scratches all over his chest that looked like claw marks. He explained how that was from when he was taken to the Pit by the Hellhound. To change the subject, I drew over his anti-possession tattoo on his chest and he smiled at me.

"We should go get you one."

"What? No," I laughed it off dismissively, "I don't need one." Truth is, I just really hate needles.

"Sure ya do, just cause you're a partial demon doesn't mean you can't be possessed. And I'd rather not take the chance," he winked at me. He looked at my nervous expression I was trying to hide. "Don't tell me, you of all people, are afraid of… needles?" he gave me a squinty grin.

"You also didn't think I was afraid of the dark," I sheepishly grinned.

"Well, this is important, I'll be right there, and I think I'm gonna have Cas join. I don't even know if an angel could be possessed…" he thought for a moment, "But eh, why not," he smiled and I couldn't help but smile back.

And then the one I had been avoiding most. The burnt wings marks across his chest and thighs. Unlike a regular burn, this was like a third-degree scar. It was slightly raised and a blushy red, it still looked somewhat sore and I knew one wrong rub or scratch would still hurt like crazy. I felt my eyebrows furrow in pain and guilt. Placing my hand gingerly on top of it and feeling the warmth of his skin, I pulled my pinky and thumb away to leave my three to heal. It began to glow and we both looked down at it, but nothing changed. Sometimes this bond was a bit of an annoyance.

"Trin, it's okay."

"But it's not," my voice came out as a sort of criticising laugh. "How is this okay?"

"Because you're here now, I've said that, you've said that. All this is now is a reminder of how important you are to me and how special you are as a person."

Person was stretching it, but I knew what he meant. I gently kissed the pink mark and let my fingertips brush it as they moved to play with his hair quietly. But out of the corner of my eye, something I asked myself, how had I not noticed before, caught my attention.

"What is this?" A playful smirk snuck onto my face. I reached down and grabbed his wrist. Lifting it up to our line of sight, I took in the black ink above the veins on his inner wrist.

"It's, uh, I… I got it a few days ago. I've kept it a secret, Sam still doesn't know." My smirk turned into a taunting smile.

He was about to explain it when I cut him off, "I know why you got it. No matter the reason, I like it," I winked. I brushed my thumb across the simple Eye of Horus tattoo he had recently adorned. I could tell and guess he got it done either in some sort of memory, or hope for me, or maybe just to feel closer to me when I wasn't here, even if he thought the power of the protection of the symbol would actually work.

I guess it kind of did.

We changed the topic a few more times, between more stories and random things. He let me play with his soft blonde hair while his thumb softly rubbed my shoulder. It was such a normal thing for us to do, we almost didn't notice what each was doing.

A few more funny stories were told and we were laughing together there, completely vulnerable under the sheets. I was laughing so hard at this point a few tears lined my eyes. As I squinted them open, I saw Dean's face transform from laughter and happiness to sadness. He was looking behind me. He was looking at my wings.

I twisted my head around wondering what he was looking at. Then I noticed what was bothering him. I hadn't really noticed since I came topside, but the light behind my back made them stand out. There were streams of the hazy light shining through the four holes stabbed and burnt through my wings. I looked a moment longer and then turned back to Dean.

"Don't worry about those. I can fly just fine with them. I mean, I'm still hoping they'll close up and all, like an old piercing or like a scarring wound or-"

"Trin… you're babbling."

"Sorry, it's just, you know, I want to focus on the future… our future."

That made his expression soften and his lips twitch up a little.

Okay… a lot.

…

Sam

I woke up to the smell of food being cooked. It smelled like scrambling eggs, bacon, and… pancakes?

I stood up and sat heavily back down on the bed. I thought to myself trying to think of how I got here, and vaguely remember trying to stop Trinity from leaving and then being covered up by her and my brother. I slowly got up this time and headed toward the kitchen.

Walking in, the first thing I see is a small vase with several wildflowers in it. I stood in the threshold, puzzled for a moment, staring at the bright flowers.

"Cas thought they'd make Trinity happy… and he said maybe a bee would find itself in here," Dean spoke without looking away from the frying pan, I could almost hear the eye-roll. Then doing his "best" Cas impression, "Bees are good luck you know." I heard the smile in his voice. He stood at the small stove and was finishing up frying the bacon. He had a fuzzy, grey robe, brown, slip-on slippers, flannel pajama pants, and a wrinkled Metallica shirt. If I wasn't mistaken, it was the same shirt Trinity was wearing last night, but it was oversized on her petite body, being his and all. His hair was an utter mess, pointing and falling in all sorts of directions, showing a good night's sleep, and he still had sleep in his eyes. But the most profound thing I noticed, he couldn't get rid of his smile.

I looked down and smiled myself. "Well, I think they brighten it up in here," looking around. "And I agree, she will like them." I pulled out a chair and sat down, rubbing my forehead.

"Here," Dean slid a small bottle of headache pills over to me, "It'll help with the hangover, already gave Cas some."

"What about you?"

"Didn't need 'em."

It worried me sometimes how much Dean drank, it was like he was so used to enough alcohol that he didn't even get hangovers anymore. But then, I thought that now that Trinity was back, that habit would, hopefully, probably, lessen. I took four of the pills and threw them back with some water, still looking at the fresh bouquet.

"Damn, what smells so good?" Bobby's gruff voice came from behind me.

"The best breakfast you will ever eat," Dean brought two plates over with a big, proud smile.

Bobby sat next to me, "Yeah? We'll see about that," he winked. But when he took a bite, his eyes closed, "You were right." We all shared another smile. Trinity being home, and seemingly alright, was like a rainbow shining through the grey clouds bringing the sunshine along with it.

A loud yawn field the room and we all turned to see Trinity dragging her feet in oversized slippers, a rumpled shirt that had Guns and Roses on it that hung to her mid-thigh, and a pair of black and green, checkered boxers on. Her curls stuck out like flagpoles all through her hair and it was frizzy from sleep. Her rubbed her eyes and stretched as she went to sit. She plopped down heavily in the chair and threw her arms forward on the table, crossing them to rest her head there.

"Good morning," I grinned.

All I got back was a groan. I could never forget how much Trinity hated mornings. Let alone hungover ones.

"Hey Trin," Dean started, "Get some help from Sammy," he looked at me and I slid the pill bottle over to her. She slowly lifted her groggy head and squinted in the light, seeing her struggling to get the cap off, I reached over and helped. A mumbled "Thanks" came from under her messy hair, making me grin.

The sound of angel wings sounded from behind her and there appeared Cas. He looked down at her, then at me, Bobby, around to Dean, then back at her slumped position. Bobby lifted a finger to his chewing mouth and Cas squinted, trying to understand, then slowly nodded.

…

A little later after the meds took effect and the food, Trinity was still in her comfy clothes, had pulled her hair into an incredibly messy bun and looked more awake.

She came back into the kitchen and seeing the flowers for the first time, she gasped, speed walking over to them with a smile. She leaned over them to smell and closed her eyes.

"These are beautiful… where'd they come from?" she looked around to me and Dean. We both shrugged and nodded to Cas.

He stood and pointed out the different flowers and with his factual-angel-tone he explained why he chose them. "That's chrysanthemum, for cheerfulness, dill for power over evil, ivy… friendship, lily of the valley representing sweetness," he brushed her cheek with the outside of his index finger and it made her smirk, Cas continued, "violet for loyalty, and dahlias, foxglove, and bleeding hearts… because they're your favorite."

It was quiet for a moment. And then still looking down at the bouquet smiling, "You spilled my secret,"she spoke to no one in particular.

"What?" Cas adopted his confused face.

"Dean," she held out his name playfully.

I looked over at my brother and saw a faint smile, "He wanted to know if you had a favorite. So I told him," he winked.

"Thank you Cas," she turned and hugged the angel tightly. "They brighten the place up, don't they?"

"And they might bring bees," Cas had an innocent almost-smile, his eyebrows raising a bit. "They do mean-"

"Good luck, yeah, you've told me, buddy," she shouldered him gently.

Cas was so gentle and caring around Trinity, that sometimes the small thought of him loving her more than a friend or even sister snuck into my mind. But I knew that that was just how this angel who cared so much for humanity in general, let alone his own blood, showed his love.

…

A few days later, Dean and I were in the library doing some research for a new case when Trinity popped in holding something I hadn't seen in what seemed like ages.

She sat down next to me and wiped a thin layer of dust off of the leather cover. "Look what I found," she giggled. She sat down beside me and opened the worn cover.

"Where was it?" I asked, a smile playing on my lips, remembering what this book withheld.

"In Dean's room," she looked up from under her eyebrows across the table at my brother, playfully judging him. I followed suit.

But he looked just as surprised to see it. "It must have been in the rest of my books. I honestly didn't know I had it in there." As he finished his sentence, he adorned a sweet grin and came to sit next to Trinity to inspect.

She turned the title page that hand her all-capital handwriting on it along with doodles. And by doodles I mean small works of art. She hasn't gotten to let her creative art side play in a long time. She used to draw in Baby all of the time while we traveled from city to city. I remember when we went on that wendigo hunt right before she and Dean got together, she had started over at least five times the night before while painting a gorgeous piece showing an angel falling from Heaven, through Earth, into Hell. Little did I know then how much she put into that, soul wise. She talked about it later after we all knew everything. She told me that that was how she had somewhat pictured herself.

She would stay up late doing these pieces and then threaten to scrap them in the morning. But Dean and I would stop her.

"Hey Trinity, where are all of your paintings and drawings?" I put my hand atop the page of notes and doodles to stop her from turning so she'd answer me.

She thought for a moment, "Most of them were destroyed when Demolition Angel decided to blow my apartment up." She usually had a different, at least somewhat offensive name for Raziel every time she spoke of him. I was always reminded of how much she and Dean were alike or how much he had rubbed off on her. "Some are in here," she tapped the book with her finger, "Some I'm sure are still in Baby somewhere-"

"You're cluttering up my car?" Dean asked sarcastically… I think.

"Heh...um...what? Nooooo… of course not," she winked at me and Dean scoffed and shook his head.

"I pretty sure I have some in the stuff we retrieved from Bobby's place," Dean added.

"Really?!" she smiled at him.

"Of course, they're beautiful. Bobby thinks you should paint around the bunker… spruce it up a little he said," he air-quoted and chuckled.

Trinity just smiled with a slight blush and lifted my hand that I had forgotten about, to move it to flip the page of her, well our, old photo album, to reveal the first pictures, notes, and art.

I lost track of time as we went through all of our old memories and hers. It started out with pictures of her old life, her sisters and parents. She gingerly touched the few of her siblings and stared for a moment. I carefully brought her cheek to my chest, kissing the top of her head gently and brushed some hair away. She reached her own hand up and squeezed my arm.

We continued through looking at snapshots she took of us at different tourist sights. Some she made us stop at, some Dean did. There were candids of us doing random things, mostly just of me and Dean, because Trinity was usually behind the camera, but there were some that Dean and I took, mostly Dean though. There was one I definitely knew he took, and felt somewhat awkward looking at. It was black and white and it depicted her sleeping peacefully in her bed at the old apartment, sun shining through the sheer curtains. Her hair in shambles, but almost like it was delicately positioned around her head. There was another of her sitting at the kitchen table in Bobby's, in an oversized knit-sweater, one leg pulled on on the chair, one hand holding her chin up, and just looking out of the window.

She would lean her head against Dean's shoulder seeing some of them, especially in her apartment and in front or in Milo, not as much sad, but bittersweet smiles. I was over the moon that this scrapbook had survived everything so far.

It clicked in my head as we flipped through, that we had become so accustomed to seeing her wings that I had just realized that in all of these pictures I can see them, even if the picture was taken before we knew everything. Apparently the camera could perceive them, even if we couldn't at the time. I could never get over how beautiful and magnificent they were, as well as Cas's, and even her sister Avari's. I took a quick glance behind us to look at them. They were folded up and calm behind her back.

So many memories and snippets into our lives this one book held. I couldn't help but smile down at it.

…

A little later that night, everyone was asleep except me. I walked into the library to browse through the books the bunker held. Being around books always seems to calm me down some.

"Sammy?" Trinity's voice whispered from right behind me.

"Oh jeez!" I jumped and swung around, almost cracking her in the skull with a book in one hand, and a cup of tea almost spilling in the other. "God, Trinity, what are you doing up?"

"I'm still trying to you know… get used to it."

"Oh. The bunker? Me too. I think-"

"No. No. The, the bunker's great."

"Then, what are you trying to-"

"Being alive."
"Oh."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that…"

"No, you're fine Trinity. Is… is there anything, I could do?"

"Read this with me?" She held up a small, simple, black leather journal with yellowed pages and rumpled corners. She looked down at it and fanned the pages quickly, letting me catch glimpses of more doodle, sketches, and pages of writing.

"What is it?"

"It's, it's my old journal I used to write in. Memories of monsters, people, angels, demons, the first time Cas showed up, when I first met you. I stopped a bit more than a year after I met you two."

"Why me?"

"I don't think Dean could read it right now to be honest."

"Wait, why?"

"Sam, there's some… bad stuff in here. I've told you some of the things I've done in the past that I wish I could forget. I don't think he could take it at the moment, especially having just lost me and found me again."

"But Tr-"

"I know… I know what it did to you too. But you've always been more level headed. And I want to have closure. I don't plan on leaving again any time soon," she scoffed with a smile, "So… I want to burn it."

"But, isn't there anything you'd want to keep, anything you want Dean to see?"
"Maybe, I'm not sure. But what I am sure of is the fact that it's filled with mostly awful things that have happened to me. Except a few pages of me and Cas," she paused and gave me a sweet smile, "And you two towards the end."

…

We walked together to the Impala and started out.

"Won't Dean be upset with us taking her out?"
"He doesn't have to know," I winked. We drove a little ways and I pulled over at the edge of a dirt road overlooking trees. Baby's headlights lit up our area and I gave Trinity a big bowl I grabbed from the kitchen. She held her hand over top of it and a small flame was produce from her palm. It immediately caught on the kindling we had put in it.

We sat on the hood of the car and she read out loud the pages her journal withheld. She struggled through a few, some she just couldn't read, even if it was just a small part, and I'd take over.

"The very next moment, I was holding nothing but empty air." She sniffled and crumpled the pages of the last time she had seen Cas before that night with the kobolds. When she thought he had died, when she had killed those people in her lobby, the same case Dean and I had worked on and never solved. There were only two more letters depicting times before our paths crossed.

As she crumpled them, watching them burn, I spoke softly before she continued. "Trinity?" She looked over at me with somewhat glassy eyes, but a small smile. "I… I didn't know… How long were you suicidal?" I tried to choose my words carefully, but there was almost no other way to say it. The small smile that was there disappeared. "I'm sorry. Nevermind, you don't have to answer that."

"No, it's okay," she looked down then back up at me, "Occasionally after my parents died, but Persephone and Avari kept me going. But after they were gone… almost every day." She paused and took a deep breath. I couldn't help but do the same. She's always seemed so strong to me. In every aspect. She has pulled me and Dean through a few crappy things herself. It never really occurred to me how much she must have felt the need to give up, how much weight was a burden on her shoulders, how much she must have thought there was nothing to live for. I felt stupid for never thinking of it. "But then Cas showed up. He stopped me, I don't even know if I was going to go through with it."

"You said it hurt just touching your skin," I recalled from the letter of when she first heard Cas's raspy voice.

"Yeah, but that was one of my lowest points. I very well could've finished it there."

"Do you ever wish you did?" I knew it was almost an insensitive question, but the thought had crossed my own mind in the past.

But luckily she didn't seem really phased by it, "After I thought Cas was dead, the thoughts started coming back. But soon after that was when my place was ransacked and My Blade was stolen. Little did I know at the time that it was Allocen. I thought about it again only once or maybe twice after meeting you. I was terrified of you two."

"Really?"

"Sam, c'mon. Of course. You guys are literally the best hunters out there. I was scared shitless," she laughed and I smiled with her.

"You're pretty freaking amazing as well, Trinity," I raised my eyebrows softly at her. She smirked in reply and continued.

"But no. To answer your question. I don't wish I had ended my life then. I occasionally would in the time when I was alone after Cas left. But even though I've had a pretty crappy life overall. You three are the best things that possibly could've happened to me. If I had died without ever knowing you, what life would I even have had?" she bumped her shoulder into my bicep.

I reached around her back and pulled her close to me, leaning my head down in top of hers. "I'm glad you didn't too. To be honest, you're the best thing that's happened to us too. So please don't leave again."

She chuckled, "Not planning on it, brother," she looked up, winking at me.

"I need you to remember what I'm about to say, alright?" I bent my neck to look down at her.

She giggled, "Okeedokee."

"You are enough. You are enough for this world, enough for Cas, enough for me, enough for Dean, enough for you. Say it, please."

She paused, I could feel the smile fade away, as she took it in. But after a moment, "I am enough."

...

We continued through the months and memories of her times with us through about the first year. These made us smile and laugh. Her writing about the holidays, the travels, the Broadway experience. She pulled out a few really special ones and folded them up to put in the inside pocket of her leather jacket, the patch on it needing to be restitched on a corner. I made her keep some of her drawings even through her protests. We got to the back and there was only one letter left.

"Okay, nope, you don't have to read that one," she started to crumple it, but I grabbed her hand before she threw it into the flames.

"Ah, ah, ah," I snickered and started unfolding it, even between her trying to grab it from me.

"No, Sam, c'mon. Sammy, please, please don't read it," she was trying to stay serious, but couldn't help the little, crooked smile.

I read aloud, "February… I just spent the night watching Dean. I don't know why, he just caught my attention and kept it," I paused and gave her a mischievous sideways glance. She had basically given up trying to pry it from my hands. "There was a fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach. I've never felt this before, it's weird… I don't know if I like it." I stopped.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure I do," she finished, looking at her shoes. I could see the little smirk of the memory on her lips, making one of her dimples sink in.

I was smiling, but it wavered. Not in sadness, but in realization. I just read probably the exact moment that she had fallen in love with my brother.

"Okay, you've had your fun, buttface. Now give it back," she reached for it and I stood up. She let out an exasperated, complaining sigh, "Saaam, just," she jumped for it, "let me," again, "burn it."

"Pfffft," I scoffed, "You are not burning this," I smiled down at her, holding the paper above my head.

She crossed her arms, "Not fair, you're eight feet tall."

…

Dean

"Oh, we're halfway there, oh oh, livin' on a prayer, take my hand, we'll make it I swear, oh oh, livin' on a prayer!" Trinity belted from the backseat of Baby. I looked into the rearview mirror and had to smile. Her eyes were squinted shut and her hair was blown all about because all of our windows were down. I looked over at Sam and he was watching her too. He really did care for her so much. That made me smile more.

We continued driving and multiple of our favorite rock songs came on the radio, one, two, or all three of us would sing along. Don't Stop Believing, You Give Love A Bad Name, Stairway to Heaven, Sweet Child O' Mine, Highway to Hell, Back in Black, Born to Be Wild, Dead or Alive, I Love Rock'N Roll, Should I Stay or Should I Go, We Will Rock You, Wagon Wheel, Eye of the Tiger, and a not-so-rock song, Tennessee Whiskey, all came on. And to our strange, shouldn't-have-been-surprised surprise, Trinity knew every word.

Sam and I shared a glance and smirked, looking back at her.

"What?" She shrugged and we laughed. But she got all excited and reached up quickly to turn up the volume and started singing, "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality…" she continued to sing one of Queen's most popular songs, Bohemian Rhapsody. Sam and I joined in a little later and we all took parts between laughs. When it came to the really high note, we all tried, but Trin actually hit it, and Sam and I stopped with wide eyes.

To say we were impressed by her music taste and knowledge would have been an understatement.

Cas appeared in the seat next to Trinity not long after and leaned away from her as she didn't care how loud she was, or how off key she got.

"Trinity, I'm do not believe that this stentorian activity is very healthy for your vocal cords."

…

We arrived at a little tattoo parlor just outside of town and I pulled Baby to a stop.

"Ready?" I looked at the two in the backseat.

"What?" They said in unison and did almost the exact same thing, tilted their heads down to look at me with this questionable look.

"Yup, c'mon, let's go…" Sam and I got out of the car as Trin and Cas shared a nervous glance and followed. I grabbed Trinity's hand, "I told you we were gonna get you guys one." All I got in reply was a loud gulp.

…

"I told you it wasn't gonna be that bad," I grabbed her outer hip and pulled her next to me walking back to Baby.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she grumbled.

"I didn't mind it," Cas stated.

"I punched you once and it was like you didn't even feel it," I retorted.

"I seem to have humanized while here on earth. If you were to redo that action, Dean, I'd most likely feel the pain… generally."

I just looked at him. It hadn't really occurred to me how much he has changed in all of the years I've known him. Being on earth, becoming his vessel so it's no longer his vessel, but him… all of that must have made him more a human.

"Okay, okay, lemme see guys," Sam stopped us right in front of Baby.

Trinity sighed, still kind of grumpy, and Cas gave a small smirk, proud to show off his new attribute. It reminded me of when he told me he was going to become a hunter. I smiled at the memory of his excitement.

In unison, they started undressing… in the middle of a parking lot. One thing about Cas, he didn't care half of the time, although the other half, he was kind of a prude. And Trin, well Trin wasn't shy about merely anything. I laughed to myself.

Cas took off his trench coat, Trinity took off her leather jacket and lifted her hair, while Cas started unbuttoning his shirt.

Sammy got a big smile looking at Trinity's new tattoo. "I like it on you."

She had placed the anti-possession symbol at the tip of her spine, right where her back turns into her neck. She sighed again, less agitated, "Thanks Sammy."

We looked over to Cas as he flipped down the back of his shirt, so it wasn't completely off. And Trinity decided to joke around before we could say anything.

"OH! GOD! Cas! You're practically naked! I can't handle the sexy!"

Instantly, Cas's face became confused and worried, and he started pulling his shirt back up.

Trinity walked over, "No, no, Cas, it was a joke, I was just kidding," she giggled, "You can show them," and patted his cheek. His face became happier again.

"Wow, that's… that's freaking epic," Sam looked in awe. He was right though. Cas had gotten the symbol placed in between his shoulder blades, right in the center, and a set of angel wings adorned his scapula. The wings were in the shadow of his actual wings.

"Hey Cas, turn a bit," I suggested. He did so, turning so the sun was in front of him so there were no shadows and we could see his piece better. The black ink wings stretched across his back and onto the backs of his arms. That part had to have hurt, even an angel, especially an angel in Cas's position. They were detailed and the feathers looked almost 3D. "Damn, Cas," I added.

"I…" he squinted at me, "I thought this was a good thing… why are you damning me?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head, no matter how much he's around us, Cas will always always be Cas. I patted his shoulder, "Don't ever change."

He gave me a small smile. And Sam explained to him, "It's a compliment, it means… like… wow," Sam gave Cas a friendly grin.

Trinity hadn't really said anything so I turned to her and was taken aback by her expression. She was staring at Cas's tattoo, with a mixture of shock, awe, and melancholiness. "Trin?"

Cas turned and saw her, they had what seemed like a brief, silent conversation right before Trinity quickly embraced him, careful not to touch his new tattoo. She squeezed her eyes shut, cheek against his chest. Sam and I exchanged glanced, confused. But then it hit me, why she'd be reacting like this, and why Cas didn't deny it. He got the wings for her.

In her tank top, I could see the tops of the wings branded to her own back, Cas's tan hands holding her close. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, "You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." They smiled at each other and Sam and I followed suit.

…

Cas

"Trinity, no," I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and index finger.

"Trinity, yes," she had a huge, mischievous grin and slowly nodded. We stood atop a cliff overlooking the Atlantic ocean in Maine. She grabbed me and transported us here before I could protest. She spread her wings wide and opened her arms to the sides, matching her wings.

She let the ocean wind blow through her hair and feathers. I felt the side of my mouth quirk up. She looked so happy. She'd been back about two weeks and everyone was in such a good mood. Her face was calm and peaceful as her hair whipped behind her. As I looked, I noticed a few silvery white strands or curls tangling between the jet black blanket.

She tipped herself forward and before I could grab her, she fell gracefully over the edge of the cliff, which isn't a word I'd usually describe her with, with the exception of battle. At first I was worried and terrified, but then I remembered… wings. I mumbled to myself, "You imbecile." I watched her from the top of the rocks, getting smaller and farther away as she descended toward the sea. She could've only been meters away from the water, when she pulled up and flew parallel to the ocean. She tilted to one side and the other, letting the tips of her wings and fingers glide through the water.

I couldn't help but smile. Next thing I knew, a pod of dolphins began swimming alongside her. She looked back up at me with a huge smile and then what I knew was to inevitably happen, happened. Trinity, begin her clumsy self, got distracted by everything and toppled head over heels into the water.

I stood shocked for a moment, and right as I was about to go after her, she popped up from underwater and turned to find me. She gave me a thumbs up, and though I couldn't hear her, I saw the happy smile and shaking of the shoulders as she laughed. The dolphins still swam around her, some coming up under her arms and nuzzling her.

…

"What the Hell happened?" Dean sighed as Trinity and I appeared in the bunker.

"I told her not to do it," I held up my hands, but I was still smiling.

Sam and Dean looked at her big grin. She told them what she did and then ran off to get dry and change.

"She's crazy," Sam chuckled.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Dean smiled after her.

…

Sunset came around and we were pulled over on the side of a backroad for a pitstop to stretch at Trinity's request. She claimed she was becoming claustrophobic. She hopped on the hood of the Impala and Sam sat next to her. But Dean jumped up on the other side and slid, bumping into her.

"Buttface," she playfully shoved him.

"Yeah jerk," Sam stood up off of the ground after being knocked off the car. "Move your ass," he teased.

"Bitch," Dean complained with a smirk.

"Dean, c'mere," Trinity motioned for him to sit in front of her. He did and she wrapped her legs around him and he held onto them and let his head rest against her chest. "Here Cas," she patted the spot next to her. I sat down and somehow we all fit on the hood of Baby as the sun set across the country skyline.

We were all so distracted by the serenity that we didn't see Trinity pull out her old camera. "Say cheese!" she held the bulky thing out in front of us as far as she could. "C'mon, get in here," she smiled and pulled me and Sam closer to her and clicked the button on the top of the object making a loud click and flash.

I couldn't see for a moment. I blinked over and over and still couldn't see. "What's happening?" I heard the worry in my voice. "I.. I can't see."

"It's okay, Cas. Give it a minute," as my vision cleared I saw Sam rubbing his eyes and blinking too.

"You looked right at the flash didn't you?" Dean looked up with a grin.

"I don't understand."

"Have you never had your picture taken, Castiel?" Trinity looked over with playful shock.

"Only once." I recalled the image of a group of us in Bobby's living room, right before the first battle against Lucifer. "But not with this flashing."

She scoffed with a smirk and shook the photo in her hand. An image began to appear and she smiled with her teeth and then laughed as it fully cleared. "This is basically, you know… perfect," she couldn't stop laughing. Dean snatched it from her and laughed just as hard.

"What?" Sam had a curious, almost worried smile about him. He took it from his brother and laughed with relief and still some embarrassment.

"May I see?" I held out my hand. Sam handed me the photo and I inspected what was causing the humorous reactions. Trinity was in the center, looking picture perfect, a blissful, open-mouthed, laughing grin, her hair flopped over to one side, her free hand cupping Dean's face, whether she knew it or not. Their plaid flannels somewhat clashing. Dean was looking up from his laid back position in between Trinity's legs, eyebrows raised, a crooked, cheesy smile on his face, his freckles clearly visible in the bright sunset light, one of his hands resting near the handprint my brother left on Trinity's arm. Sam had a strange face, almost a smile, but he obviously wasn't prepared and was caught off guard. He looked somewhat off-balance, yet you could see the glee in his eyes. And then I was on the other side of Trinity, her arm just out of the way of my face and shoulders, my expression a mixture of shock and confusion.

"What is so humorous?" I looked up at the other three.

"Nothing Cas… absolutely nothing," Trinity patted my knee.

…

A little later, right before the sun completely set, we were heading to a motel and Trinity and I were in the backseat as usual.

She kept reaching up and gently tugging on the little hairs of the back of Dean's head and neck. He would shiver and ignore it and she would muffle her laughter. I was about to speak, when she held a finger up to her grinning lips. I understood.

She was just messing with him.

She continued to pull the baby hairs and she'd gently blow on his skin, making goosebumps appear on his skin.

"Is anyone else getting chills?"

"Nope, I'm perfectly fine," she withheld another laugh.

We were nearing the motel and Sam looked back at her out of the corner of his eye and smirked, but kept quiet. She had licked her index finger and slowly reached up right beside Dean's head. At the same time she wiggled it inside of his ear quickly, he began to speak.

"Trinity, I see you, don't you-… Gah! Ugh, did you seriously just give me a wet willie?" he tried to stay serious, but he had a small grin. Maybe it was because of the strange phrase he had just used. Sam was cracking up in the passenger seat.

"Wet willie?" I didn't understand the phrase.

…

Inside of the motel, Trinity got out the photo album she had recovered from their belongings and opened it up to the last image. There were random snapshots and candids, sketches here and there, handwritten labels around some of the images. The last photo taped in there was a crumpled, worn, black and white one I recognized. The writing on the back, was somewhat visible behind the picture, but the same words were written below it in the same handwriting as on the back.

December 25th

Christmas Party with my Trin

We all seemed to smile at it, even just shortly before our attention was turned to the new addition. Trinity produced tape from her bag and attached it below the other.

"There," she smoothed it out and held the book up. She still giggled when she looked at it, and I began to assume it was mainly due to my facial expression. But I didn't mind, as long as she was happy, it did not matter if it was at my expense. "Be prepared for more of these," she warned.

We all agreed to start snapping photos whenever, wherever, we could.

_Author's Song Note_

"House of Memories" by Panic! at the Disco