I'd apologize for my absence... but all I will say is... huge chapter broken into two not-as-huge chapters...

Enjoy the fluff...

See you soon...

~WaywardSiren98

_Chapter 31_

"Neverland"

_Author's Song Note_

"Lost Boys" by Ruth B

Trinity

"Trinity, cover up," Dean kept trying to shroud my shoulders with his jacket. "Plea-Trin, please," he sighed. Everytime he went to I bent down or moved, not intentionally, but just out of his reach.

"Sorry, what?" I turned around and realized I had just flipped his face with my hair. "Oh, sorry, again," I giggled. "What?"

"Please cover up?" he looked down at me and lifted the jacket.

"There's no one else here, Dean," I laughed as I put the big jacket on over top my bare skin clothed only by a lavender bra and neon green, polka dot underwear. My underclothes never match. "You're just as nakey," I joked as I poked his tummy.

"Sure, but this is a shady area, my dear-"

"Like I couldn't handle a creep," I winked.

"That doesn't mean you need to," I turned his face a bit to the side and raised his eyebrows somewhat patronizingly. I rolled my eyes.

We were standing in a laundromat. All in our skivvies.

Sam was leaning against one of the dryers on his elbows chuckling at Dean's attempt to cover me. He had plain, black boxer briefs on with the letters S.A.X.X. written across the hemline and ran his fingers through his hair. Cas stood, arms crossed near the bench, orange boxer briefs surprising me.

As we waited for our clothes to wash and dry in this empty place in Michigan, Dean scoffed, "You don't match… at, all," his neat freak showing.

As I was about to make a comeback, Sam spoke up, "Dean, you're a thirty four year old man wearing Batman underwear," with a smirk.

I looked down and just giggled. Adorning Dean's lower half were black boxer briefs covered in the yellow Batman symbol.

"Shut up, bitch."

"Jerk."

…

"Sammy! Watch out!" Dean shouted across the grating.

Sam ducked and twirled as the alligator monster we were hunting in a town called Black Rock with in Buffalo, New York, leaped at him. The monster had to be at least seven feet tall with green-black, scaly skin, long talons, and an elongated humanoid face. Its eyes were solid black like a demons and its snout was detailed with many razor sharp teeth.

It was on its hind legs like a person and as Sam ran towards me and Dean to get out of the way, it reared back and roared, the sound reverberating off of the slimy, brick walls.

"Go, go, go!" Sam motioned us forward.

"Holy-" I mumbled as we all went to turn and head the other way.

As we were running and listening to it follow us, I heard a thud behind me. Turning I saw Sam on his stomach getting up quickly, but not quickly enough as the monster had caught up. "Sam! Duck!" I ran forward and as he bent his head down, I tumbled over him and somersaulted, my Stygian blade materializing in the sheath on my back, I slipped it out and landed on my feet, jabbing upward. I felt the iron run through a soft spot under the ribs of the beast.

Its cry echoed around us and as it started to fall forward, I let go and jumped out of the way. It landed hard, shaking the old, grate walkways we were on.

"Son of a bitch," Dean mumbled. You had to know Dean to interpret his different uses of the phrase. Sometimes they meant bad, good, wow, et cetera. This was was wow.

"Thanks," Sam wiped off his bloody palms from falling, on his pants.

"Yup," I grunted as I kicked the monster to roll it over. I reached down and grabbed the hilt of my black sword. Stepping on the creature's chest, I yanked it out like I was Arthur and my blade was Excaliber. I leaned back a little and took a deep breath. I used the back of my hand to rub my forehead and brush my hair back, then wiped my palms on my jeans trying to get the sticky slime off.

I went to walk past Dean, "Control yourself," I joked as I lightly smacked his groin area.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he grabbed my waist with one hand and pulled me to his front, nuzzling my sweaty neck with his nose and kissing gently. I could feel the sexy, but proud smile on his lips. I bent my neck so he could, and a small smirked played on my mouth.

"Oh my God," Sam's bewildered voice sounded behind us. I thought he was going to tell us to get a room or something, but when Dean and I turned around, he was bending down to pick up a filthy object off of the grate where he had fallen.

"Is that what you tripped on? What is it?" Dean squinted as we walked closer to him.

Sam looked up at us, a playful light in his eyes, "My shoe."

"What?" I was so confused.

" I found my shoe, Dean," he was on the verge of cracking up.

Dean must have realized what Sam was talking about because he rolled his eyes, but smiled. "That's disgusting, Sam."

Sam just chuckled really loudly. And I was still puzzled.

…

"Trinity! It's me!" I heard Dean's voice around the bend of a tree. The November wind made my skin pop with goosebumps and a shiver ran through my body. My chest was heaving from running and I held a flask of holy water in my hand and a dagger in the other.

"Trin-" Dean's voice was right beside me, so I turned quickly and grabbed the front of his shirt, pushing my forearm against his throat, shoving him into the tree and doused him in the clear fluid. He stopped in his tracks, eyes closed, mouth pouted, making his expression just look so… done. I let the breath I was holding out.

I blew air out through his mouth and a little spray of water went flying. "Really?"

"Sorry, but I did not want to use this dagger on you," I twirled it in my fingers, then slid it back in its holster.

We drove Baby back to the bunker and as we went inside, I got a taste of my own medicine, and Dean once again stood with a bored expression. I just heard a sigh from him as I had a mini panic attack then spit the water that had gone in my mid-sentence-open-mouth. "Samuel," I groaned.

"Cas said you guys had a run in with demons while you were out. I was just making su-"

I cut him off by throwing some holy water on his own face.

He had a similar reaction to me, like he always has, almost like he's surprised and offended each time, such an opposite of Dean.

"Was that really necessary?"

"No," I simply stated and walked past him with a smirk. Behind me I heard Dean do that big brother style, "Ha!" and I could just picture him pointing a finger at him, then following me.

…

"Bitch," Dean grunted from being pinned against the wall.

At the same time Sam, "What I do?" and I, "Excuse me?" spoke.

He rolled his eyes and huffed, "Not you two, the witch."

"Oh," in unison again. Then just me, "Well, do you have a plan to get out of this particular pickle?"

He sighed, "Nope," his head hitting the wall he was attached to by nothing, as Sam and I were as well. "Can't you use your mojo or something?"

"No, she's using magic against me, holding it down." Then I had an idea. "Pray to Cas," I whispered hearing her footsteps coming closer.

"You pray to him!" he whisper-yelled back, glancing in the direction of the footsteps nervously.

"You're the one with the profound bond!" I used the same quite, urgent tone. At that, he sighed and closed his eyes.

As the young witch came in with a bowl and a knife, Cas appeared in the threshold behind her.

"Hello, Dean."

As the witch turned, Cas brought his nagel blade up to her abdomen.

"Hi, Cas," Dean replied with a small smile.

He turned his head to the side to look at her dying on the carpet. "I leave for two hours, and you three," he looked at us, "get into this much trouble?" He said as we all got up off the floor after falling when she was stabbed.

"Do you expect any less?" I grinned.

"Not particularly," he returned the gesture.

As we were walking out of the door after collecting our weapons, we heard strained words that were muffled behind us. We all turned to see the witch reaching out to us with a bloody, shaking hand, struggling to mumble foreign words. I took two steps forward to finish her off, but her hand fell with her head, back to the floor, eyes open. "Well fine then," I sheathed my weapon.

"Cas, do you know what she was saying?" Sam asked.

"No, I'm not fluent in that form of speech."

"Mustn't have done anything though," Dean shrugged going out first. The two other boys followed and as I closed the door behind me, a slight wind rushed past us, blowing dead leaves everywhere and making my spine shiver.

"Sure, let's go with that assumption, Dean."

We all got in the Impala and headed back home.

When we were back in the bunker and I had gotten ready for bed, I walked into Dean's room, that we now shared, but since I didn't really have anything, the only thing different from when I first got here was the stack of art supplies in the corner, our photo album on the desk, my few weapons of my own hung up or on the shelf, and my clothes and shoes in the closet.

The lights were already off and so I could barely see. I felt my way to the bed and got under the blankets. It felt like I sunk in the sheets a little more than usual, but I concluded that is was probably just because I was tired.

I took a deep breath, that sounded a little hoarse, and went to reach around Dean to spoon him.

But under my touch, I felt soft, less hairy skin, curves, and where I usually hug on his pecs, were not pecs, but breasts. The body moved to turn on the light and then turned over at my touch and I saw bright green eyes stare at me, a dirty blonde pixie cut adorning the head, and the Samulet dangling from the collar bone. The full lips opened with a female scream and rolled off the bed gracefully, grabbing a gun and pointing it at me.

"Dean?" I said squinting my eyes looking into the one's opposite me. But my voice was strange, it was lower. I looked down at my body in the light and let out a shout. I was wearing one of Dean's old t-shirts, but it actually fit me because I know had manly muscles instead of the toned-feminine ones I was used to. I pulled the hem of it down quickly because my hot pink lace underwear were way too tight on the anatomy I did not possess a mere hour ago. I had hair on my arms and legs as well. I reached up with my free hand and my hair was just hanging off my head in loose curls. My hand trailed down my jaw line to feel a defined face with stubble.

"Trinity?" I looked up to see the girl with familiar green eyes lowering her gun. "Is that… you?"

"Um…" I patted around my body and inspected my free hand, "I… I think so…"

"So you're a dude and I'm a chick?"

"It… it looks that way," hearing a man's voice come from my mouth was so weird.

"Son of a bitch…" female Dean stared in astonishment.

"I heard a scream, what's wrong?!" a figure came barrelling through the dark hallway into the lit room. "Wait! Who said that?!" a very tall girl with long, brown hair with golden highlights twisted around then looked back in the room with wide eyes, not even looking at us and running to the bathroom. A few moments later we heard, "Oh my God! What the Hell?! Dean!" then footsteps coming back. She burst into the room and saw us for the first time. "Dean I'm- Oh my God!" the words stopped and she looked between us with the big, hazel eyes I knew, "Dean?! Trinity?!" Her grey, cotton, v-neck t-shirt hung loosely on her new figure.

"Hiya Sam," I waved and pulled my shirt down farther even though it felt like it was going to tear.

"Dude, girl-you is a babe," Dean said, and I had to double-take again because of the female voice using Dean's diction.

"Shut up," girl-Sam ran her fingers through her hair.

"I mean, I knew your hair was getting long, Sammy, but now this?" Dean held in laughter.

"Timing, Dean, timing,"

"Not good?" Dean looked at me as I shook my head, with the soft features of a woman, the less chiseled jaw and nose, longer lashes, thinner eyebrows, and hourglass shape to her body. Her fluffy, bed-head pixie cut, stuck out in different directions just like regular Dean's hair did and the Styx shirt she wore was baggy, but still was long enough because even though he was a different gender now, Dean still obtained his height, as did Sam, as a female.

"Trin, you're so short as a guy," Dean joked.

"Shut it, Deana."

"Dean?" a monotonous, somewhat scratchy, female voice came from the hallway getting closer, as she spoke, I thought that it was lower for a girl. "Something peculiar has happened just now," a woman shorter than the others, but taller than me, wearing an oversized white button up, a blue tie flipped around, and extra long black pants, with black hair touching a little past her shoulders that was extremely messy and disheveled and big, bright blue eyes came in cupping her chest, "I seem to have acquired female breast tissue."

Dean started snorting, trying to cover up and hold in the laughter that was bubbling up. Female Cas looked up and glanced around at the rest of us. Obviously seeing our souls and who we actually were. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh," Sam grunted.

"So that's what they would look like on me," Dean mumbled holding the top of her shirt open, looking down in.

"Dean, really?"

"C'mon, Samantha, check yours out," she nodded towards female Sam.

"Hm…" I huffed, holding out the hem of my panties and taking a look at the new appendage I'd obtained down there.

"Trinity, seriously, you too? This is serious," Sam's long, feminine arms lifted and fell back to her thighs.

I shrugged as Cas's female voice picked up, "Well, this is a curious situation," still absentmindedly holding her boobs while looking off in the distance with the same expression as male Cas has the majority of the time.

Confusion.

Luckily, the witch's spell wore off within a several hours. Sam looked it up and said it was because she didn't get to complete the enchantment.

I was so glad to be getting out of that body. I liked my girl body.

…

Dean

By the end of the month, there were works of art painted around the bunker. Bobby told Trinity about how he thought the place could use a little sprucing up and she immediately got a shy smile on her face, but I could tell she was excited to paint again.

On December first, it had just started to snow and I wanted to take Trinity out for a drive because we rarely get some quiet alone time. I walked through the bunker calling for her while admiring her pieces on the walls and columns. I walked past scenes depicting random things, like skillfully created flowers and trees, mandalas, Hamsa hands, trees of life, there was a set of tiger eyes, there were galaxies, abstract pieces of hands, and there were creative maps and landscapes. But sometimes I'd see angels. Abstract ones where you can't see the faces, just the magnificent wings. Dark ones where the figure is huddled on the ground wrapped in its own wings. And then stunning ones where you can see angels how you imagine them, helping people, saving souls. Heavenly light pouring down on the figures. I think she sometimes paints these angels either because she feels that is what she hopes for the world, light that is, and or because she feels that angel blood is the better part of her. I'd have to disagree, because her humanity was what has gotten us through everything.

As I walked, there was one where I didn't mention it, but everytime I walked by I would tend to clutch my bicep for a moment, almost not even realizing it. I think it's from a vision Trinity had, but it was what I'm sure it looked like when Cas pulled me out of Hell. An angel with bare, olive skin, dark hair, and shimmering black wings, tips pointed down towards the fires below, as if flying upwards, a bloody, bare human, his head bent down so you couldn't see the face, being held onto by the arm, a blue light emitting under the hand of the angel and out of his eyes.

There were more random supernatural paintings as well as one similar to the one that hit close to home for me. But it was an angel with caramel wings and hair lifting a girl with a mass of black curls and red wings out of a deep blackness I wouldn't think you could make with just paint. I haven't asked her about Limbo since she came back because whenever I'd bring it up, she'd change the subject. So I decided to let her tell us in her own time.

I came around a corner and heard faint singing. I adopted a small smile and went towards the tune. Going up the stairs to the garage, the singing got louder and I could hear the song.

"You're the one that I want, you are the one I want, ooo, ooo, ooo, honey!"

I walked in seeing Trinity up on a ladder, paintbrush in hand, paint can positioned precariously on the top step. Wild hair up in a messy bun with a big, brightly colored, stretchy headband in, leaving a few strands on each side of her face hanging down free. Her black tank top and jean shorts were splattered with a bunch of different paint colors. As were her hands and arms and when I came far enough around the ladder, I saw her face was smeared with some too. She was pretty freaking adorable, Spiderman suspenders holding up a petite utility belt filled with paint brushes and other art supplies, biting her lip ever so slightly in concentration, bopping her head and swishing her hips to the music.

Standing there, admiring her, I noticed, now more than I had ever before since about a week after she'd come back, a streak of silvery, white hair on the back of her head under her bun, where she probably couldn't see it. I wondered if she knew about it, and if she knew what it was from. But I didn't want to worry her.

"Hey, Trin," I smiled about ten feet up at her.

She jumped and fell back, but broke her landing by flapping her wings right before she hit the floor and the paint can followed her. But she pointed at it and it exploded into a trillion little glittering lavender crystals.

She sat up on her palms and looked up at me, pursing her lips and raising her eyebrows, tapping her fingers on the cement.

"Sorry," I grinned sheepishly, shrugging my shoulders.

…

"Sammy! Cas! C'mon! We don't have all day!" I shouted.

"You just told us like two minutes ago!" Sam's sassy voice replied.

"I'm so gonna beat you in this snowball fight," Trinity smirked as she pulled a glove on.

"You keep telling yourself that," I winked.

"But Sam, why is it necessary that I cover my hands with these strange accessories on my hands?" I heard Cas ask from the other room.

"Because you've never done this before, and if you don't you won't be able to feel your fingers in about an hour," Sam chuckled.

After several seconds, "Oh."

Once we all were ready, we headed to an open field nearby. As we were getting out Sam asked, "Teams or fend-for-yourself?"

As I began to answer him, I felt a thump on the back of my head and a cold sensation falling down the back of my neck. I saw Sam and Cas on the other side of Baby, so it only left one person suspect. I closed my door, looked down with a smile, and huffed, "You're so going down." I heard a giggle and quickly reached down to grab a handful of snow, but as I turned, my face was covered by another blow from Trinity. I wiped it off and as I reeled my arm back, saw her running away towards the trees.

I turned to see Sam running the other direction and Cas just standing there, confused.

"I don't under-"

"You're on my team, kay bud?"

"Okay. But Dean-"

I cut him off, "This is all you have to do," I bent down and made a ball from the snow, held it up in front of our faces, nodding at it, then turned and chucked it in Sam's direction. It hit a tree right beside his head, making him stop and turn and flip me off before smiling and continuing his trek.

I faced Cas again and got another face-full of snow.

"Like that?"

I sighed and wiped my face off. Again. "Yeah. Like that. But at Trin and Sammy, okay, not me."

Cas and I split up and I went after Trinity. She had run into the woods, so I had to be cautious around trees. I heard a crack of a tree branch.

"You can run, but you can't hide, baby."

"You're already wrong, my love," she laughed.

I stopped, slowly crouched down to collect a snowball. It was now so quiet you could almost hear the snow falling. Then out of nowhere, I received to blows to the shoulder from above. I looked up and saw two big, red wings perched up in a tree.

"Cheater!" I smiled.

"This is war, Dean! There are no rules in war!" she winked.

"Oh you little-" I mumbled as she jumped and landed gracefully (it still always makes me laugh how graceful she is in a battle situation, yet so clumsy in everyday life) to run back towards the field, so I chased after her.

As we were running, she glanced behind at me and smiled. Right as we reached the clearing, she opened her wings and flapped them, hard. A snowstorm flew up off the ground and surrounded us. It was so hard to see, but I could just make out the shape of those red feathers. I took a chance, and leapt forward.

I heard, "Oof!" as I collided with her from behind and we hit the powdery ground. I flipped her over and pinned her wrists down. She grinned as she struggle against my grip and I let out a low, triumphant laugh. She stopped and we just smiled at each other.

Her hair, now back at its long length, was spread out like a mane around her face in the white snow. The black and white contrast mesmerizing, yet, another piece of white hair almost blended in with the groundcover. But her hazel eyes lit up with delight and the brightness of the snow, I became distracted. The flakes of snow attached to her long eyelashes and the rosiness of her cheeks. All of it, she hadn't looked this happy and healthy and alive in such a long time. Every week that passed since she came back, she looked better and better.

The blue and black plaid scarf the was wrapped around her neck, made her eyes pop and her plump lips formed a sweet smirk. Our breathless voices continued.

"What?" I grinned down at her.

"Do you forfeit yet?"

"How am I the one in the position to forfeit?" I squinted.

She kissed the air and the next thing I know her wings were causing another tornado of white and I was on my back.

"Like that," she shrugged as her thighs caged my hips.

I was about to retort when we both heard Sam's voice shouting, "Cas! It's- Woah!" we looked sideways to see him duck a fast-pitched snowball from behind. He was sprinting out of the trees towards us. Then we saw Cas chasing him with an arm-full of snowballs. When Sam saw us, he glared at me, "Why did we think this was a good idea?" he continued to run and ducked another time before getting a direct hit to the back making him fall forward into the cold snow.

He propped himself up to question, "How does he know to throw like that?" Then Cas jumped on him and looked sternly at me.

"Did I win?"

"Yeah, Cas, you won," Sammy's muffled voice came from the snow.

A little while later, after we got Cas off Sam and convinced him the game was over before he could throw more snowballs at us, Trinity fell back softly and spread her arms and wings.

"Ha! Lookie, I'm a literal snowangel," she giggled and started moving to create a huge life-size angel shape in the snow.

"You dunce," Sam playfully scoffed. Once she stood up and stepped back, we all took a gander at it.

"It doesn't look right," she tilted her head.

"It looks like a snowangel is supposed to look… well except with much more detail," Sam shrugged.

The black sword that Trinity was now fully used to using, appeared in her hand. She stepped carefully around her imprint and place the sword in the snow with perfection before lifting it back up and it dematerializing once more.

"There, that's better," she crossed her arms and grinned. Now it looked like an avenging angel set for battle.

"That definitely says, happy holidays," I scoffed.

"Angels are in use at all time of the year, Dean," Cas squinted at me.

A little later, after Trinity forced us to have one more, less adventurous, snowball battle, and after she snuck a few pictures of us, I stole her camera and did the same. When the daylight was fading, we all packed into Baby, cold, wet, and hungry.

"Let's get some pie," I pursed my lips and nodded as I started her engine.

"I second that," Trinity held up a finger, head bent down.

"Cas, you siding with me for some salad or something?" Sam looked at the angel in the mirror.

"As a matter of fact, some leafy greens to sound appetizing."

"Oh, I wasn't actually expecting-"

"Accompanied with a hamburger."

Sam hung his head and scoffed, "Shoulda known."

"That's my boy," I gave him a highfive from the driver's seat.

…

Cas

"No! Stop!" Trinity giggled frustratedly. "I look like shit guys!" she attempted to cover her face with her hands.

"You literally got me in the shower this morning!" Dean laughed tickling her, trying to get her hands free.

"That's… different," she got out between snorts. She broke free of his grip and ran towards the library.

I appeared in front of her and clicked the button Sam told me would take the picture. A flash surprised her right before she ran into me, bumping her back onto her rear.

She propped herself up on her palms and looked up at me, trying to be discontent, but a small smile attached to her lips.

"Castiel-..." she started to shout, but cut herself off, like she didn't know what else to say.

"Yes. That is my name."

She stood and wiped her hands together, giving me a sideways look. "No, it's just… I don't know what to call you to pull the full-name-mom-tactic," she struggled to think of what to call it.

"I don't understand."

"Like, if I was yelling at, say, Bobby, I'd shout, 'Robert Steven Singer!', so something like that," she used what she called her mom-voice. "But, you're just… you're Cas. But Cas what… Cas-"

"Winchester," Sam and Dean's voices came from behind the girl in front of me. Sam continued, "You're a Winchester, Cas."

Then Dean, "If you thought anything else, well," he huffed, "I don't know what to tell ya, bud."

Trinity turned most of the way back to me with a proud little smirk, "Castiel Winchester… nice flow," she winked.

As we were walking back to the kitchen for supper, she stopped and we did a few steps later. "Well now I feel left out," but then laughed a couple seconds later and we kept walking.

But she had confided in me that she was ready for Dean to, as she put it, "put a ring on it."

…

"This feels like bathwater," Trinity mumbled as she touched the surface of the water.

"Hold your breath!" Dean shouted as he scooped her up and jumped in the water with her, creating a large splash. She barely got air in her lungs before becoming submerged. She came up spitting water in Dean's face as he laughed.

"Jerk," Sam looked at Dean and shook his head with a small smile, showing sympathy towards Trinity, yet still finding it humorous.

"Bitch," Dean splashed water up at Sam. So he sighed, rolled his eyes, and joined the other two in the motel pool.

"C'mon Cas!" Trinity ran her hands over her hair to smooth it to her scalp, smiling at me. "Don't make me splash you," she squinted, poising her hands, her big, red, wet wings doing the same.

I sighed and began to disrobe. Then Trinity continued, "Dean, grab your wallet, I need to make it rain," she winked at me.

"If you're referring to the activity single men do at gentlemen's clubs, I feel it highly unnecessary."

"Oh really?" her voice pitched higher with a sarcastic tone. "I thought it highly appropriate," she laughed again before tackling Dean in the water.

He stood up, bringing her up with him, holding her up under her thighs, her ankles wrapped around his back. Her forearms rested on his shoulders while she ran her finger up the back of his neck and into his hair, her own shoulders hunched over to press their foreheads together.

It seemed as though every week, every day even, I began to notice more strands of hair turning white. I figured I might approach them about it in due time. But if Dean had yet to say anything, I wasn't sure if I should.

"Guys, really, get a room," Sam threw water at them, shrouding them in a large spray, as they began to share intimacy.

"Shut up, Sammy," they said in unison, splashing him back. He returned again and so Dean completely dropped Trinity in the water and she came up sputtering.

"Cas, my team, now," she had playful vengeance in her eyes.

…

Sam

A cat meowing and running past made Dean jump a little and Trinity had to stifle her laugh.

"Not again," I rolled my eyes.

"What?" she raised her eyebrows at me with a smile.

"Shut it, Sammy. I had that ghost sickness crap or whatever. Don't judge," Dean used his flashlight as a search beacon.

"Remind me to ask more about that later," Trinity quietly giggled.

"Hey, where'd Cas go?" I looked around with my own flashlight.

We heard a sort of distant, "I'm in here." So the three of us turned a few corners of this huge, ancient church this new case had led us to. It was intricately designed and it had been abandoned for quite some time.

"Look at all these naked people," Trinity swung her flashlight around.

"Those are angels," Cas said, matter-of-factly.

"Hey Cas," Dean chuckled, "This one kind of looks like you," he brought the flashlight close to his cheek as he bent down and squinted at the painting. "I mean, obviously it's not, but c'mon," he chuckled again, "Sammy, you can't tell me this doesn't make you think of Cas." I walked over to see, and it did. The angel had black hair and was tan. But his eyes were not just blue, but they were glowing and it looked like flames as they were not contained just within his irises. But white wings were sprouted from his back instead of Cas' iridescent, black ones.

"I have to agree, I mean-"

Cas' loud sigh interrupted me, "It is me. Well," he walked nearer to us, "supposed to be me at least."

"Beside the incident with the bees, this is the most naked I've seen you, Cas," now it was Dean stifling his laughter. But he was probably right. Cas was only clothes in a white, toga-like sheet.

"Who's this fully naked one flipping me off?" Trinity made a face at the painting and flipped it off in return.

"I didn't know angels knew how to flip someone off, especially back then," Dean joked as we crossed the room.

Cas sighed, "That's Gabriel."

Dean almost choked. "Gabriel? As in your big brother, the one who sent us a porno? That Gabriel?"

"Yes."

"Well. That explains it."

…

"Risin' up, back on the street… Did my time, took my chances," Dean's singing came from the kitchen. He continued as Trinity and I looked up from our books in the library.

"Twenty bucks says he breaks something," Trinity looked at me over the desk lamp.

"I guess I should have a little trust in him, but you're probably gonna win that bet," I smiled. We continued our research as he continued his song, one of his favorites.

"You trade your passion for glory… Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past… You must fight just to keep them alive…"

He was getting louder with each line and then slid past the library entrance in his socks holding a wooden spoon like a microphone, "It's the eye of the tiger… It's the thrill of the fight," then came back past the other direction, "Risin' up to the challenge… Of our rival," throwing his arm out like a week right-hook at those last words. "And the last known survivor… Stalks his prey in the night," he stopped and pointed at us with his free hand, then continued to slide. "And he's watching us all with the eye…" and when he passed again, we heard a crash, a bang, and a shatter. His last few lyrics of, "of the tiger," somehow jumbled into several expletives that he then repeated over and over again.

Trinity looked across at me once more, slowly, raising her eyebrows as if saying, "Told ya so." She held out her hand and I sighed and pulled out a twenty to place in her palm.

Standing up, "Everything okay in there, Baby?" she smiled as she walked towards the entrance.

I could hear Dean shout back, "Oh yeah, no worries, everything's-" another clash, then quietly, "Sonavabitch…" as Trinity turned to me to walk backwards, he continued, "everything's totally fine!"

She held up the twenty by the ends and snapped the bill holding it out in front of her face mouthing, what her facial expression said earlier. As she about-faced again, she smiled, "I'm coming, stop breaking crap," I could see her shake her head before she turned the corner.

…

_Author's Song Note_

"Light" by Sleeping at Last

It was Trinity's birthday and Dean was planning on taking her out to a nice restaurant and he said he had another surprise for her. I could only imagine what that meant. But Dean was almost ready and asked me to find her and tell her to hurry up. As I walked the halls and peeked into rooms, I couldn't find her.

But I turned the corner to pass the bathroom and saw the yellowish light from the doorway. I grabbed the moulding and swung my body around to see her, "Hey, Trinity, Dean wants me to-" I stopped myself as I stood frozen in the threshold as she wiped tears off her cheeks in a hurry. She had been staring at herself when I walked in. Brows furrowed in sadness, tear drops on her collarbone, wrapped in her towel, her wet curls dripping down her back.

"Hey Sammy," she sniffled and smiled, pretending like I hadn't seen anything. "I, I was just trying to think of what to wear tonight. I hardly ever get to be a girl. It's a big decision," she tried to laugh.

"Trinity, I saw-"

"You saw nothing," she turned serious. Just like Dean, she hated talking about feelings and emotions, yet sometimes couldn't help how they bubbled to the surface. "It was nothing." she reached back and rubbed her new anti possession tattoo at the top of her spine.

But I knew what she was looking at. I noticed how her eyes had been trained on the reddish hand-shaped scar on her neck and how ever since I walked in, she seemed to be subconsciously brushing her fingers against her other scars.

We stood in silence for a moment. And it was like she knew I knew. She grabbed her left elbow with her right hand and rubbed a little, looking at the floor. "I'm not good enough."

That took me aback. "What?" my eyebrows furrowed.

"For the world, for Hell, for Heaven, for Jody, for Bobby, for Cas-"

"Wait a minute-"

"For you," more intensely as she looked up. Then her voice just a squeak, "for Dean…"

"What are you talking about?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Look at me, Sam," her tear ridden eyes looked away and back down, "I'm broken."

"Yeah, maybe. But broken isn't the same thing as unfixable. We're all broken. And I'm looking, Trinity. You know what I see?"

She just looked into my eyes slowly.

"I see a girl, a girl with stories and memories. A girl with a past, a present, and a future. I see a strong woman who has all the reason in the world to keep fighting. I see marks of strength, marks of hope, marks of being alive. Yeah, you might hate some of them, but they add to you. You wouldn't be who you are without them. I wish I could make everything better for you, take all of your pain and sadness away with one word. I wish I could snap my fingers and everything'd be okay. But I can't. But you know what I can do?" I paused, "I can tell you how much you're loved. How much you have within you. How much you mean to everyone."

She just stared at me, searching my eyes.

"What? It's true."

"I'm just asking myself how I deserve you as a big brother."

A small smile changed my face and I reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. I felt a tear wet my shirt at the same time I felt her cheek move up with a grin.

A few minutes later, I pulled her back and dug in my pocket, "Hey! Guess what I found in the glovebox," I pulled out a silver charm necklace.

"Oh my God!" she reached for it and examined it in her fingers. She looked up with a smile, "Sam, I-"

"I know," I returned the gesture.

"Thank you."

"I had forgotten I'd given it to you, it's been such a long time," I stuffed my hands in my pockets, "Dean probably threw it in there thinking he'd remember where he put it and didn't remember," I joked, but she interrupted.

"No, I mean, thank you," she emphasized.

"Oh," I knew what she was talking about. "You can always talk to me. You know that right?"

I got another hug in response.

…

Trinity

If one dies mid-life, then comes back, do they just continue their age? I think so. It was my twenty ninth birthday and Dean was doing something extra special for me.

After Sam's little pep-talk, he helped me get ready, well as much as he could. Mostly keeping me company, I think he may have been a little worried about me, but nonetheless, he was there and it was nice.

I emerged from my room to see him reading a book in the hallway as he sat on the floor. He stood up after he had a double take and picked his jaw up off the floor.

"I can look nice sometimes you know," I gave a sheepish smile.

"I know but, wow. You haven't looked this, well, healthy in… a really long time."

"Healthy… okay," I laughed, "I'll take it."

"No! No," he looked at the ground and smiled, "You look gorgeous, it's just good to see you happy."

"Thanks Sammy," we walked toward the exit. I was wearing a new black dress that had iridescent shimmers that reminded me of Cas' wings, long, lace sleeves, and a diamond shaped opening on my chest. I had red stilettos on, why, I have no clue, knowing me and my gracefulness. And I pulled the sides of my hair back in two braids to meet in the back in one big one. I had very little makeup, but it consisted of black eyeliner that I probably brought the wings out a bit far, but hopefully they'd help me fly away from my problems. Cherry red lipstick adorned my lips and because I'm a little jerk and was positive I'd be pressing my face against Dean's this evening, I threw a little glitter on my cheeks. I would chuckle here and there imagining him being burdened with glitter every so often for the next few weeks.

I saw Sam look down at me and look back up with a little, proud smile.

"What?" I elbowed him.

"You're wearing it."

I touched the silver charm necklace around my collarbone, "Of course I am you dunce. I don't think it's going anywhere anytime soon," I winked. We continued walking to the door both with smiles.

"Dear Father," Cas mumbled from the threshold beside Sam. I jumped, not knowing he was there. After collecting myself, I looked at him looking at me with an open mouth and surprised eyes.

"Why is everyone so shocked that I cleaned up?" I laughed.

"It's just. You. You are a stunning human being."

I had no words, so I just smiled. They escorted me out to the cold December weather.

"Son of a bitch it's cold," I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering.

"Oh!" Sam exclaimed, "I forgot," he stepped back inside and appeared a few second later, "Dean wanted me to give this to you." He handed me my old leather jacket. Patches, worn spots, frayed seams and all.

I let out a sigh of relief as I shrugged it on. I held the corner up to my face and it smelled like Dean. I couldn't help but smile. Small snowflakes flurried around us in a gentle breeze and my curls blew in every direction.

"Hey beautiful," I heard Dean's voice call out. I looked up and over to see him leaning against the driver's door of Baby clothed in a nice suit. From one look, I was pretty sure it was one he used for his FBI impersonations. But he cleaned up his scruffle and trimmed his hair and I noticed a stripe of green, black, and light purple sticking out of his cuff. I smiled as I looked over to Sam and Cas and they both help up their wrists as if knowing I saw the bracelet. They both had their old woven bands on as well and my grin grew even bigger.

"Go on, get out of here, enjoy yourselves," Bobby popped up beside me. "Don't get in too much trouble," he winked. I turned and hugged him and then the other two boys.

I started walking to Dean as he moved to open the door for me with a sweet smile. As I neared, my ankle gave out and I went falling, face first to the ground. Popping back up, "It's all good, I'm good. Let's go," I patted my palms together and brushed my hair back. I heard giggling behind me, "Shut up, Sam!" I yelled, but still somehow had a smile. "I knew these shoes were a bad idea," I mumbled.

"Get in the car before you break something," Dean chuckled before he shut the door when I was in. As I began to give him the middle-finger, he turned away before I could successfully offend him.

…

"Oh my God. Can I marry this food?" I closed my eyes and made an mmm noise.

Dean laughed as he set his fork down and wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin in this nice italian restaurant lit with candles with violins playing. "You look amazing, Trin," he leaned back in his chair.

"Not too bad yourself dearheart," I smirked before I took another bite of lobster fettuccine alfredo.

"Two questions though."

"Yeah?" I took a sip of my Shirley Temple because I'm a child.

"One, are you dying your hair, or highlighting it, whatever you girls call it?" he folded his arms on the table, squinting at me.

I almost choked, "What? Me. dye this mess?" I lifted a lock of hair. But I did a double take as I held the curls from the underside of my neck. There were pearlescent white strands here and there. "Am I really aging that much? I mean, I know I live a stressful life," I looked up at Dean, "But look at you, you're you know… perfect," I sighed frustratedly. "Anyway, what's your second question?" I brushed my hair off, trying not to picture myself with a thousand and a half wrinkles.

"Well. You know, I love you right?"

"Of course," then I figured something was wrong, "Oh, God, what's wrong, what happened?"

"What? No," he laughed, "No. Nothing's wrong."

As he reached his hand back into his coat pocket, I saw a trio of people in grey suits, two men and a woman with dark brown hair pulled back in a bun and blue eyes, enter the restaurant. Being who I am, I saw the wings folded behind them and anyone could see the mission in their eyes.

"Dean."

"Trin, this was my mom's," I barely heard him say.

"Dean, we have to go,"

"But, wait, what-" I cut him off by putting my jacket on and grabbing his wallet, leaving the money behind and pulling him towards the back of the building. "Trin," he stuffed whatever he was holding back in his pocket. "Trin, wait, where are we going?" he asked in a hush tone, knowing I knew something he didn't.

"Angels," I pulled his wrist behind me.

"Shit."

"Exactly." We stopped just outside the bathrooms, where no one could see us and and told him, "Hold on." Just as he gripped my hand, I sent us spiraling on the Angel Highway. We landed just outside of Baby and got in without another word.

"Do you want to go home?" Dean looked over at me with sadness in his eyes. I wondered what it was he was going to ask me.

"No, not yet. I don't want to let them ruin whatever you had planned. It's my birthday, I wanna have some fun," I winked.

…

As we pulled into a parking lot in Salina, Kansas, about a two hour drive from the bunker, I saw the sign.

"Kansas Fishes Exhibit?" I looked over at Dean. "Does this have something to do with a case? Did you seriously bring me on a lead as a date? I mean-"

"Trinity," Dean put Baby in park and looked at me. "Just shut up," he smiled. "C'mon."

We walked in and it was pretty dead at this time in the evening, but the greeter smiled when she saw us.

"Ah, Mr. Winchester. You're early."
"Our schedule was uh, freed up a little," Dean winked at me. I looked around for a moment and noticed it was that grand of a building. And then I saw the neon lights on the wall in the shapes of fish, and below that was a large bay window, sectioned off, but behind the glass was a huge fish tank. Many fish and turtles swam past. My mouth hung open a little.

"Well, everything's ready for you and you have the place to yourself," she winked at him, and by her face I could tell she was obviously attracted to him. Even though I couldn't blame her, I wrapped my arm through his and held his hand, somewhat instinctively.

"C'mere," Dean smiled down at me as he started walking, pulling me with him as the lady left the room. "Go on, go take a look," he said like a parent with their child at the zoo for the first time. As I pressed up against the glass, I felt a smile spread on my gaping mouth, my wide eyes taking in all of the underwater life.

"You know, I always thought an aquarium date would be awful for the other person, because I just knew I'd be staring at the fish the entire time, not paying attention to them at all," I giggled.

"Maybe," I could hear the smile, "But isn't that all the more reason for the person to bring the date to the aquarium? So they can watch the person they care about taking in something that they love?"

I looked over at him and caught him staring at me with sweet eyes and a kind smile. He had sat down on the ledge beside the glass, his head tilted ever so slightly in admiration. "Smooth, Dean Winchester, very smooth," I scooted next to him.

"You told me a few weeks ago how you'd never been to an aquarium. So I saw this place driving one night, worked my magic-"

"Flirted," I corrected.

"Whatever you want to call it," he chuckled, "But Trin, I still have that thing I wanted to ask you."

"Shoot," I grinned at him.

He took a quick glance behind us in the exhibit, then reached into his pocket again. "Trinity Scarborough, you mean… everything to me, and-"

"Trinity Scarborough," another voice, a female one, said my name again.

"For the love a-" I forced my hands against the ledge, throwing myself into a standing position. But froze when I saw the speaker.

"Son of a bitch," Dean mumbled beside me, putting a hand back into his pocket slyly. His tone was one of frustration and anger.

"We followed you here," the older angel said, her blue eyes piercing. "It was pretty easy. Not many people drive that hunk of metal out there."

"Oh that's it-" Dean started forward, but I put an arm out.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Naomi. This is Esper," she motioned to the older man on her left. "And this is Ion," then to the one on her right, younger and more handsome.

"What do you want?"

"You. I figured you'd know that by now," she gave me one of those smiles I hate. The one's where you know they aren't real smiles, but patronizing and as though you're a moron.

"You know, I wouldn't take you as someone who swings that way, I'm very flattered, but," I flicked my head to Dean, "taken. Sorry." I was just buying us time to think of something.

She huffed with a pissed-off smile, and looked down at her shoes. "You should talk to me with respect, little girl."

"Why because you and those dicks you call siblings have given me, us, so much of in the first place?" Then I felt Dean tap my hip. I knew he had a plan. "Oh! Look at the time!" I looked down at the watch that wasn't there, "We really must be going," I smiled at her, feeling the malice in my own eyes, turning my head just enough to see Dean, "Now!" I felt the Stygian blade materialize in my hand, the blade that I had learned that I could will it to the material of my choice, gleaming angelic silver within it's obsidian blackness. Dean had pulled out his own angel blade. Even on dates, we carry weapons.

Oh the life of a hunter.

"How did you…?" the angel, Ion stared at my morphing sword.

Like it was obvious, "I'm just that cool," I winked before we attacked. They pulled out angel blades of their own and Ion came at me. He jabbed and missed by just a little bit, but ripped open my dress on the hip, exposing my neon green, lace underwear.

He stopped and looked for a moment and my shoulders fell, "Dude. Really?" He was so confused. So I took the chance and sliced his abdomen. He screamed and fell to the floor, still alive.

"A little help over here, Trin?" I heard Dean yell. Looking over, I saw him being backed into a the reception desk by Naomi and Esper. They raised their blades aiming to strike and Dean held his up in defense, meeting my eyes.

I knew I wouldn't get there in time, so I closed my eyes and opened my arms wide, pulling my shoulders, bending down a little bit. As I opened my eyes that had changed, I stepped forward with one foot and threw my arms the same direction, out-turning my palms. A bright galactic light shot towards them and sent the two angels spiraling in the air, hitting the opposite wall, making paper fly everywhere.

Dean let go of the breath he was holding and looked at me. I tried not to use my powers as much as possible, because most of the time, I didn't really need to. So I suppose sometimes, Dean was in a way, still getting used to my eyes like this. "Son of a bitch," he mumbled.

"Yeah, I'm awesome," I sighed, blinking my eyes back to normal. "We should go."

"But what about them? They'll just keep coming if we don't kill them."

"I know, but look, I could've easily killed that numbnuts over there," I pointed to Ion. He started to protest, even in agony, "Shut up for a second," I looked at him with frustration and flicked my wrist making a wind current punch him as if it were my fist, knocking him out. "But Dean, I'm not in the mood to kill tonight. My birthday of all nights. If we cross paths again, well, I'm sure when we cross paths again, then if we have to, we can kill them then. But for right now, I'm just pissed because so far they've ruined your special plans and," I started stuttering and word-vomiting, so I just grunted and sighed with passion. "Nevermind. Let's just do it." I turned and strutted to the wall I had thrown them against. When I came around the desk, there was nothing but scattered papers and a few blood spots.

"Shitballs," I grumbled. I heard Dean already running back the way we came. Turning, I saw Ion struggling out the door, but Dean tackled him before he could make it out. He threw a few punches, splattering blood on the floor.

"Dean," Completely unfazed, I asked him, "Do you by chance have a gun on you?" I sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"Yeah," he pulled a handgun out of the inside of his jacket, not taking his eyes off of the woozy angel. "But why-" I cut him off by grabbing the gun.

"Just testing something. I've learned to manipulate my sword, so…"

"You're gonna try to do the same thing with a gun."

"Exactly. Let's see if this works," I closed my hands over the gun and closed my eyes, picturing angel blades and silver and what I would imagine bullets made from angel blades to look like. The metal became hot in my hand, almost causing me to drop it.

"Wow. It actually worked," Dean looked impressed, but returned his gaze to Ion. I walked over closer and looked down at his bloody face.

"Tell me everything you know about why this Naomi chick wants me," I held the now-silver gun.

He coughed, "You don't understand. Ever since God disappeared, Upstairs had been close to chaos."

"That's not what I'm looking for dearie. Hurry this up," I waved the gun impatiently.

"You're the Powerful One, why wouldn't she want you?"

I looked at Dean, "I guess Powerful is an improvement from Evil."

"They still call you that, but now that you defeated Lucifer and rose from the dead, the angels fear you," he coughed. "She doesn't want you, she wants your powers."

I looked up, "Get your own, ya bitch!"

"Trin, task, focus."

"Sorry. Is that all you've got Atom?"

"Ion."

"I know," I rolled my eyes, "Not time to be sassy. I'm holding the gun," I wiggled it in my hand. Then someone tackled me from behind making me make a strange noise. I turned my body as we fell to make sure I was on my back. As we hit the floor, I kicked the body up with the bottoms of my feet and threw him backwards over my head. I jumped up and pulled the gun to his forehead and he held his hands up in a plea of mercy against a wall.

"Please, just. Let him go," Esper looked at Ion. "Naomi's controlled his life for so long. It's not his fault."

I looked him dead in the eyes and asked, "Why would that make me want to let him live?"

"Because you know what it's like being controlled by something you're not," he looked at me with desperation in his eyes.

I turned my arm and head and fired the gun. As the bright light of an angel dying filled the room, Esper screamed, "No!"

"I just did him a favor. Trust me." I pointed the gun back at him, "Same goes to you," I fired it again and stared as the emission made me warm. I stepped back and let the body fall to the ground leaving the burnt angel wings on the wall.

I met Dean in front of the door and we looked around. Papers scattered, blood spots, two pairs of seared angel wings, and two dead bodies. A gunshot in Esper's forehead and one through Ion's eye. "I guess Naomi sent them to do her dirty work." I sighed. "What a coward."

"Trin? You okay?" Dean asked with worry in his eyes.

"Yeah why?"

"Five minutes ago, you were against killing them and just now you shot them both without batting an eye."

"Esper was right, I know what it's like to be something I'm not. I would've done anything to stop that. I told you that night you guys cured me, to keep going even if it killed me. I would've rather died being me than keep living as a monster. I wasn't lying when I told him I did him a favor."

"Oh. My. God," we turned to see a shaking woman in the threshold of a hallway, holding a stack of papers.

"How long has she been there?" I asked no one in particular.

"You just," she lifted a trembling finger and pointed to the strewn papers behind the desk where I'd thrown the angels, "And you," she pointed to Ion's body, "And then," then to Esper's.

I walked over to her and gripped her shoulders, "You saw nothing. You're going to call nine-one-one and report a drive by shooting," I looked back at Dean and he nodded, shooting the glass windows, shattering them. "You'll forget our faces and you're going to tell them you heard gunshots and by the time you got out here the shooters were gone, okay?" I kept eye contact as I compelled her.

"Okay," she was more calm, but still shaking. But I guess that was good, because if she wasn't it'd look suspicious.

"Now go dial," I turned her shoulder and then faced Dean. "Let's get out of here." I shot the computer and the security camera to delete the footage I was sure it withheld of us. Then I took one last glance at the aquarium before we headed outside.

…

As we drove away, we passed a couple cop cars and an ambulance. After about an hour, Dean asked me, "So, now that my plans are kind of shot to Hell, what do you want for your birthday?" he gave me a sideways glance.

I thought for a moment, but then gave him a mischievous smile and wink before I told him what I had been wanting for quite a while.

…

When we pulled into a motel parking lot, we headed inside and got ourselves a room. As soon as the door closed and locked behind us with the "Do Not Disturb" sign, Dean pushed me up against the wall, taking my breath away for a moment.

"Wait, wait, wait," I said breathlessly as he kissed my neck. He slowed, but didn't stop. "Shouldn't we," I sighed a little, "ward the room or something?" Then he stopped, sighed, placed me down, sighed again, and nodded in agreement.

We spray-painted angel-warding sigils all over the motel room and as we finished, I looked over at Dean, "Do you ever feel bad for the messes we leave?"

"I mean," Dean checked the name on the credit card he was using at the moment as he put the paint away in the bag, "Norman Green, feels bad," he winked as I met him to put my paint away too. I looked up at him and shook my smiling head and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Even though you're a," I used my fingers for air-quotes, "bad boy, you're still a good man Dean Winchester."

"Hush your mouth," he gave me a sheepish smile. He hushed it for me by kissing my lips. "Now where were we?" he had a mischievous smile. He lowered himself to his knees and lifted my dress up so he could press his lips against my hip bones. His hands gripped my sides and his thumbs massaged my muscles. I played with his hair as his mouth played with my sensory receptors. He let his hands slowly fall down my sides, my hips, and my thighs. Then suddenly, he hoisted me up so my legs wound around his waist and shoved me against the wall again, this time pinning my wrists along with my back. He started nuzzling and kissing my neck, every so often he'd nip and brush the end of his nose against my skin, letting his open mouth breathe its hot breath, making my skin shiver. He'd trail his lips along my collar bone, up the side of my neck, and along my jawline.

I felt so completely helpless and incapacitated.

I loved it.

…

_Author's Song Note_

"Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless

Dean let his fingers trail down my ribs and sides, making the shivers continue. I felt his hands find their way up my dress that had been hiked up to my waist and pull it over my head, letting the hair fall back down, cascading over my shoulders. He gripped my thighs again and walked us over to the bed attacking me with his lips the entire time.

Once we reached it, he threw me down, making me giggle, and pulled his dress shirt up and over his own head, fluffing his hair a little. He tossed it to the side and started crawling up to me, squinting his eyes and smiling seductively. He pushed my knees apart and kissed from my ankle all the way up to my waist.

As he trailed his lips up my body, he put one of my hands at his belt, so I began to undo it and together we worked his pants off. He let his lips go slack and go back down from my bellybutton and stopping at the hem of my underwear on my hip bone. He bit them and looked up at me pausing, then he started pulling them off of me with his teeth, once he got some way down, he used his hands for help. My fingers were already tangled in my hair and his.

He squeezed my hips and shot his arms up to grip my hands and pull me up onto his lap. He pressed his palms and fingertips into my back, unclasping my bra, and as he threw it to the side, he began moving us together, taking complete control. He pulled his arm back quickly, wrapping it forcefully around my shoulder blades and wings, pulling my as close as he could get me.

My breath was caught in my chest as he gripped me and expelled his hot air on my shoulder. Then suddenly as butterflies began fluttering in my stomach, he lowered us to the sheets. He took both of my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head. Lowering himself to me, he kissed me, anywhere and everywhere as he moved his hips. He used the other one to guide my legs up over his thighs, to fall behind his tailbone. Then he cupped my cheek as he moved back and forth and as he kissed, he massaged my entire body's skin, he let the pads of his fingers brush against me making chills course through me.

He bent his neck down and nibbled my ear and I could hear his sighs and groans with definition. I heard my own noises as he would go between a fast pace and then he'd slow for a few moments before picking it back up again. Before I could help myself, I heard his name coming from my mouth. Softly and desperately at first.

"Dean," I mumbled as my eyes were squeezed shut. He brushed his stubble against my jaw and kissed behind my ear, huffing, blowing my hair slightly. "Dean," with every reiteration it became more needing, more wanting. I felt him smile against my skin and then I heard his breath catch and felt his grip on me tighten. Soon after, the same warm feeling he'd just experienced, filled my nerves, endorphins exploding in my brain like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

He slowly bent down to kiss my abdomen, with soft, slow, agonizing kisses this time, instead of the feverish and hungry ones before. He pushed his hand up partially underneath me, no lift my upper back a little. His breath was heavy and labored.

I just layed there like a ray of sunshine, motionless, enjoying this birthday gift. I felt my wings flex and relax over and over, every feather, every fiber, tingling with ecstasy.

Only getting a word out between heavy breaths, "Oh, my-"

"God," Dean finished my sentence as he fell back down beside me, lacing his fingers with mine. "Happy birthday, Trin," for the tenth time tonight, I could hear the smile play on his lips as his breathing was heavy with joy.

I couldn't fathom the words to express my gratitude in this moment, so I flipped myself on top of him and hugged him tightly, biting at his bottom lip for a second before kissing it softly. I butt my forehead against his as one of my hands held his forearm, the other slipped underneath him to his soft back.

After all this time, my thing for forearms and backs lives on in glory.

"That's exactly… what I asked for," I giggled.

What I asked for? For Dean to take control. Whether or not people call it being a top and bottom, I simply just wanted to be taken care of, not have to worry about what I'm doing next. Although I do love making him happy, I just wanted at least one time in return. Little did I know, Dean would take charge a few more time in the coming weeks. Call it a lasting gift.

…

As we were driving back to the Bunker in the morning, I almost fell face first into the backseat as I was searching for something I made Dean.

"You okay there Grace?" Dean laughed, holding onto my waist trying to stop my falling and making the car swerve just a little.

I flipped back to the front and brushed my hair out of my face with a smile. I was excited to give him this. "I have something for you, I made it a few days ago, but I almost forgot with everything that went on last night." I unwrapped the little wad of fabric I had kept it in for safety.

We sat in the Impala in our rumpled clothes from last night, Dean's big leather jacket covering my shoulders, even over top of my own. His tie untied and hanging down both sides of his neck. Our hair was a mess, but the relaxed look in our eyes showing we were trying not to think about the whole angel ambush last night.

As Dean pulled into a gas station to fill up, he paused before getting out, looking at me with the almost completely unwrapped gift. "Here," I smiled like a child.

"What's this for?" he took it and looked at me with curiosity on his face.

"Just because," I shrugged, "Just open it!" I shoved his bicep.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled as he finished unravelling it. Then he held it up as I smiled. "Trin," he tilted his head with a loving sigh. A single red feather hung from a soft, black, suede rope. He put it on and held it up from his chest in between his fingers. He was about to say something, but I spoke first.

"To always have a piece of me with you," I smiled warmly.

He just watched at me for a few seconds and then placed his hand on my cheek, to which I leaned into the touch. Then pulled me in for a kind kiss.

Before we took off again after he filled up, I looked at him peripherally, "I'm shocked you didn't say something cheesy about me always being with you and touching your heart," I looked up and fluttered my eyelashes all dramatically, touching my own chest.

"Me? Say something cheesy? Pft, like that's something I'd do," he winked.