_Author's Note_
Hello all! I apologize for my absence again, but the holiday season has been crazy. Lol But good news... there's so much fluff going on in my writing
right now that once again, I had to split another chapter up was because it was so big. Haha So enjoy this one and another coming up very, very soon! Thank you and love you all! Keep leaving those reviews! 3
_Chapter 32_
"This Is the Beat of My Heart"
Dean
"Is that… Trinity?" I asked Sam in the library of the bunker.
"Yep," his eyebrows raised, not looking away from his papers, nodding.
"Dang, that girl's got some pipes," I looked in the direction of the bathroom that she was showering in.
"So far she's covered some Journey, Queen, Fall Out Boy, some Panic at the Disco, Kansas, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and now Whitney Houston."
"Well, we can't say she's not eclectic," I chuckled.
"And I! Will always… love you!" I heard her belt. "And I will always-" she cut off at the same time a few loud bangs and crashes echoed.
"What the…?" Sam slowly looked up.
"Son of a bitch…" and quite a few more loud profanities came from her showertime.
About half an hour later, she came out, hair up in a towel, my grey robe wrapped around her, yet trailing on the floor because of her height compared to mine.
"What happened in there?"
As I finished, she hiked her leg up on a chair, the robe falling away enough to show a few bandaids placed on her skin. "I slipped on my wing," she paused. "Who does that?!" she raised her arms.
I gestured to the cuts, "How did you-"
"You know girls legs don't just magically stay hairless right?"
That sassy little jerk. I smiled and shook my head.
…
"Hey Trin?" I searched through my dresser drawers.
"Yeah?" she replied from the desk where she was drawing, without looking up.
"Have you seen my ACDC shirt?"
She hesitated, "No."
I looked up slowly across the room and narrowed my eyes. Then as I searched more, "I can't find it… or my Metallica one, my Guns 'n Roses," I went to continue, but as I couldn't find any, she began to stand up.
"I… I think Sam's calling me." She started to walk faster than usual out into the hallway.
"Trinity Scarborough! Are you stealing my shirts?" I chased after her.
She was already down the hallway some, toting her art with her. "I can't hear you babe! Urgent business!"
"Trin- Trinity!" I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Get back here!"
"Sorry, you're breaking up! I can't make you out!" she turned the corner, but winked before disappearing around it.
…
It was January and we didn't have a case to go on, so we all tried to sleep in. But I kept waking up. Partially from nightmares, in which Trinity would wake with me, and we'd fall back asleep together. But also because of Trinity. Her wild sleeping positions, sometimes caused me to fall off the bed. It was usually only when she was having vivid dreams, but nonetheless, I ended up on the floor. Or she throw an arm or leg out, bumping me out of sleep.
But when we'd settle again, before I'd fall asleep, I could not force myself not to watch her sleep. Between just witnessing her living and breathing, the automatic rhythm of her chest rising and falling, she'd also find herself in occasional strange contortions.
She'd sometimes have both arms stretched out beneath her face-down stomach and her cheek would be squished up against the pillow, so she looked like a pencil. Or she'd have one knee pulled up near her chest, the other extended, while her arms would be in whatever position they fell to.
But my favorite that is unique to her, sometimes she wraps her wings around us. It can get warm, but I don't mind, because sometimes when we're close enough, our connection lets me hear her heartbeat like it's my own. Almost like the blood pumping through her wings is like surround sound. The soft feathers tend to help me sleep, whether it's because I know she's there with me, so we can comfort each other through nightmares, or just because it's like a safety blanket. Whatever the reason, I love that she does it subconsciously. I can't help but imagine her with a child, constantly protecting it, constantly shielding it from the dangers we face everyday, holding it closely.
…
Trinity
"Pst, babe, wake up," I gently kissed Dean on the cheek, even with it's pillow lines. "Happy birthday," I whispered in his ear before kissing it too.
I got a sleepy snort and sleepy smile, and then a grunt, in return. "Fine, if you're not up in an hour, it's not my fault whatever might happen to you," I pinched his butt and he just rolled over.
I went into the kitchen and got out the flour, apples, sugar, salt, and various other baking ingredients, as well as the tools. I turned on the radio and pulled my hair back into a messy bun. I was still in one of Dean's big, baggy shirts and my underwear, I also grabbed some tall, fuzzy socks, being January twenty-fourth and all.
So I began baking Dean's favorite out of a cookbook and put some coffee on as I turned the radio up.
Dean
I smelled pie. Apple pie to be exact.
It urged me to ride up from underneath the covers. Trinity's side was still crumpled from where she was lying. I pulled a t-shirt on and my grey robe. I stretched and a low growl came from my throat. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I could feel the frown on my face.
"I hate mornings," I grumbled to myself. But I shuffled out, following the sound of music and a few clinks and clatters from the kitchen.
I peered around the corner and was forced to smile. The smell of fresh apple pie and coffee filled my nose as one of my favorite songs, Led Zeppelin's, Ramble On, echoed in my ears along with Trinity's voice singing along. She danced around the kitchen in one of my wrinkled shirts and slid around on her fuzzy socks that came up to her knees. She swiveled her hips and bopped her head, wooden spoon in hand and occasionally she'd lick a finger or two, ridding it of the ingredients it was coated with. In certain angles, I could see the dusting of flour on a few patches of her skin and in her jet black hair, some of it blending in with the white strands, growing more and more every week. I made a note-to-self to talk to her about it later.
I snuck up behind her and slid my hands around her hips and pulled her close, resting my chin on her shoulder. "Happy birthday to me indeed," I grinned. After jumping, she smiled back and let me sway with her. She held up a batter covered finger for me to taste.
I closed my eyes and mmmm-ed, then kissed her cheek, making more of a mess on it.
"I almost punched you just now, reflexes can be a bitch," she laughed. "First one will be done in five minutes," she smiled down at her mixing bowl. "And coffee's on the pot, black like you like it," she moved her hips as if to shake me off.
"Ooo, more than one?" I grabbed a mug for my coffee.
"You're not the only one who likes pie, dear," she kept mixing, looking down at the old, stained cookbook she had stolen on a case.
…
Sam
It was about three in the morning and I couldn't sleep, so I got up to get a drink of water and maybe read a book to make myself sleepy. After I grabbed a bottle of water, I neared the library and my steps became slow and quiet. I heard soft music being played on the record player. Just loud enough to float across the shelves of books and fill the room with a happiness it needed sometimes. There were only a few lights lit, making the room glow with a soft, orange haze.
The voice of Frank Sinatra singing The Way You Look Tonight, mixed in with the occasional laugh from my brother or Trinity. I peered in and saw them dancing around the room, Trinity pulled in close to Dean, her head resting on his chest the majority of the time. One of his hands holding hers by their shoulders and the other clasped around her waist, her other hand resting on his opposite shoulder. Their feet moving pretty smoothly except for when Trinity would trip on her own, but Dean would stabilize her and they'd keep going.
"Happy birthday, Dean," Trinity said softly.
I couldn't stop the smile that creeped onto my face as I watched them dance to a classic in their wrinkled PJs. Sometime's Dean would dip her, making her laugh, or twirl her and he'd do the same. Even from the distance, I could see the way they looked at each other, the love the looks withheld, the devotion. Here and there, I'd hear one or both of them sing a few words and usually follow it up with a laugh.
I grabbed the video camera Trinity had bought and recorded us a few times, just being silly most of the time, or she's just recorded the four of us in the car before. She said she wanted to remember some things, sometimes. So I decided this was a good one to capture. I only stood there taping for a minute or two, but nonetheless, it would be there to look back on.
As I went back to bed, listening to the soft music drift away, I thought to myself, how good our lives were, well for hunters anyway, right now. I smiled walking alone through the halls as I thought how, ever since Trinity came back, everything seemed right again, everyone was healthy, the world wasn't ending, and as far as I knew, no angels or demons were hunting any of us. It was a good feeling I hoped would last.
…
"No dude, listen to me, go around the back of the castle. They don't have any knights on guard. No-. No-. Sh, just trust me," there was a pause, "How did you die that quickly? Ugh, okay, I'm going to send you an extra life. Use it. Hurry! There's an ork behind you! Duck! Don't worry I have your back." The young woman with short, fiery red hair, a flannel over a Lord of the Rings shirt, and a quirky voice spoke into her headpiece behind the desk. She smiled at the screen in triumph and fist-pumped, "Yes! Peace out bitches!" at clicked another button making a voice on the game to say, "Next level."
"Charlie!" Dean called out walking towards her.
When she looked up from from her computer and saw the four of us walking toward her, a big smile painted itself across her face and she spoke once more, "I'm gonna pause the game- no, shut up, I'll be back later." She threw off her headpiece and ran around her desk and at us.
First giving Dean a big bear hug, then me, then Cas, but when she came to Trinity, I thought she'd pause. But she went right into another hug, taking Trinity aback, who just stood there in her arms like a plank of wood, going back and forth between smiling and confusion. Finally Charlie stepped back to look at all of us at once.
"It's so good to see you guys!" Looking specifically at Trinity, "Is that who I think it is?"
"Well, since you hugged her, I figured you knew," Dean shrugged.
"Well, yeah, but," she sighed, and then hugged Trinity again, a little less awkwardly this time. "I tried to Google her, but, hardly anything came up, except for some stuff about an apartment building collapsing and a family homicide. But I figured it was the wrong Trinity Scarborough," she chuckled. But looking at all of our faces, "Oh… not the wrong-" she trailed off, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" holding up her hands.
"You know what?" Trinity stopped her, "Don't apologize," she gave Charlie a warm smile shaking her head, in which she returned.
"Anyway," Charlie continued, changing the subject a little awkwardly, "So I looked up those books by Carver Edlund again and… what?" she glanced up at Trinity's confused face, mouthing "Carver Edlund?".
Dean cleared things up, "That's who God's pretending to be here on earth, you know, Chuck."
"Wait! You're telling me that Carver Edlund… Chuck Shirley… is… God?! Like, the big man upstairs… the all seeing eye… the guy on the tortilla?" Dean chuckled at Charlie's last add-in, but I confirmed.
"Yeah, that's the one."
"Oh my God," Charlie and Trinity said in unison.
"You mean to tell me God wrote those books about you guys with the hilarious covers?" Trinity was almost ready to bust out laughing. All we could do was nod before she did. "That's great."
"Well, you're in them too," Charlie smiled.
"Wait, what?" Trinity's laughter stopped.
"Ha!" Dean mocked.
"Well, it is the Winchester Gospel, and you are a part of their story. A big one might I add," Cas spoke up.
"Winchester Gospel?" Charlie raised her smiling eyebrows. "As in, 'Hey mommy! Guess what I learned about in Bible study,' Gospel?"
"I believe so," Cas squinted, raising an eyebrow trying to understand her fake conversation.
"I thought you'd be taller," Charlie looked at Trinity who was eye-level with her.
Trinity squinted at her, confused, for a moment, then rolled her eyes, turning to Dean. "I assume this is your fault, considering you tell everyone Cas is about yea high," she held her hand parallel to the floor in front of her eyes.
"Actually," Charlie interjected, reading, I just pictured you taller. It might have been how big your wings were described or something. I don't know," she chuckled. "By the way," she got on her tiptoes to try to look over Trinity's shoulder, to which Trinity glanced over behind her, raising an eyebrow, "Do you have those on you, or hidden, or-"
"Your senses are too dull to perceive them," Cas stated.
"Charlie fell back against her heels, "Oh."
I looked behind Trinity and saw her magnificent, red feathers and smiled.
…
"Duck!"
"I see no foul-" Cas was cut-off by a demon attacking him from behind.
"Cas, you idiot," Dean grumbled as he hoisted himself off the ground.
As Cas rolled around, fighting the demon, Trinity helped lift the table off of me. Then she turned around and called out to the demon, "Hey!" and flicked her wrist out. It was like an invisible hand smacked across the demon's face. The woman in scrubs with her brown hair pulled back in a pony tail slowly looked up from her position on top of Cas. Everyone kind of froze for a moment, not knowing what was gonna happen. Trinity just mumbled, "Shit," as the demon pounced.
She tackled Trinity and before she could fight back or use any of her abilities, the demon threw her across the kitchen of the restaurant we happened to be in. Pots and pans flew everywhere making loud bangs and clashes. The shelf she landed on and fell off of broke, causing everything to fall below it onto the hot stove. Trinity was lucky she didn't fall there with the utensils. Seasonings and colorings toppled off the shelf and some rolled off the stove top, others fell into a boiling pot of water that, going by the opened box of spaghetti beside the stove, was about to be used before we showed up.
As the last of the ingredients fell down, I watched a canister of salt tumble into the bubbling water followed by a box of multicolored food coloring. The water sizzled and then steam shot up.
Trinity stood up and looked around for a weapon. Dean and I have asked her why she doesn't use her powers more, and she just told us she would rather do the job right. If she has to, she will, but until then, she likes to use her regular hunter's skills. She says it makes her feel even more in control when she decides when and when not to use them. She spotted the pot of boiling water and looked back at us, holding up a finger very inconspicuously. She had a plan in her eyes.
As the demon went forward, Trinity turned and grabbed the handles and tossed the searing water at the woman. As her screams filled the room, they seemed to amplify and as the steam cleared, it was replaced with more coming from her skin. As she crumpled to the floor, we could see the multicolor sparkles glistening on her burnt skin. Not only was the water burning it, which didn't effect the demon, just the poor woman it possessed.
But then it clicked.
That glitter coating her skin was salt. When the salt and food coloring combined in the boiling water it made…
"Glitter?" Dean asked in a shocked, really?, kind of tone.
"Choke on some fairy dust, bitch," Trinity held her arms and hands up in an almost, come at me, motion with a devilish smirk.
…
Trinity
"Do you know where Cas is?" I peaked into the room I share with Dean, holding onto the threshold, one leg stuck out behind me for balance.
"I think he went in the kitchen. He said something about toast?" never looking up from the laptop he was using.
"Helpful, dear." I walked down the hallway and as I neared the kitchen, I heard a ding and an uncharacteristic yelp. I stopped for a second before running in with worry, but then seeing Cas sitting in the corner, his knees pulled up to his chest, trench coat flared out around him. He looked up at me with a startled, kind of annoyed expression. "Dean didn't tell me they did that," he nodded to the toaster with two pieces of golden brown bread sticking out with steam rising into the air.
Who knew, a mighty angel of the Lord, a soldier of Heaven, a powerful being that could smite someone with one touch, would be cared by a toaster popping.
…
_Author's Song Note_
"Water" by Pentatonix
As April came along, so did the rain.
Dean and I had gone after a lead while Sam, Cas, and Bobby stayed back at the bunker to research. We'd been gone all day and gotten a few things, but nothing too important. The lead ended up being not so much of a lead. Plus it had started pouring about an hour ago. We had just pulled up next to an open field surrounded by a decades old wooden fence. The moon was our only light, and lucky for us, it was full so it filled up Baby with soft, white light.
We were sitting in the front seat, while I had my legs pulled up on the seat kind of under me, kind of beside me, Dean had his arm around me, letting my head rest on his shoulder and his hand softly pass over mine. Sometimes between talking and joking, we'd just sit there in the moonlight, letting the rain thump against the Impala's shell, and if we wouldn't say anything for a while, it would almost send us off into sleep.
I gasped, "Dean!" startling him.
"What?" he blinked a few times, obviously he had been almost asleep.
"The karate teacher, he said that that one kid, what was his name?" I looked down as I snapped my fingers trying to remember, "Uh, Paulie? He said he had told him at the last practice that he'd been hearing voices, right?"
"Yeah?" he looked at me, wanting more explanation.
"Well, I saw this little, skinny kid in the back of the class, I didn't think he was doing anything, literally, he was so still and focused. But I thought for a minute I saw his lips moving ever so slightly."
"You think that little scrawny kid that Paulie pummeled is the one doing it?"
"It would make sense, we've all had those cases on the bullies and their victims."
I saw the realization cross Dean's face. Then he looked down at me, "You know what?" with a smile.
"I'm a badass? Yes, I know," I looked up grinning, and winked.
_Author's Song Note_
"Closer" by The Chainsmokers
Next thing I know, we're kissing, then Dean's lifting my shirt off and vise versa. I was leaning back as Dean was on his hands and knees, pulling my leggings off.
"You know," I started a bit breathlessly, "I bet there's gonna be some fighting skills involved with this case, like karate-ish."
As Dean started crawling up to near my face, he smirked and squinted seductively, "Then, you're so, gonna be turned on by my Batman skills later."
I couldn't hold back my laughter. That was until his lips met with mine, silencing both of us. As the rain pounded around us in an almost rhythmic beat, the windows began to steam up and our breathing intensified. His hands searched my body and the strength they held made me feel safe and secure.
He rubbed his forehead against mine and I felt his bottom lip that was lax, trail against my own. His hot breath, still lingering with apple, made goosebumps pop up around my neck and shivers made them trail down my spine and my limbs. He continued to kiss me as he cupped my cheek softly. I've always known how strong this man was, how protective, and how instinctive he is when it comes to those he loves. But it was times like these when he lets those walls down, when he lets himself become truly vulnerable. And that, that is what shows me how strong he really is inside.
Somehow I ended up straddling his bare hips and I leaned my forearms against his broad shoulders and cradled his neck, feeling his pulse beneath my thumbs. I rubbed my cheek against his and he gently bit my shoulder and his soft moans were coming from deep in his throat. His stubble tickled me and his fingers dug into the valley my spine made in my back and the indents from my shoulder blades. They passed over my tattoo and mine glided over his.
As we moved in unison, in our own special beat, my grip tightened on his skin. He made a quiet, almost whimper, noise in response and I felt his hands find themselves behind my neck and at my ass. He moved his body a little faster and a little more intense and I just let him. My body was almost all on him, as close as it could really be and my right hand wa resting over the handprint on his bicep. He looked down at it as he slowed again with a heavy sigh after he closed his eyes blissfully. He watched me cover what I could of Cas' hand slowly. He looked back up into my eyes as my chest rose and fell with euphoria. He seemed to just search them for a minute as both of our mouths hung open, needing for air. He brushed some stray hair behind my ear and let his palm linger on my jaw before covering the scar on my neck. I flinched just the smallest bit.
That made him hesitate just for a moment, but then as he blanketed the red handprint, it once again, became warmer under his touch. That always told me this was right. That whatever mess we're in and will be been, we're in it together, and for a purpose. We constantly support each other, mentally and physically.
Sam has told me before how often he's noticed I can get Dean to talk or even just let himself be consoled, when he can't. Sam's his brother, his everything, the reason he's gone on for so long. That makes me feel good, feel influential when I know I can open him up some more. But I know they all wish I would open up about something, something as in Limbo. But I just can't go back there yet, I can't return to that dark place in my mind. Things went on there that I don't know if I could even tell the boys. Things that I've tried to block from my own mind.
Dean's touch pulled me from my thoughts and I lost myself in the green depths of his irises. I looked down and he had gripped where Gabriel's handprint was with care. The look he had in his eyes as I met them again, showed me that he probably knew what my mind was on. It was like a way to bring me back to reality, to make me see that I'm still here with him. I gave him a small smile and tapped my chest where my heart beat underneath.
We cuddled, skin to skin, into the early morning and as the sun rose and we started to wake, I whispered in my sleepy voice, softly rubbing his collarbone.
"You make me so happy. In a way I can't quite describe. In a way the company of anyone else couldn't," and kissed his sharp jawline.
His eyes were still closed, but peacefully. A kind, tired smile spread on his face and he peeked one eye open to look down at me. He wrapped his arm tighter around me and clasped his other hand on my side, squeezing the bit of substance I contained. I've never thought of myself as beautiful, or anywhere near perfect or fit for Dean. But he constantly reminds me of it, of how he sees me and how perfect he thinks I am for him. Plus, I've found out, whether he knows it or not, Dean has a thing with girls with more on their bones.
He held me a while longer and we kissed softly and slowly. By the time the sunlight filled the Impala and the steamy windows began to clear, the sun reflected through the raindrops left on the glass. It made the cabin of the car light up with beautiful morning light and I could see that light glowing in Dean's green eyes. As we got buckled in and started driving, I just looked at him and then at the road ahead and smiled to myself.
…
Dean
"But Saaaaaaaammmm," I heard Trinity complain from the other room.
"C'mon Trinity, it's not that hard," my brother chuckled.
"But-" she grunted, "how… ugh, how do you get your leg up there?" That comment took me aback. I turned the corner with concern on my face I couldn't help but have. But I almost spit out my coffee when I saw Sam and Trinity on top of two yoga mats and a cup of tea beside Sam while Trinity had a cup of highly sugared coffee, the only way she'll drink it. I held back laughter as I watched Trinity struggle to do the yoga poses Sam was trying to make her do.
"How is this healthy?" her face skewed up as she tried to go into a position with her leg behind her.
"It stretches your muscles and relaxes you," Sam stated with a grin.
"It's doing everything but relaxing me!" she almost fell on her face. But as she kept trying she did, with an, "Oof!"
Sam laughed and I covered my mouth to hold mine back.
Trin propped herself up and glared at Sammy. He held out his hands to her, "Hey look! You're doing the cobra!" he teased.
She continued to glare and next thing he knew, Sam was getting knocked over by Trinity's massive wing. As he lost his balance, she laughed this time. "Now who's laughing," but then she saw me. "How long have you been there.
"Long enough," I chuckled before shaking my head and walking out. But then feeling a gust of air hit my back sending me forward. I swear she only used her powers to torment me.
…
"Four beers please," I leaned on the bar as I sat on the stool. Sam, Cas, and Trinity sat next to me.
"So, what are we gonna do about this daeva?" Trinity sighed as she sipped from her bottle.
"Sam rubbed his face and sighed too, "All I can really think about right now is sleep." We were all tired after spending all of last night researching trying to figure out what we were hunting. It took until morning and when we found out we went to go to the witness's house and she was dead. Torn apart and shredded in her own home.
"Well, I'll be right back," Trin stood up and cracked her back, her neck, and her fingers. I shook my head and chuckled, it was like listening to popcorn popping.
"Where are you going?" Cas went to stand.
She put a hand on his shoulder and he sat back down as she said something quietly in his ear. As she walked away, Cas cleared his throat, "She has to relieve herself."
Sam and I laughed as he sat there being his awkward self and we waited for her to return. As we drank our beers and chatted between tired silences, we then heard Trinity's voice coming from a few yards away. We all turned to see her leaning up against the wall, arms crossed, sassy look on her face, almost bored actually, and her foot tapping as this skinny guy in a pleather jacket and cowboy boots was way too close to her for my comfort.
"Hey!" I stood and yelled across the room, a few people looked as Sammy and Cas followed my lead, but the guy pinning her didn't. She glanced over at me and winked, holding up her index finger slyly.
We were close enough now that I could hear the conversation she was having and smell the alcohol on his breath.
"So, did it hurt when you fell from heaven, baby?" for a minute I thought I recognized the voice. I took another protective step forward.
"No, but I think I broke a nail crawling out of Hell," she smiled. I don't think the guy had any idea what to do with that.
But in his drunken state, he just laughed it off and scooted closer, making my fist ball up tightly and I felt Sam and Cas get closer.
"Why don't we go out to my car and I can show you who I really am."
"And who would that be?" she winked at me again.
"Get this, I'm a badass who kills ghosts and werewolves on a daily basis. I even know like, the best hunter's out there."
She sighed, obviously that wasn't what she wanted him to say. Before she could say anything else, he kind of fell forward, but didn't stop himself, and his lips attached themselves to my girlfriend's.
"You son of a bitch," I growled and that was it. I was letting her do whatever she had planned, but this just crossed the line. I reached out and gripped the skinny man's shoulder, pulling and turning him around to grab a handful of the front of his shirt. I reeled my fist back and aimed at his face. But when I ripped him from Trinity, and almost punched him, everything he said made sense. Also why he was so drunk.
"Garth?!" My voice came out surprised and confused.
"Dean! Sam! Angry man in a trenchcoat!"
"His name is Castiel, Trinity wiped off her mouth with disgust. "He's an angel." She gave Garth a dismissive look.
"Cool beans," he slurred his words.
"What are you doing?" Sam hunched his shoulders in question, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I stopped by to have a little drink and then I met this pretty lady," he, still in my grip, bobbled his head back to look at Trin dreamily.
"That pretty lady, is my lady, Garth." I rolled my eyes.
"Really?!" he sounded shocked for some reason.
"Why so shocked?" Trinity chimed in.
"It's just, you guys don't have that much luck with the ladies. Just sayin'. Especially you Sam."
Sam just swallowed and sighed frustratedly.
"Anyway," he lowered his voice to a loud, drunken whisper, "she's a keeper there Dean," he chuckled.
"Yeah, I know," I winked at her over Garth's shoulder as I propped him up on his feet. "Just don't go kissing her again, or I might have to kill you."
"I want to laugh, but I have a feeling you're being serious."
"Good hunch," I roughly patted the side of his head.
We talked for a long while, sitting at a table, sipping from our drinks, except for Garth who we cut off after his one beer he had had. We caught up and he said where he'd been off to, we actually introduced him to Trinity and Cas and we just had a nice long chat.
When we all walked out to our cars, Garth stopped be at the door behind the others.
"Dean?"
"Yeah, bud?"
"Two things. One, you're really one lucky son of a bitch."
"I know," I smiled at the pavement and glanced up to see Trinity playfully punch Sam and then as she went to get in Baby, she tripped on the curb and nearly fell on her face.
"I'm good, I'm good," she stood straight up and dusted off her hands and whipped back her hair before opening the door to the back seat with Cas.
"I know," I repeated with a laugh.
"And two, can I hug her? You know I'm a hugger, Dean. But I want to live too, sooooo…"
"Yeah, go ahead," I sighed. As he hurried off to wrap his arms around her before she got in, I added, "Before I change my mind," with a small grin.
When he hugged her, it took her by surprise and her arms were trapped at her sides, but after the initial shock and confusion, she gave a small laugh and stretched one arm up to pat his back awkwardly.
"See ya, Garth. Hope to see you again soon. It was nice meeting you. Hopefully we're both in good health then." She smiled as they parted.
…
Cas
"No. Sammy. That's the wrong direction. We have to go that way," Dean pointed down a drawn path on a map. They'd been arguing over which way to go for a while. They were huddled over the map while were standing in the pouring rain.
Well, I suppose I should say Trinity and I were standing in the rain. Instinctively when it began to pour, and we were stuck at a crossroads on a hiking trail, where we didn't want to be any longer than we had to. I've always felt like their protector ever since I went down into Hell to raise Dean from Perdition. But Trinity has as well. Especially ever since she's come back from the dead. It's like she almost has a new purpose to her, more than the one she already has with us. Everything about her has stayed the same, yet everything about her has changed.
She has new scars, new memories, new secrets. But, she's still her, the girl that's always been inside, no matter how many walls she put up. She has lost her thoughts of suicide and they have been replaced of thoughts of family and fighting. It makes me joyful to see her like this. She still has her nightmares and her low-points where she breaks down in tears. But that can only be expected, and she has us. Especially Dean. I smile when I see them together, smiles on their own faces. These three people mean the most to me in my entire existence and to see them happy. I have no words.
"Dean, listen to me. Your sense of direction is completely off-"
"I beg to differ! I drive us all around the country with ease. I'm tellin' ya, that's the way," he pointed again.
I looked over at Trinity and she met my eyes with a soft smile. She was hunched over in the rain, her dripping wet hair, hanging in loose, messy, soaking curls. The moonlight lit up everything about her from the rain giving her a silver, ethereal glow. She could have passed for a normal angel if not for her wings. She spoke to me through Angel Radio.
"Don't say anything yet. They'll feel bad when they figure it out," she winked. "Plus, it's not so bad," she grinned wider and shrugged, looking at to the sky, letting the rain fall on her face and drip down her neck.
Although I feel like she's my sister, or sometimes I even have a fatherly feeling around her, I do appreciate her beauty. She's not perfect in the way that humans portray in their magazines and fashion shows, but she's unconventional. Dean's told me about everything he finds so amazing about her, he might as well just say her entirety, but I understand his fascination. She truly is an angelic being, no matter what her blood contains.
"Fine!" Sam threw his arms out, "We'll go your way. But if we get lost or abducted, I'm blaming you."
As they prepared to leave, Dean looked around at the wet ground and greenery, noticing the gleaming rain coming down and how Trinity and I were in fact very wet.
"Wait, why…" he trailed off as he looked up slowly to see our wings shielding them from the precipitation. "Oh my God! You guys should've said something!" He shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around Trinity's shoulders and Sam did the same for me, but instead of directly putting it on me, he stopped and just handed it to me with a sort of awkward smile.
"Thank you, Sam," I covered my body with his large bomber jacket.
As we walked off, Trinity and I were in the center beside each other and she glanced over at me, with a sweet, yet mischievous smirk, "Sex and pie for a week," she giggled in our minds.
I looked over to Sam raising an eyebrow, then back to Trinity, "I hope not," I accidentally said out loud. Trinity started laughing loudly and snorted.
"What?" Dean questioned, "Are you guys doing that mind-ception thing again? The whole angel radio system?" he looked between the two of us.
As we continued our trek out of the woods, use used our wings to not only cover the Winchesters, but also each other, like always.
Metaphorically speaking.
…
"How are you guys doing back there?" Dean looked at me and Trinity in the rearview mirror.
Trinity mumbled some profanities and grumbled under her breath as she held the cloth that was stained red to her collar bone. We had just finished a case with a rugaru. Needless to say, we were somewhat beat up.
"This is all your fault, jerk," Sam pulled the improvised tourniquet tighter around his leg.
"Shut up, bitch," Dean wiped the blood that was dripping from his eyebrow with his sleeve.
"Trinity, could you adjust my coat around my wings?" I sighed. It was all bunched up in between them and I couldn't reach.
"Sure," she pressed the blood sodden cloth once more to her chest and shoulder area before instructing me to turn away from her. I did so and she moved the clothes on my back around and as her fingers passed over the base of my wings and the area between them, a strong chill shivered across my skin.
I felt her stop and heard a chuckle. Then she did the same thing, and the strange sensation trickled through my nerves again. Another laugh. "Cas?" her voice inflection went up as she said my name "Are you by chance ticklish between your wings?"
"If you're referring to the small bumps that have appeared on my skin and the tremor that coursed through me moments ago, then… yes?"
…
Dean
"Dean!" Cas' voice roared in warning. I turned to see the rakshasa heading straight for me. The rakshasa was hiding in an abandoned factory while it feasted on the townspeople. As I watched it's solid yellow-orange eyes, I pulled out the brass blade we had to find to kill it with. I poised for impact, knife in hand and braced myself. But before it's human body collided with mine, a flash of black and plaid tackle the monster with a grunt and thud.
The wind of her passing by, sent me back a bit and I could only watch as Trinity wrestled with the monster on the dusty ground. It snapped its tiger-like canines at her as she held it's throat down with one hand and reached behind her to pull her Stygian blade from the sheath on her back. As she went to bring the sword down, the rakshasa kicked her off and she did a backwards summersault and landed in a crouched position, one hand out in defense the other with the blade poised at the beast.
I took a step forward and Trinity winked at me, "I got this, help Sammy." I turned to look at my brother's condition, but Cas was already perched over his unconscious body because the monster had thrown him against the solid wall. Cas nodded at me letting me know he would be fine.
When I looked back at Trin, the creature lunged at her and pushed her up against the shelf behind her at the same time she shoved the enchanted blade through the monster's core. It was always nice to know she had that, because it could kill anything, especially now that she's learned the new trick to turn any weapon into angelic silver, other metals were easy.
It screamed and saliva blew on her face and she twisted the blade and it gurgled. She drew it out and it collapsed as she flicked the gooey, black blood off of the edge. She bent her back backwards a little and huffed, wiping the nastiness from her face with her sleeve and sheathed her sword.
I couldn't help it, but just watching her go full on epic, badass hunter was just so pleasing to the eye. My pants became somewhat tighter as she walked past me, her curvy hips swaying in exhaustion, chest heaving with her tired breath. She winked, looked me up and down, a smile filled with pride and mischievousness spread across her face as she rolled her eyes a little. When she passed by, her fingers playfully trailed a little below my waistline with a smirk on her lips. Apparently it was obvious how I felt at the moment.
I cleared my throat or coughed, it was kind of a mixture, and shuffled around for a second before following her, rolling my shoulders back and clearing my throat.
After waking Sam up, we headed home to the bunker, and Trinity toyed with me from the back seat, occasionally whispering something dirty in my ear. After a hunt like that, it was either going to be a good night's rest, or a late night for me and Trinity. I couldn't tell which between her yawns and her suggestive winks.
…
"Dean! Shut off the lights!" Trinity yelled at me in a whisper. I did as she said and crouched down next to her in the library.
"I don't understand the concept of scaring someone to make them happy," Cas stated.
"It's called a surprise, Cas," Trinity sighed, but smiled.
I could smell the waxy fire scent from the candles, and the sweet smell of homemade icing. I could smell Trinity's natural citrus and vanilla aroma next to me. I could hear the small fires burning on the cake because it was so quiet. Then I could hear footsteps getting closer. I looked beside of me and smiled when I saw the big grin on Trin's face.
As the tall figure I knew so well turned the corner, we all hopped up and yelled, "Surprise!" and Trinity followed it up with an excited giggle. Sam stopped in his tracks and after lowering his hand he had put up in defense, he adopted a toothy smile.
She walked over to him, looped her arm in his, and kind of drug him after her. "Happy birthday, Sam!"
When he reached the table with a simple white frosted cake with green details that Trinity made, I gave him a big hug. "Happy birthday, Sammy," patting his back.
"I hope you enjoy the anniversary of your birth, Sam," Cas gave a small smile and an awkward hug.
Sam chuckled and looked at the cake and us, "Thank you guys, you didn't have to do this."
"It was Trin's idea," I shrugged, winking at her. Was that a blush I saw?
Sam just looked down at her, love in his eyes. It felt so good to have them in my life. The person I've protected my entire life, the reason I get up everyday, and the person who seems to take care of me, more than I can take care of her. I've never really had anyone to take care of me, not fully, Sam does, just, not the way I mean, but I appreciate him for what he does. So having Trinity around to do that, makes life a lot better.
We celebrated Sammy's birthday the simple way. We ate the cake, we gave him our gifts; from me, an iPod I bought with one of our many cards, from Trinity, a new flannel.
And from Cas, "It's to 'ward off your inner demons'," he quoted the clerk that he bought the dreamcatcher from.
"Uh, thanks, Cas…" after he waved the strange reason, Sam took it graciously and would wind up hanging it on Baby's mirror.
We spent the rest of the night watching Game of Thrones, eating popcorn, and just enjoying the little things in life like we rarely got to do. Trinity played with Sam's hair and pulled it into a "man bun" and in a strange voice, with her chin pressed down as close to her neck as possible, mumbled, "Sexy," and we all laughed. Sam and I argued over licorice, Trinity fell asleep of Cas' shoulder and I knew this would remain as a very happy memory for us for a long, long time.
…
"Oh hold still," I held Sam's head down against the pillow.
"Why are you making us do this again?" his squished cheek distorted his face a little.
"Because. I'm bored."
"Then go art somewhere else," he complained.
"You won't even feel it. Let alone see it."
"But-"
"It's not like anyone but us will be seeing your back anyway."
"Well…"
"Sammy?!" I dramatically gasped and I quickly lowered myself to his ear from my position of straddling his back so I could get a good angle to draw. "Are you getting laid?"
"I'm not celibate," he laughed as best as he could with me on top of him.
"Who…?" I drew out the word in question.
"Do you remember Kelsey?"
"The little girl from that shifter hunt a few years ago?" Dean joined the conversation now.
"Turns out she's not so little. She was lying about her age to protect her father."
"I always thought she looked older than she said," I tilted my head in consideration. "So how old is she actually?"
"Your age."
"Dang," I held out the word in shock.
"I mean even you still get asked if you're a senior in high school," Dean pointed out.
"True, true," I nodded. After a somewhat awkward pause, "So! How is Kelsey?"
"She's good. Like we've had happen before, she kind of became a hunter-"
I cut him off, "Wait, what? Why?'
"Her father was killed a year or two after we saw her. A shifter of all things." As he said that I thought how much she must despise shifters by now. I've always felt some sort of sadness for them, without wearing someone else's skin, they are just monsters, no one loves them, yet they're still somewhat human. Then again, it's not their fault they're the way they are. I can relate.
"Dude, you better watch out for her," Dean nodded at Sam and took a sip of beer.
"Why?" he asked confused and somewhat offended, probably knowing what we were about to say.
"Because like sixty four point two of your… romantic interests… have died… that's not even counting the ones that lived but weren't human…" I trailed off as Sam kind of glared at me over his shoulder. "Sorry, but I'm not wrong," I shrugged and bent back down to continue drawing on Sam's back with henna paint.
We talked a little more about Kelsey and how she cut her hair really short into a pixie cut, how she actually has pretty colorful vocabulary, and how it's been a few months of them seeing each other.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Dean asked as Sam got up off the couch to grab his.
"Wait!" I interrupted, "Let us appreciate my art for a moment, Mr. Modest," I joked and Sam brought his arms and t-shirt back down to turn around and show us the henna tattoo I drew on his back. It was a mandala, but a manly one. At least that's what I was going for. And that's what I told Sammy. "Okay, you may continue," I washed off my brush and instructed Cas to sit on the couch. I wasn't gonna make Cas strip. He gets uncomfortable.
"Because, if anything did happen, I didn't want to burden you guys."
"I'm sure nothing's gonna happen, Sammy," I winked.
We ended up putting on Game of Thrones as I gave Cas a henna as well, but on his arm. Dean made popcorn and we all just chilled.
After I finished Cas', I made Dean lie down on the couch and I already knew I was going to go overboard with his and I laughed silently in my head.
We binged several episodes and as the night turned into early morning, Dean had fallen asleep, slightly drooling on his pillow. Sam's wrist was going to ache in the morning with how he fell asleep in the chair. And Cas, well Cas is the reason why I woke up from my position, cuddling with Dean's back.
I just kind of sensed his presence in my sleep and lifted my head to look over to the bookshelves. "Cas?" my sleepy voice questioned. "What are you doing?" I rubbed my eyes and got up, trying not to disturb Dean. He rustled and repositioned, but stayed asleep.
"I can't sleep," he kept his eyes trained on the words in an old book.
"Something on your mind?" I walked over to him.
"I can't sleep.," he repeated.
I was about to ask another question, but then I remembered, "Angels don't need to sleep. Oh."
"I actually have envy of many human characteristics. Sleep being one of them. And the taste of food." He nodded to the empty popcorn bowl, "What did that taste like to you?"
"Salty, buttery?" I tilted my head when I looked back to him.
"I tasted molecules. Every one of them. Sometimes," he sighed, "Sometimes I feel like I'm not even alive." He closed the book and sat in a chair.
My eyebrows furrowed in sadness. "Cas, hey," I kneeled on the floor and leaned against his knees, "Of course you're alive. This is you," I gripped his hand, "Jimmy's been gone for a long time now. You're the thing that keeps this body going. Bodies don't have souls, souls have bodies. There's a reason everytime you come back or regenerate, it's in this body." I rubbed my thumb across the back of his hand and cupped the side of his face. I smiled, "Have you tried sleeping?"
"Yes."
"Oh," I thought for a moment. "C'mere," I grabbed his hands and pulled him up from the chair, leading him over to we're Sam and Dean were sleeping. As I let go, I flicked my wrist and fingers to make a few pillows and blankets fly across the room to the floor in front of the couch. "Here, lie down."
"Trinity, it won't work-"
"Just shut up and get down," I grinned and rolled my eyes.
I barely heard him mumble, "Assbutt."
I giggled as he made himself comfortable on the bedding. I kneeled down next to him, putting three fingers to his forehead, closing my eyes.
"Trinity, I'm telling you-" his sentence was halted when his eyelids started to close slowly and his muscles relaxed. Before he knew it he was dreaming. I stood and smiled down at the sleeping angel. Between me and Dean, I forced myself to find a way to ease our nightmares, and I ended up coming across a way to force sleep even on those who don't require it.
I backed up and got back to snuggling with Dean on the couch.
…
"Can I have a medium butterscotch. He'll have a medium apple pie. He'll take a medium butter pecan. And he'll have a medium blue moon," I smiled at the girl behind the counter. She had to be a junior in high school. She nodded and turned to collect our ice cream orders.
"Did we really need to stop for ice cream?" Sam leaned against the wall.
"Dude, is that even a question?" Dean asked in an accusatory tone.
"Cas, back me up, do you need that ice cream?"
"Well, I'm extremely old, I think I'm entitled," Cas stated as he reached for the blue moon ice cream the young girl was handing him. Sam just shook his head in defeat, a small, exaserated smile on his lips, and took his butter pecan. Dean adopted a big smile as he took possession of his apple pie, excited hunger in his green eyes.
"Thank you," I smiled and took my butterscotch waffle cone from her in exchange for the cash.
…
Sometimes I ponder to myself how, with my life, my luck, my blood, I can be so lucky to have this gorgeous creature beside me. As I lay beside him night after night, after he's fallen asleep, I just watch him, his rhythmic breathing, his eyes moving beneath their lids with vivid dreaming, his facial expressions changing along with those dreams.
Yeah, it sounds creepy when I say it that way. But he's my person, I giggled to myself as I let my fingers brush across his hairline along his cheek. He unconsciously moved his head like a cat being pet, ever so slightly. I just loved admiring him. His beauty amongst all of the shit in our lives. I brushed the ever growing white strands of hair away from our faces because they were tickling his nose and I didn't want to get sneezed on. I kept pushing the strange, new coloring out of my mind because I was too happy right now to let it get in the way. When the time came, and I knew it would sooner or later, I would deal with it then, whatever that meant.
So I continued to observe my sleeping Dean until his content, lullaby of sleeping habits lulled me to sleep too. The late morning sun, being the only thing to wake us he next day.
…
Dean
"This can only mean one thing," Sam had an epiphany in the shotgun seat of Baby as we drove down the road.
"Porn," I stated without thinking.
"What? No," it caught Sam off guard and warranted a back-of-the-head slap from Trinity in the back seat.
"Ah! Dang woman," I couldn't help but smirk at her face in the rearview mirror.
"He means it's a kelpie you dunce," she leaned back in the seat with Cas.
"Yeah, so," Sam sighed, "Happen to have your swim trunks with you?"
"No," Cas had a confused, yet worried expression.
We drove to the local beach in the town that this kelpie was hunting in. And when we pulled up to the boardwalk, Trinity jumped out with a smile. After closing the door quickly behind her, she ran towards the soft, tan sand while pulling her shirt up and over her head revealing her neon green bra.
As the three of us got out, Sam glanced over at me with a little smile, "She has no social filter, does she?"
"Not really," I chuckled right before I followed her footsteps.
Sooner or later, we all had joined her in the surf, in our underwear, but oh well. Except Cas who didn't really understand that this was for fun and it'd be better not to get all of his clothes wet. But as we waved for him to come join us from the Impala, he disappeared and materialized behind us knee deep in the water, trench coat and pants now soaked.
"You are not getting in my car like that," I pointed at his drenched clothing.
"I'm an angel, Dean," stating with an 'obviously' tone, acting as if I automatically assumed he would just use his mojo to dry off.
_Author's Song Note_
"A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri
The next thing I knew I was being tackled face-first into the salty water. I came up sputtering and turned over, pulling myself up the bank a little so I wasn't in threat of being covered by another wave. But I had a cute parasite attached to my chest and shoulders. Her wet, tangled curls falling in her face and tickling my skin. I pushed the mess out of her face, up and over her forehead, letting my hand glide back and down her cheek. She giggled and her nose squinched up and I felt a big smile spread on my own face.
We looked at each other for a minute and I twirled her hair in between my fingers. The sun was setting, making the water glisten on the horizon and on her olive skin. Her sweet smile filled my stomach with butterflies, although I'd never say that outloud, and the bright sun ignited her eyes in a way that I've only seen a few times. Everything was just so golden.
Our lips met without a second thought and it was like we were some college couple on spring break. We got into it and she pushed me down against the cool sand, her fingers pressing against the skin on my shoulders, running through my hair, the pads of her thumbs rubbing against my jawline. But best of all, her body all against mine, her lips encapsulating mine, the softness of her inner thighs squeezing my hip bones, her long, dripping curls shielding us from the world, hiding us within our own little space.
A very loud cough, like a throat being cleared, made it's way through our utopia. She looked up and I stretched my neck to raise my eyebrows and look behind my head. Sam and a soaked Cas stood awkwardly.
"I'm gonna go get us a room," Sam rolled his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Better make it two," Trinity mumbled under her breath with a devilish smile. I had to laugh at that.
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," Sam voiced up while walking away.
"I'll just, wait here, then."
"C'mon on, Cas!" Sam called from his walking position already a few yards away his long legged strides taking him away quickly.
"I take that back," he turned on his heel and followed Sam like a lost puppy. Trinity and I just laughed at this whole scene.
…
_Author's Song Note_
"Tear In My Heart" by Twenty One Pilots
It was late August, and it finally a hot, sunny day. We had recently gone through a heavy thunderstorm and there was mud everywhere we went for this case in the backwoods area of Kentucky.
"We're so dirty," I sighed as we got out of Baby, who was equally as mud-covered.
"Don't say that in front of Sammy," Trinity winked.
"Oh my God," Sam mumbled, closing his eyes, and shaking his head.
We all went inside to get cleaned up and eat. After I showered and grabbed a bag of chips, I walked around looking for Trinity. I bumped into Cas around the corner and asked, "Hey, where's Trin?"
"I'm not sure," Cas squinted at me. "I'm going to go cleanse myself, Dean." He nodded and walked past me. I hadn't realized that he was still covered in dry mud.
"Hey Dean!" Sam called from behind. I turned around and his brows were furrowed as he proceeded toward me. "Where's Trinity? She's supposed to be helping me research."
"I don't know. That's what I'm trying to figure out too." We seemed to have the same thought. Always the worst case scenario. We rushed off down to the garage and heard rock music blasting. Our running slowed down and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Good thing she's been down here the entire time," I shook my head and stepped forward.
When we turned the corner I stopped in my tracks as a big grin spread on my lips. "Look at that," I gestured to her, "My baby washing Baby."
Trinity was cleaning all of the mud off of the Impala with a hose, a bucket of water, a rag and sponge. Old fashioned. So very sexy.
"Hey Trinity!" Sam called out, cupping his hands over his mouth to make his voice louder to try to reach her over the blaring music. She popped her head up, raised eyebrows, lips poised in mid-lyric. A few cute, damp curls hung around her face from her incredibly messy bun, and I had to look her up and down. The tight fitting and water spotted blank tank top, revealing her cleavage and the jean shorts coming mid-thigh, her bare feet making little, wet footprints all over the concrete. The misty water that had fallen on parts of her body didn't help tame my fascination, the glistening of her clavicle, her arms, her face, her legs. I heard my own longing sigh. Then I felt an elbow in my side, I looked up at Sammy and he rolled his eyes at me with a smile.
"You're suppose to be in the library," he said after she turned the music down. He tilted his head down with a caring, yet mischievous grin, raising one eyebrow.
"I know," she dropped her hands to her sides with a sigh and smile. "But the mud isn't good for her," she gestured at Baby behind her. "I'm almost done I promise," she adopted that 'but wait I can explain' stance, holding out her arms and bending her knees a little, giving him a little grin, tilting her eyebrows down at the ends trying to be convincing. Sometimes I couldn't get over how adorable she was.
"Fine, get cleaned up after and meet me in there," he winked and as she turned the music back up and started the water again, he turned around so our shoulders, facing opposite directions, were almost touching. He looked straight forward with a face that was a mix between, playfulness, happiness, and something that said, "so done". "I'm going to leave you two, and by your stance and expression, I'm going to warn you, don't keep her too long."
"You sound like a dad," I laughed and shoved him before he continued out and I, toward my two babies. She must've thought I had left with Sam because as I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder, she jumped and faulted in her lyrics.
"Sonovabitch!" she twisted her neck to see me and after the initial shock, she smiled and elbowed me, in which I think she meant for it to be playfully soft, but apparently she didn't know her strength. "Oops sorry," she apologized after I made a noise from the impact.
"You're so perfect."
"I'm far from perfect, Dean," she continued to wash Baby as I held onto her and closed my eyes, taking in her scent.
"Maybe, but you're perfect for me," I kissed the soft, bend in her neck.
"Shut it, ya softie," I felt her skin move across mine into a smile before she started spraying me with the water too, laughing and snorting undoubtedly following.
…
_Author's Song Note_
"Never Let Me Go" by Florence and the Machine
One night, as the heat of the day cooled down a bit, I woke up from a bad dream to find the space beside me in bed was empty. The sheets still ruffled from where her body was lying. I got up, wondering where she was and as I passed the library, I saw a petite figure standing all the way at the end in the moonlight from the observatory.
Her shoulders exposed by the grey tank top, gleaming in the pale light, the shine of the black curls on her head, the glistening of the pearly white strands growing more and more present everyday. A clump of those strands twirling in and out of her slim fingers. Her large red wings, poised gracefully behind her in tiredness. Her curvy body silhouetted, her hips adorned with a pair of baggy red and shades of grey, plaid pajama shorts. Half of her hair up in a loose, raggedy ponytail, the other half falling all over her spine and neck.
She was looking up at the moon and just gazing. As she turned slightly so I could see an angle of her profile, the simple beauty of her resting, yet somewhat concerned look still stunned me. I debated whether or not to disturb her for a while as I observed her graceful breathing. That was up until I saw her eyebrows furrow in sadness and her chin quiver. A hand shot up to cover her lower facial area, the other holding the opposite elbow. She seemed to try to suppress her crying and she'd go between squeezing her eyes closed to opening them up to the sky, glossy with tears. Her shoulders shook and she hunched over letting the silent sobs ricochet through her body.
I rushed over and wrapped her up in my arms and she let it happen after jumping at first. She collapsed into my chest and I could feel the tears wetting my t-shirt. I didn't ask questions yet, I knew I needed to let her just cry. The closer we get to a year from her resurrection, the more she seems to be changing, whether it be her hair or her sadness making more of a presence.
We stood in the silent moonlight, her cries and my comforting noises, the only sounds. I rubbed her back and held her tight, as if she was my life support in the middle of the ocean. Soon after we sat against the wall, she being curled up on my lap, she calmed down. As I pet her hair back softly and slowly and rubbed her arm and hip, I felt her breathing slow to the melody of sleep. I carried her, arms under her knees and against her mid-back, all the way back to bed, her arms circled around my neck. As I met her under the sheets, I curled right up behind her back, wrapping my arm over her body, pulling her as close as possible.