Hello everyone! Here you go, two in one day.
This one doesn't relate to the previous, it just comes after it. During Season 2 or 3, but before "Fresh Blood."
Please enjoy.
Dean had driven about seven hours until the four arrived in Roseburg, Oregon, where Sam had found a newspaper article about a man who shot through the heart and lived for three days. Nearly the whole car ride, Bri was on her cell phone taking calls from various angels.
"Hello?... Speaking... No, I haven't heard from him in a while... Have you tried-... Okay... I can give him a call... Any messages?... Alright, I'll be sure to tell him... Okay, bye." Bri hung up.
"Who was that?" Celeste asked.
"Cochabiel was asking about Mikhal." Bri replied, dialing a number.
"Hello, Mikhal." Bri smiled. "It was Cochabiel this time... Said something about Friday?... Okay... Just tell Cochabiel yourself, okay?... Alright, bye." Bri sighed as she hung up.
Dean pulled into a parking spot and everyone got out.
"So why are we here?" Celeste asked, closing the car door.
"Local stories of attacks probably done by a werewolf." Sam replied, pulling his bags out of the trunk. Dean followed and grabbed his bags.
Sam quickly got the group a room at a motel and started researching to find where the werewolf was hiding.
Sam was sitting at the table, on his laptop. Dean was laying on his bed, watching TV. Celeste was half-hanging off the bed, complaining about nothing. Bri was sitting in a chair, legs crossed and eyes closed. She was taking deep breaths, concentrating on something.
Bri cell phone rang. Once. Twice.
"Are you going to get that?" Dean asked, a little annoyed.
It rang a third time.
Dean rolled his eyes when Bri held up a finger.
On the fourth ring, Bri swiftly picked up her phone and answered the call.
"Hello?" Bri asked calmly. "Yes, it is… I see… I will… Thank you… Goodbye." She hung up.
"Who was that?" Celeste beat Dean and Sam to the punch.
"Doesn't matter. The werewolf is at 327 Lincoln Road." Bri rose from the chair and walked to the door.
"You want us to just go on your word?" Dean asked, standing up abruptly.
"You don't trust my word?" Bri turned around.
"Well…" Dean paused, throwing his hands up. "You're not exactly the trustworthy type."
"Excuse me?" Bri was a little taken aback. "I have protected you and Sam more times than you know. Trusting me should be the easiest thing for you to do."
"Excuse you, but we never asked for your 'protection.' Sammy and I have done just fine without you." Dean raised his voice.
"Everyone needs to calm down." Sam tried to smooth out the situation.
"Let's take our minds off this by killing a werewolf, hm?" Celeste offered.
"Fine." Dean shoved past Bri and grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair at the table. "But you're meeting us there." Dean jabbed a finger in Bri's direction.
"That is ridiculous!" Celeste cried out.
"You, too!" Dean pointed at Celeste.
Celeste opened her mouth to protest, as did Sam, but Bri spoke first. "It's fine. Come on, Celeste." Bri urged. "We'll be waiting." Bri narrowed her eyes at Dean and the two angels disappeared from sight.
Sam immediately turned and shoved Dean. "What the hell was that about?" Sam practically yelled.
"What do you mean?! It was all true, and you know it!" Dean pushed Sam away from him.
"Do you even know what you're saying?" Sam fired back. "Ambriel is a good person and a great angel. I don't see why you don't trust her."
"It's just that…" Dean paused. "Suddenly angels are interested in us? I mean, come on…" Dean came up with horrible reasons and he knew it.
Sam sighed and started to pull out the puppy dog eyes.
"Do you just have a grudge or something against anything that isn't human?" Sam asked as Dean loaded weapons into his bag. "Ambriel has orders to protect us. I'm pretty sure if anything happened to us, her head is on the chopping block."
"Do your saying she's only protecting us because she wants to?" Dean asked without turning around.
"That's not what I am. I'm sure she under orders but she seems to love being with us." Sam tried to reason, and it was starting to work.
Dean let his head drop, shoulders droop, and hands slowly stop moving. He turned around. "It's just hard to trust someone who isn't family."
"I hear ya." Sam tried to lighten the mood. "Want to go? Because now the angels are waiting."
Dean half-smiled. "Yeah, let's go."
Both brothers got in the Impala and race to where the angels were waiting.
It was only a ten minute drive, so thankfully Bri and Celeste weren't waiting for long.
Dean walked straight up to where Bri was standing. "Hey, listen. I'm sorry I yelled and said all those things. I do trust you and I appreciate all that you do for me and Sam. I think it's amazing that an angel would actually like trying to survive with us. So...?" Dean looked pleadingly at Bri.
"Honestly," Bri started, "the first four words of your speech was all I needed, but apology accepted."
Dean smiled, looking down at the ground.
Bri stood on her tip toes and kissed Dean on the cheek. "Let's go kill a werewolf." She slyly smiled.
~Later~
Sam and Dean were getting settled to go to sleep for the night at the motel. Dean looked out the window and saw Bri leaning against the side of the Impala. What made Dean curious was the fact that Bri wasn't on her phone or anything, she was just standing there. Her arms were crossed and she stared at the ground.
Dean left the motel room and walked up to Bri, two beers in hand. "Hey."
"Hey." Bri lifted her head but didn't uncross her arms.
"Something wrong?" Dean asked.
"Celeste and I have to be gone in the morning." Bri replied.
"How long will you be gone?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Bri replied.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked.
"Heaven." Bri replied.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"I can't tell you." Bri replied.
"Well…" Dean handed her a beer. "Bon voyage."
Bri took the beer and then Dean tapped his against hers. Dean took a large sip of his beer, but Bri just held onto hers, thinking about something.
"I've been thinking about what you said earlier." Bri paused. "Was that all true?"
Dean stopped mid-sip. "Of course."
Bri let out a tiny giggle. "You're so sweet."
"I'm not sweet! I'm… I'm…" Dean tried to find the right word.
"Rough n' tough?" Bri offered. "A lone wolf? Or an alcoholic porn lover?"
Dean looked at her funny.
"Well you sure looked sweet when I kissed you on the cheek." Bri stated.
"It must have been the heat of moment." Dean tried to defend himself.
"Heat of the moment, huh?" Bri smirked and uncrossed her arms. She turned and faced Dean. "Are you going to be sweet in the heat of this moment?" She asked slyly.
"What-" Dean started to say, but Bri cut him off.
She pressed her lips to his, resting a hand on his neck. Bri pulled the beer bottle out of Dean's hand and let the two bottles disappear.
Dean wrapped his hands around Bri's waist and deepened the kiss.
Both slowly pulled away.
Dean looked around. "Where are we?" He asked quietly.
"My place." Bri replied. "My little slice of Heaven."
The two were now in an all-white bedroom with gold trim.
"Fancy." Dean complimented.
"Thanks." Bri smiled, moving in closer to Dean.
Dean cupped Bri's face and tilted her head back and passionately kissed her.
They both paused, out of breath.
"I love you." Dean whispered.
"I love you." Bri whispered back.
~The Next Morning~
Dean woke up on a white bed with Bri tucked neatly against his body, one of his arms wrapped around her protectively. Bri looked up at him.
"Morning." He said, smiling.
"Morning." Bri smiled, kissing the space in between his collarbones.
Dean rolled over so he was on top of Bri. He kissed her in quick succession. "I love you."
Bri bubbled with laughter. "I love you, too." She wrapped her arms around Dean's neck, weaving her fingers into his hair. Dean dropped his head and pressed his forehead against Bri's.
"I don't want you to go." He whispered sadly.
"I'll be right back. I'll try to be quick." Bri replied.
"Promise?" Dean asked.
"I promise." Bri replied. "I won't stop protecting you, I swear. Those are my orders."
"Good." Dean replied. He kissed her gently on the lips.
"Mm. You taste sweet." Bri joked, biting her lip.
"Sweet? Seriously?" Dean asked.
Bri pushed Dean off of her and got on top of him. "Just kidding."
Dean slyly smiled and went back to kissing Bri. After spending a moment in each other's embrace, Bri stopped.
"You know I love you, right?" Bri asked.
"Yeah." Dean looked confused and concerned.
"No matter what, you will love me?" Bri asked.
"Of course." Dean replied, the concern multiplying.
"Good. Because here's the message I was supposed to give you." Bri sighed.
"You mean the one from way back when?" Dean asked, putting a hand on Bri's hip.
Bri nodded. "So here goes," she paused, "watch out for your brother."
"I always watch out for Sammy." Dean was confused.
"That's not what I mean." Bri shook her head slightly.
"Then what-" Dean was cut off by Bri's finger on his lips.
"I love you." Bri bent down and kissed him one last time, soft and gentle.
Dean closed his eyes and savored it. He opened his eyes.
Dean found himself in his motel room, on his own bed.
Sam walked out of the bathroom. "Hey, sleepy head."
Dean narrowed his eyes and looked around the room.
"What?" Sam stopped buttoning his shirt.
"I was just with Bri, and now I'm here." Dean pointed out.
"So she teleported you here?" Sam asked.
"I guess." Dean agreed. He whipped the covers off and got out of bed. "Is Celeste around?" He asked.
"No, she left late last night. Said she had to go and didn't know when she'd be back." Sam answered, finishing buttoning up his shirt. "Did Ambriel go with her?"
"Yeah." Dean replied. He pulled on a shirt and pants.
"Is everything alright?" Sam asked.
Dean paused and looked at Sam. "Yeah." Dean buttoned up his shirt. "Ready to go?" He asked, impatient.
"Yeah." Sam grabbed his bag as Dean crammed all his stuff into his bag.
"Good." Dean hustled out of the room with Sam at his heels.
The two got into the Impala and drove away.
I hope you liked it. I know what you're thinking! Finally some Dean/OC that you've been hoping for! They're so cute together.
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