CHAPTER TWO
They had been walking for what felt like days, though in reality it had only been a couple of hours. Dean was reeling after learning that Cas had a daughter. And that his daughter had just given him a run for his money. He realised it was only his size advantage that had given him a leg up. Well that and the fact that she was holding back from using her powers. A Nephilim! He wished Sam were around so he could get some intel on what exactly that meant.
The girl was strong and, given a rematch, he really wasn't sure he could take her.
"Hey Dean, you wanna keep up?" Benny said, slowing to wait for Dean.
"Uhh, yeah. We should rest here for a minute." Dean replied, surveying the dismal landscape and rubbing a hand across his shoulder.
He was sore and tired and wanted to be out of purgatory. Looking ahead, he focused on Cas and the girl he had introduced as his daughter. They hadn't had much time for the meet and greet as they'd been attacked by a group of Shtriga just after they'd sorted out that Cas preferred Dean not to kill her.
"What's wrong Dean? You a little tired after getting beat up by a girl?" Benny drawled with a grin and a wink.
"Hey, if you remember, I was about to win." Dean retorted, glaring at the vampire, then looking up as Cas and his daughter rejoined them.
Overhearing their conversation, Casey said, "Congratulations, you can beat up a girl half your size. Gold star for you, big guy."
Dean took a step closer to Casey and glared down at her, "Well maybe you shouldn't have attacked me."
Casey refused to back down. Straightening to her full five feet four inches, she closed the distance between them and stood toe to toe with him. "Well maybe you shouldn't punch people. It isn't nice you know."
"Ok, you two. Wanna keep it down?" Benny interjected. "One angel was enough to put up a neon sign and now we have two! What say we not draw more attention to ourselves?"
"The vampire is right." Cas nodded, eyes narrowed as he looked ahead, "We need to keep moving."
"Tell that to Echo here," Dean said with a smirk.
"Casey. My name is Casey," Casey said in annoyance. For some reason, the man couldn't say Economou."Just because you can't pronounce my last name doesn't mean you can stick me with a stupid nickname."
"We need to leave. Now." Cas repeated, ignoring Dean's new nickname for Casey.
"Fine, let's go, Echo," Dean turned to make sure she was going to follow.
"Hey Dean," Casey called. Once Dean was facing her, Casey wasted no time in landing a wicked left hook to his jaw. "Don't call me Echo."
Dean watched her catch up with Cas and Benny as he began to follow. He rubbed his jaw but still had the smirk on his face. There was something about this girl. Something he liked. He broke into a full blown smile as he jogged up to the rest of the group.
Sunday
0946
Men of Letters Bunker
Lebanon, KS
It took a full minute for Dean to reorient himself from the vivid memory of purgatory. He shifted on the couch as Casey mumbled something incoherent and buried her head between his chest and a convenient pillow. He smiled, feeling her in his arms and reflecting on his dream. The memory of their seemingly endless trek through purgatory had only served to remind him of why he loved her so much. She'd blown him away with her spunk and determination as they'd fought side by side against all the monsters purgatory could throw at them.
Letting his hand rest on her hair, Dean glanced at his watch. Almost ten am. Can't remember the last time I slept in this late, he thought as he yawned and let himself relax. Nowhere he particularly needed to be at the moment and the only reason he could think of to move would be to get something to eat.
Great. And now I'm hungry.
Dean closed his eyes, attempting to ignore the sudden craving for bacon. He tried to remember what they had in the kitchen. Was there any bacon? Or they could just go out for breakfast. Nah, he didn't want to suggest that because he wasn't sure Casey was up to it anyway. Glancing around the room, Dean shifted slightly and wrapped his arms around Casey. They'd both fallen asleep with all the lights on and he only vaguely remembered seeing Sam and Bennett the night before. He knew they were safely inside the Bunker and from there he hadn't cared much what they'd decided to do. As exhausted as they'd looked, he figured they'd crashed somewhere too. The Bunker was silent which meant that he was probably not getting his breakfast served in bed, or on the couch, this morning.
"We have gotta stop sleeping on the couch." Dean groaned as he stretched out his arms above his head.
"Cffffffffy. Pwezzz bweeee cfffffffy."
Dean looked down. Casey had just mumbled something into his chest. He poked a finger at her shoulder and asked, "You trying to exorcise me or something?"
Casey grunted, then moved so her face wasn't completely covered. She mumbled, slightly more coherently, "Please bring me coffee…"
"I think we have some."
"Think?" Casey twisted and looked up at him, suddenly more alert. "You think you have coffee? Please tell me you have coffee."
"Well, as I said," Dean grinned, "I think I do. I'll have to go to the kitchen if we want a confirmation of that fact."
"What happened to room service?" Casey moaned, rubbing her eyes and contemplating going back to sleep.
Dean pursed his lips and shrugged, "Think they took the morning off. Shall we?"
"I suppose so. I am rather comfy, though."
"I know." Dean nodded, "But I'm not." He shifted her gently into a sitting position next to him. He groaned as he stretched and rubbed his side. "I may need a chiropractor."
Casey looked at him sympathetically and said, "I'm sorry. You want something?"
"Bacon. Coffee. Ibuprofen." He nodded, assessing her. She looked rested, not so pale, eyes still shadowed, but bright. Probably still needed a few more days to catch up on her rest, but he felt relieved to see her looking so much better. He sat up and asked, "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Rested." Casey smiled. "Not ready to take on anything except the coffeemaker, but I'm good, Deano. I'm really good."
"Good. So breakfast?" Dean stood up, feeling muscles protest his movement. "Provided we actually have anything edible in there."
Casey allowed him to pull her to her feet, only slightly unsteady and weak. She followed him into the kitchen, praying for coffee. Glancing around, she said, "This is a nice, rather utilitarian, kitchen."
Dean nodded, and handed her a bag of coffee. "The Men of Letters weren't exactly gourmets, but it works." He opened the fridge and said, "Looks like we have some eggs. Not sure the milk is good for cereal."
"I can do eggs." Casey smiled. Scrambled, at least. "Please let me start with the coffee, though."
Pointing at the coffeemaker, Dean gave her a quick kiss and said, "I'm going to run and see if anyone else wants breakfast."
"Mmhmm." Casey smiled, inhaling the scent of coffee.
He grinned, then headed down the hall toward the bedrooms. Everything was still quiet in the bunker, so he assumed Sam and Bennett were still sleeping. Rolling his shoulders, Dean momentarily regretted not having made it to his comfy bed last night. Reaching Sam's room, Dean found the door cracked and he peeked inside. Bennett was under the covers, sound asleep, and spread across the entire bed. Smiling, Dean left the door cracked open and started back down the hall toward the guest bedrooms.
He paused in surprise when he reached his own bedroom and found the door open and the light on inside. Looking into the room, Dean grinned. For a second he was tempted. No, for more than a second actually. He was extremely tempted to dump a bottle of water on his brother's head. Sam was face down, sound asleep on top of his own bed. Sam still had his boots on and looked like he'd fallen asleep immediately upon hitting the inviting surface. Given that he'd driven the entire trip from Chicago, Dean couldn't blame him for being wiped out.
Turning the light off, Dean softly closed the door to his room and headed back toward the kitchen.
Sam was just getting dressed after a quick shower when his phone buzzed. Text message. He sat down on the edge of Dean's bed and glanced at the message. It was from Bennett.
You up? :)
He smiled and texted back Yes. Good morning!
It's almost noon.
So it's still morning. Hungry? He texted back, wondering even as he did why he didn't just walk down the hall and talk to her. But then his phone buzzed again and he grinned.
Starving. How come they didn't bring us breakfast?
Sam stood up and texted back Because they're probably still asleep. I'll go see what we've got.
Breakfast in bed?!
Yep. Sit tight.
He got another smiley face from Bennett as he hurried down the hall. Expecting to find his brother and Casey still asleep on the couch, Sam was pleasantly surprised to find coffee in the pot and scrambled eggs on two plates in the refrigerator. He grabbed the plates and reheated the eggs and the coffee. Finding a large cookie sheet in lieu of any fancy serving tray, Sam decided it would have to do. Whistling as he worked, he managed to make the breakfast look relatively glamorous even on utilitarian plates and leftover fast food napkins.
Heading out of the kitchen, he took a quick look around and didn't see anyone. Dean and Casey's bags were still dumped next to the couch, but there was no sign of them. They were either making out somewhere he hoped not to run into, or taking a tour. At least they'd left some breakfast, so he wasn't inclined to care too much what they were doing.
Knocking on the half-open door, he stepped into his room. Bennett was still under the covers and waved sleepily at him as he walked in. She pushed herself up a little against the pillows and smiled, "Hi."
"Hi." Sam smiled and sat down next to her.
"Wow." Bennett said with genuine awe as she looked at the spread.
Sam was rather proud of himself for thinking of the cookie sheet. He said, "Breakfast in bed, as promised."
"I've never had breakfast in bed." Bennett said, reaching for a cup of coffee. Her expression flickered, though, as she took a sip.
"Bennett?"
She shrugged, "I just remembered. I did have breakfast in bed once."
"Yeah?"
"It was my tenth birthday." Bennett nodded slowly, staring at her cup. "My mom brought me...well, she didn't bring it exactly. The maid carried it in. The cook made it. My mom just presided over it, gave me a kiss and then left with my dad for Europe for the next month."
Sam frowned, gut twisting in disgust. "That's terrible."
Bennett smiled, "Actually, it wasn't so bad. Things were always better when...when they weren't around. They hated each other and my dad hated me. I don't think my mom really cared about me one way or another. She'd deal with me, you know, if she had to. Usually she didn't have to."
"I'm sorry." Sam squeezed her hand.
"It's ok. It was a long time ago. This is much, much nicer, Sam." Bennett smiled again, reaching for a fork.
"Well, I have to admit, I didn't make it. Apparently Dean and Casey were already up and scrambled up enough eggs for all of us. So hopefully Casey made the eggs because if it was Dean…"
Bennett's eyes widened, the fork halfway to her mouth as she asked, "He's not really a bad cook, is he?"
Sam shook his head, "No. He's a surprisingly good cook." He thought back to
that burger Dean had made not long after they'd found the bunker. "He's a really great cook actually. You need to ask him to make burgers."
"For supper tonight?"
"You can ask him. We'll probably have to run and get food of some sort today anyway. I think this was about the sum total of what we had in the kitchen." They ate for a few minutes, then Sam asked, "How're you feeling today?"
"Better." Bennett nodded, squinting a little, "Just the headache."
"Still?"
"Yeah. But I think it's getting better." Bennett wrapped her hands around the coffee cup.
He nodded, studying her. She looked worn out. And he didn't think she felt as good as she was trying to pretend she did. He said, "Maybe we should have Casey…"
"I'm ok, Sam." Bennett interrupted. "Really. I'm sure it's just from the concussion."
"Casey healed you back in Chicago." Sam said, not buying it.
"And we drove all night and maybe I'm just overtired." Bennett yawned. "I'll talk to Casey if it gets worse, ok? It's not too bad and she's still recovering too."
"Ok." Sam nodded, "But you have to tell us if anything changes, right?"
"I will. I promise."
Sam wasn't convinced, but he let it drop. For the moment.
Men of Letters Bunker
"I can't believe you have your own dungeon!"
"Right?" Dean grinned, thoroughly enjoying Casey's reactions to all the hidden treasures of the bunker. "I couldn't believe it at first either. Comes in handy, I have to admit."
"I bet." Casey nodded, sipping her coffee and leaning against the shelves. She thought about everything she'd seen so far on their tour of the bunker and mused, "Do you ever, you know, sometimes just get this weird flash of how absolutely freaky our lives are? I mean, we're staring at what is essentially exactly what you said. A dungeon." She sighed, looking up at Dean. "And we think it's as normal as a family room."
Dean considered her words for a moment, then shrugged, "I guess so. It's just that this has been my life. It is normal to me. I mean, I've never had my own dungeon before, but otherwise, yeah, this is pretty normal."
"Me too." Casey smiled. "I have to say, being in a relationship with someone who completely gets me and this life, my life, is a welcome change."
"Agreed. I think it was destiny." Dean teased. He led her back out of the room and into the hallway.
"No, it was purgatory."
"True." He leaned down for a quick kiss. "So you wanna see the gun range now, Echo?"
"Absolutely!" She grinned and followed him down yet another hall. I think I'm going to need a map...
By the time they reached the gun range, she knew she was going to need a map. Standing in the doorway to the room, she tapped a finger against the doorframe, cursing the fact that the bunker had such amazing cell reception considering it was a deep dark hole in the ground. And cursing the fact she'd bothered to have her cell phone on her. She should have just ignored Yvette's call. Dean cocked a gun behind her and Casey spun around and shot him a warning glare. She didn't need him shooting in the background.
"No, no I understand." Casey said to Yvette as she rolled her eyes at Dean. He looked a mixture of impatient and excited. Literally bouncing from foot to foot, he was motioning frantically to her. She gave him a one second motion and turned away. "Look, Yvette, I understand, but you need to understand where I'm coming from too. This year is my sabbatical. I have been in the office more frequently than I had planned but that has been for research. With everything that happened at the museum...I just don't even know…"
"Yvette. Yvette! I will come back as soon as I can." Casey ignored Dean's sudden shocked expression. "But right now I need time. I told you already. I was in that attack at the Gala and right now...right now I just need some time to regroup. It was a lot to go through. I will call you. Yes. Yes, I will. Ok. I know. I hear you...I will call you. Yvette? I'll call you. Good bye."
"Wow. I don't like Yvette." Dean said, then proceeded to drill five perfect holes in the target. "She seemed tense."
"Her museum was just attacked by monsters. Demons." Casey slid the phone in her pocket and put her hand on her hip. "Of course she's tense."
Dean grimaced and set his gun down on the counter. "Yeah. Ok. I guess she's got a right to be tense."
"Yes she does. And the cops are, of course, not buying any of the witnesses stories about black eyed monsters. Yvette doesn't have a clue what really went down. All she knows is she has a major PR nightmare on top of a lot of dead staff and guests."
"I get it." Dean nodded, leaning back and hopping onto the counter. He shrugged, "But why's she yakking to you about it? It's not your problem."
Casey snorted. "How is it not my problem, Dean? I'd say we were kind of a big part of the problem. Not to mention the fact that I'm an employee. I have a responsibility."
Dean shook his head, "Responsibility? You saved them. End of responsibility."
"No it's not. It's my job."
"Well you don't need a job now."
Casey's jaw dropped. She stared up at him and asked, "Excuse me?"
"What?" Dean shrugged, surprised at her indignation. "What's wrong?"
"I don't need a job now?" Casey folded her arms across her chest, feeling suddenly irritable. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Um...that you.."
"Just stop right there." Casey waved a finger at him. "Don't you dare say it again. That I don't need a job. What? You think I'm just going to be a stay at home girlfriend? You don't think I'm going back to Chicago?"
"No." Dean said, then regretted it when he saw the flash of anger cross her face. "What? You were planning to go back?"
"It's my life. My job, Dean." Casey said, taking a step closer to him. "I worked my entire
life to get where I am today. I have a amazing career…"
"I thought hunting was your career…" And that I was your life. He shook his head and slid off the counter. "Echo, I...I don't understand…"
"You don't understand that I have a life that I may want to go back to?" Casey asked, heart pounding. She hated the way she was feeling, but couldn't stop it. Everything...it was all just reminding her...of something, someone, she wanted to forget about. Someone who had tried to control her, to make her his perfect little… Casey shook her head. That wasn't Dean. Nevertheless, she couldn't deal with it right now. She said, "I don't want to talk about this."
"But we are." Dean said, catching her arm as she turned away. He said gently, "Casey, we're talking about it. Don't...don't lock me out. Please. I'm not him."
Casey felt something deep within her relax as she looked up at him. Her muscles relaxed as he rubbed her arm, finally taking her hand. She took a shaky breath and said, "Dean."
"Yeah?"
"Maybe now isn't the time…." She squeezed his hand at his hurt expression. "But I'm not locking you out. Ok? I just...I think we've been through too much. You know? Just we need to step back a bit and then, then we can discuss it when we're not overtired and coming down from a hunt."
Dean nodded, "Ok. Yeah. You're right." He pulled her close into a hug and kissed the top of her head, "Not a good time. I'm sorry."
"Me too." She wrapped her arms around him and breathed easier. "I never thought this would be...so difficult. Relationships shouldn't seem more challenging than a salt and burn."
"I know." Dean agreed. "But if we can take out ghosts, zombies, fairies and every other evil thing, we can make this work."
"Fairies?" Casey's eyes widened, "You aren't serious."
Dean grimaced at the memory and nodded, "Oh I am, trust me. They're not all cute like Tinkerbell. Mean. Just plain mean. Even if it was kind of sexy…" He cleared his throat and didn't finish his statement when she raised an eyebrow. He shrugged and said, "Nuked it on high for sixty seconds."
"Uh uh, you did not!" Casey laughed.
"Oh I totally did." Dean grinned, "Microwaved that evil little…"
"No way!"
"Sixty seconds on high equals one extra crispy naked little fairy." Dean grinned, arm
around her shoulders as they headed back upstairs. "And there you have it. Foolproof way to gank a fairy."
Casey shook her head, "I'll add it to my list. I had no idea they were real."
"Yeah. Real enough. Big fat pains in the butt." He shook his head, turning at the sound of footsteps from the living area. He saw Sam heading their way and called out, "Dude, if you drooled on my pillow I will shoot you. Why were you sleeping on my memory foam anyway? We do have guest rooms you know."
"Do you know where the extra sheets are?" Sam asked, then frowned, "Do we even own extra sheets?"
"I don't know, Martha Stewart. I also didn't know I still had to tell you to keep out of my stuff. Thought you outgrew that when you went to college." Dean smirked.
"You're always going through my stuff." Sam rolled his eyes, "Besides, you weren't using it."
"What are you, five?" Dean asked, completely ignoring the fact that Sam was right. He did go through Sam's stuff.
"Whatever, man." Sam shook his head. "Thanks for breakfast, by the way."
Dean grinned, "It was good wasn't it?"
"It was eggs, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes. "Speaking of which, that was all the food we have in the kitchen. Bennett wants burgers for supper so we were going to run to town and grab some food."
"Get beer. And chips. And we're probably low on toilet paper too…" Dean added, then grinned sheepishly at Casey.
"Uhuh." Sam nodded, looking as uncomfortable as Dean. "Ok, ok I get it. We need everything."
"Yeah and while you're there," Dean grinned, "get pie."
Later that evening
Casey heard something hit the floor in the kitchen and she fervently hoped it wasn't her burger. She was starving and it seemed like Dean and Bennett had been in the kitchen working on those burgers for an extremely long time. Listening to their laughter, she smiled and reached for more chips. If they were having that much fun, she'd suffer with the chips and dip for a bit longer. She dropped a spot of dip on her notebook and huffed out an irritated breath. Wiping the drip up with a napkin, Casey sighed as she looked at her notebook.
It was just an unfortunate reminder of the tiff she and Dean had had earlier. Work. Life. And two apparently very different viewpoints on what she should be doing about her life and work. It still bothered her, remembering how Dean had seemed to imagine that she was never going back to Chicago. Never returning to her life. And it bothered her that she seemed so bothered by the idea of his idea of her staying here permanently. This was all so much easier in Purgatory, she mused, staring down at her notes. She needed to get back to work. Casey yanked her ever present ponytail holder off her wrist and twisted her hair up into a messy bun.
"Why do you always put your hair up when you're working on something?"
Casey looked up as Sam dropped heavily onto the couch next to her, extending one of the two beers he carried. She accepted it gratefully as he turned the television on. She said, "It gets in my way. I don't know how you stand it." She smirked, considering his hair, "I have an extra ponytail holder if you want to borrow it."
"My hair isn't that long, Casey." Sam shook his head and stole some chips from the bag next to her.
"Yes it is." Casey raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, Sam. There is only room in this group for one head of fabulous hair."
Sam took a drink and stared at her, eyes skeptical. He finally asked, "Your point?"
"Time for a change." Casey held up her fingernail scissors. Lame, but they were all she had with her. "Snip snip."
He laughed, "That's hilarious."
Casey rolled her eyes, still brandishing the scissors, "Yeah. Well, I'll find a real pair of scissors."
"Um, yeah, thanks. I'm good."
"What if I said I went to beauty school for like two weeks." It had been more like a week and a half, but who was counting? "Then would you let me cut your hair?"
"You did? But no, I wouldn't."
"No I didn't." Casey grinned, getting to her knees on the couch and looming over him with a cheesy grin, "Come on Sam!"
Sam raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head, "You're nuts."
"Snip snip…" Casey leaned closer and he jumped up from the couch, a grin on his face.
"What exactly do you think you're doing, Miss Economou?" Sam asked, munching on another chip as he backed away from her.
"What needs to be done." Casey said in a deep, menacing voice. She tried to sound intimidating, but she couldn't help but smile at the ludicrousness of the situation. What in the world had even put this in her head? But then Sam tried to grab the scissors and suddenly it was game on. "Not happening, Winchester."
Sam shook his head, "Yeah, well you're not getting anywhere near my hair…"
Casey jumped over the coffee table and Sam took off running in the other direction. Everything else was quickly forgotten. Life. Work. Her fight with Dean. She was laughing too hard to think about any of that. Sam had just dodged past her and nearly tripped over a chair. Casey burst out laughing and started running toward him again but suddenly Dean stepped out from the kitchen and caught her around the waist.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to run with scissors?" He asked, his voice amused, but his expression confused as he looked from her to Sam who was smirking at her from the couch, having taken possession of the bag of chips.
"Yes." Casey nodded, letting herself ease closer to Dean. She grinned, "Though, oddly enough, she didn't have a problem with knives."
"Uh huh. So what exactly did we miss?" Dean asked as Bennett headed to the couch with a couple plates.
"I was trying to cut Sam's hair." Casey explained, "I failed."
"Ha!" Sam shot her a triumphant smirk as Bennett sat down next to him, her expression as confused as Dean's.
Dean laughed, "Next time, I'll hold him down and you can do the cutting."
"Good luck with that one." Sam shook his head.
Bennett frowned and said, "I like it. Leave him alone."
Casey's jaw dropped, "Hey, what happened to female solidarity?"
"What? I can't help it." Bennett grinned at Sam, then reached for her burger.
Casey rolled her eyes and followed Dean back to the kitchen for the rest of the plates. They rejoined the others and Dean said, "I should grow my hair out. What do you think, Sammy?"
"Try it and I'll hurt you." Casey winked at him.
"And she can too." Sam warned.
"Shut up Sam." Dean pulled Casey onto his lap, "No one asked you."
"You just…"
Sunday night
Men of Letters Bunker
Lebanon, KS
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Come on…" Dean groaned, his arms around her shoulders.
Casey grinned up at him and said softly, "I'm an old-fashioned kind of girl, Deano…"
He kissed her cheek and whispered, "You're my kind of girl is what you are, Echo. You need anything?"
"Nope."
"So you need a blanket?"
"I found the extra bedding."
Dean was surprised, "We have extra bedding?"
"Apparently."
He sighed and kissed her again, "If you get lonely…"
"I know where to find you."
"Or cold…."
"I know where to find you." Casey laughed and gave him one last kiss before opening the door of the guest room and pushing him away. "Go to bed, Dean."
She closed the door behind her and sank gratefully onto the bed. Another good night's sleep was exactly what she needed. Pulling the covers over herself, Casey blinked up at the ceiling, thinking back over the events of the day. She sighed. It was good to be safe, good to be with people who cared for her. Even so, she couldn't help it when her mind travelled back to Chicago and thoughts of her job overwhelmed her.
Rolling to her side, Casey squeezed her eyes closed and tried not to think about any of it. But it was difficult not to when she knew she had a report to finish for Yvette in the morning, and when she thought about how much Dean seemed to be bothered by her continued interest in her job. She didn't like the fact that they'd had a fight about it. Her mind started to wander between memories of purgatory, thoughts of her life before going to purgatory, and what was happening right now. Casey pulled the comforter around herself more tightly as she tried to skip over certain memories.
Because a face kept popping unbidden into her thoughts. Jake. Casey punched the pillow, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position. Of course there was no position that could keep her stupid mind from thinking about him. About the way he'd tried to control her, to keep her from any kind of a life except one fully devoted to him. She'd broken away, finally, and lived her own life without a second thought of him. Until lately.
And she hated herself for even the vague suggestion that there was any similarity between Jake and Dean. Because there wasn't. Really. But she couldn't deny the fact that Dean's overprotective streak was beginning to suffocate her. Sighing for the thousandth time, she turned over once again to try to find a comfortable position. She'd been at it for hours. The bunker wasn't like her apartment. The bed was ok, but the noises were different. It was almost too quiet without the familiar sounds of the city to lull her to sleep. And then as if on cue, she would be on the edge of sleep and the bunker would make a noise that would make her jump.
"Ugh, forget this!" She groaned and threw the covers off after fighting against her thoughts and the unfamiliar setting for hours.
She got up and went to the door. Opening it, she winced as it creaked open. She hoped she didn't wake the boys. Their hunter ears were trained just like hers. Any strange noise at night, and they would wake up. Opening the door just enough for her to slip out, she tiptoed down the hall to Dean's room. His door was cracked open so she quickly slipped inside and closed the door behind her.
Casey smiled when she looked at him, fast asleep under his covers. He is so cute when he sleeps, she thought to herself. She walked to the side of his bed and slipped under the covers. She laid next to Dean and stared at him, feeling her body relax. Just as she was about to fall asleep, a strong arm wrapped around her body and pull her close.
"Thought you were old-fashioned," Dean mumbled sleepily.
"Shut up."
Sorry for the lousy formatting...i have been having internet and computer issues. just had to buy a new laptop and the formatting is screwed up but I can't fix it. grrr... so annoying. Hope you enjoyed the chapter nonetheless! Chapter 3 probably will be posted tomorrow or Tuesday. :) Thanks for reading!