Chapter Twenty-One: He-Killed-Hitler Party.

A few hours later, as they neared the bunker, Bobby cricked his neck, catching a glimpse of the backseat. Sam was listening to something on his phone; Cas was staring out the window. And Reina – was sleeping, her head leaning on Sam, and her feet up on the seat in a cocoon.

"Look, Dean," Bobby nodded towards the backseat. Dean turned back, carefully, one hand on the wheel and the other on the seat.

"Hmmm... Take a picture," Dean threw Bobby his phone, who promptly clicked a picture with the flash on, snapping Sam's attention towards them.

"What – what are you doing?"

"Nothing," Bobby smiled. Sam looked at Reina, who he had seen fall asleep uncertainly, so he had quietly laid her head on his side.

"She was – he was going to say right, but he thought better of starting that conversation. "brave." He ended up saying.

Bobby nodded. "She is." He leaned back and stretched his feet.

"Are you okay, Bobby?" Dean asked with concern.

"Yeah, I'm good. Cas fixed me up."

"I'm worried about her." Cas joined the conversation. "I healed her injuries, but I worry if the stress -

"Yeah, well, this is why you don't hunt," Dean cursed under his breath, but they all heard it anyway.

"Dean. Come on. You can't still be mad at her." Sam sighed.

"What did you say to her?" Bobby asked. "She –

Dean's ears perked up. "What did she – did she say something to you, Bobby?" He tried his best nonchalant voice.

Sam nudged Bobby, both noticing his interest.

"She didn't say much to me – She was just feeling bad about shouting at you."

"Oh?" Dean spoke involuntarily but quickly toned down. "Ahm, I –

"She's mighty sad about it. Wouldn't talk to me about it, though." Bobby shared a small smile with Sam. Both of them knew Dean tended to flare up, but he was kind. "Maybe you should talk to her." Bobby quietly added.

"What am I going to say, Bobby?" Dean mirrored his question to Sam.

"Just talk to her. Tell her the truth." Bobby advised. Sam was about to say something, but right then, Reina stirred. "Hey." Sam turned towards her.

"Uhm – are we there yet?" She sat up, still a little sleepy.

"Just an hour more," Dean replied.

She rubbed her eyes, yawning. "Is there any water?"

Sam, the dutiful one, had carried a water bottle in the Impala. "Here."

She gulped down half the bottle.

"How are you - are you fine?" Cas was the first to ask.

"Yeah, Cas. You healed me." She smiled up at him.

"I healed your body. What about, uh –

"Up here?" She pointed at her head. "Yes, Cas. I am. It was scary, but everything is fine now," She said.

Cas felt like she was going to say more, but she decided otherwise. Perhaps later, he thought, as he shifted to let her have more space. But just as he resumed his stare-outside-the-window, he felt a small hand slip into his, holding it tight. He didn't look away from the window; he just returned the pressure with a squeeze, holding it tightly.

Sam noticed the gesture and wondered what it meant. Sometimes trauma brings people together; sometimes, it breaks them apart. Sam just hoped it wouldn't shatter this girl.

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Back at the bunker, everyone began to shuffle to their rooms quietly, but Reina stopped Sam. "Hey," she softly said, beckoning him away to talk, as Dean disappeared to his room.

"We gotta plan the party." She said. "The I-killed-hitler Party, of course." She answered his confused face.

Sam smiled mischievously. "What do you have in mind?"

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Later that day, Sam and Reina went to town under the excuse of a food run. Cas and Bobby were in on the plan, of course, and when Sam and Reina were about to return, Bobby lured Dean away to help with fixing his car, promising Sam about an hour before Dean found out.

"It's done, He's out of the way," Cas informed Sam over the phone.

"Good, we're just reaching the bunker."

And in a matter of twenty minutes, the three of them – Sam, Reina, and Cas had transformed the library and the war-room into Party-zone. 'He killed Hitler' banners, with Dean's face, hung from walls. Party hats and booze and pizza and of course, Pie, decorated the table.

Bobby and Dean walked in, on Cas's summons, and met a large chorus of "Surprise!"

Dean stood transfixed. "This is – Wow. Wow. Thanks guys!" He walked around, taking in the banners and his not-so-attractive pictures. "Where'd you even get these pictures?" He pointed to a weird picture where he held the hilt of a sword, with an extremely constipated expression. "Is that – am I pulling out the sword?"

"Crazy pictures curtesy of Reina," Sam waved towards Reina. She'd taken one look at Dean's happy face and turned around blushing. Her heart couldn't take it, so she focused on opening the pizza boxes. But all her attention was in the conversation going on around her.

"She had a few screenshots from uh, her old phone. From the show." Sam smirked, and the boys turned to look at her. She was resolutely setting plates, determined to not look at them.

"Here," Bobby handed him a bottle of beer. "To killing Hitler." He passed another to Cas.

"Hear, hear," Sam raised his beer; the four of them clinked their bottles, smiling at each other. Once he had taken a swig from his beer, Dean glanced over at Reina, who was looking at him. She quickly turned away, but not before Dean saw a little smile and her blushing face.

A little knot loosened in Dean's heart at the sign that Reina did not probably hate him altogether. But somehow, he could not bring to dispel the red flags about Reina that he had been feeling.

He couldn't describe it; it was a feeling, a gut feeling, of danger, that he felt around her. He was familiar with this sort of emotion – it was either a Kevin Tran case or a Gadreel case. And he didn't want it to be either.

Soon they were all digging into the food, and Dean was in a great mood. They all laughed and told Reina stories about old hunts and times with each other. Bobby was regaling them with a story when he went in to help out the boys, and it turned out to be – "A trickster, right, had these two snipin' at each other, like an old married couple," Bobby was saying, "So by the time I came, I had nothing but these two idjits as my biggest clue."

Reina was laughing so hard, there were tears in her eyes, and she was already laughing even before Bobby continued. "Oh, this is hilarious!" She almost knocked down her beer, and the boys looked sheepish as Cas looked on with a small smile.

The party broke up once the four were thoroughly hanged, each taking their separate ways.

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It was in the early hours when Sam knocked on his brother's door.

"Dean?" Sam entered the room, "I uh – Jody just called."