“Sam! Dean! Look out!” You shouted as you pulled yourself into a standing position. This particular witch you were fighting was nasty. She was pretty strong, being able to throw you through the wall and into the dinning room. It seemed Sam and Dean didn’t hear you in time as they were sent flying back as a black cloud slammed into their chests. The witch laughed before turning to you with a… caring smile? You frowned and aimed your .45 at her.
“Now they will understand the struggle.” Was all she said before she up and disappeared.
“What the heck kind of witch is this?” You muttered placing your gun in the holster on the back of your jeans....
“Mmph! Dean, what are you doing?” Laying across the angel’s stomach, Dean shot him a toothy grin. “Gettin’ comfy. Why, am I bothering you?” Placing his book gingerly on the bedside table, Cas sighed, running his fingers through the hunter’s rather fluffy hair. “No, you could never bother me, but why are you laying on me?” “‘Cause you’re ignoring me and I’m bored.” Dean moved into the touch, almost purring and his eyes closed. “I’m not ignoring you, I’m reading.” Cas smiled softly at his lover’s reaction. “Not anymore.” came a murmured reply. “Not anymore.” Cas agreed. His fingers moved about, massaging Dean’s scalp. As Cas reached ...