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You shuffled into the Bunker kitchen in your pjs, to see Dean at the table brooding over his cup of coffee and Sam staring at his laptop, as he ate wheat toast. Grabbing a cup and pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you walked over sitting next to Dean who remained focused on his coffee. You could tell he was in no mood to talk.
“So Dean, how was the hunt last night.” You knew he didn’t want to be bothered, but in the last few years you had living with him in the bunker, you knew if you didn’t ask him questions, he wouldn’t tell you anything.
“Fine. Normal. Run of the mill.” You knew that meant it wasn’t fine, abnormal, and not run of the mill. There were casualties or things that could have been different, but you knew you weren’t going to get more out of him at this time. Turning to Sam, you smiled. “So Sam, how was the hunt?”
Sam looked up and you could see he wore guilt on his face too, but he wasn’t the kind to let it build up inside of him, unlike your green eyed lover. “It could have gone much better, but we did save everyone, but someone got hurt, and will probably have a disfigured leg for the rest of their life.”
You knew what it felt to be disfigured, having lymphedema. Your leg was swollen and pitting In some areas. Keeping it in compression garments or wrapped with foam and ace bandages helped, but it would never be medically curable. Dean had suggested on numerous occasions that you ask Cas to heal you, but you decided since it was battle scars from cancer, and until it got worse, you will keep it wrapped and compressed until it got you much. You felt guilty that you knew an angel who could heal you, while the rest of the world suffers. “I’m sorry Sam. I know that is tough on you both.”
“I know you do and we appreciate it. Thanks.” Sam takes a swig of coffee and smiled. “So how did it go here?”
You smile. “Business as usual, except for the phone calls I kept getting from a Candy, who works at The Jockey strip club, asking for agent Hot Stuff.”
“Hot stuff?“ Sam was smiling. Dean’s lips were still pursed. You knew if you could get him to smile, things would be normal between you two by the end of the day. “Yeah! Hot Stuff. I corrected her though. I said ‘it was Holt Stoff. Holtstoff.’ Out the corner of your eye, you could see Dean’s lips start to twitch and you knew he was trying not to smile. “Candy kept blabbering that Agent Hot Stuff was supposed to meet her after he was done with his interviews for that day, but he never showed. After the eighth call, I finally told her to cease and desist calling here. She kept saying how gorgeous he was. I finally said, ‘I just don’t think he’s into you.’” You turned to look at Dean. I wonder why that is, Dean?“
Dean was smirking and looking right at you. “You know I had to do something to keep her away. I was only flirting with her to get information.”
You smiled as you leaned in wrapping an arm around his bicep, while your other arm slipped under the table to rub his thigh gently. “I know Agent Hot Stuff.”
You all three bursted out laughing at that moment. Sam was nodding his head. “I can’t believe that worked.”
Dean laughed. “As soon as I saw her, I knew that it would.” He turned towards you and pecked your lips. “Thank you for the idea.”
“You’re welcome.” Normally Sam and Dean used classic rock musicians, expanding to pop culture names over the years. You suggested they use names that were funny when you pronounced them, like Holtstoff. ”So, when do you get done with your brooding Agent Hot Stuff?”
“What about now?” He smiled as he leaned in and kissed your lips again.
Sam got up, clearing the dishes. “Have a good day guys.”
“We will Sam.” You smiled and blushed. You were anticipating excitedly for after hunt sex with Dean. Since they got home late the night before, Dean came into your shared room to see you were still asleep, so he crashed as well.
As soon as Sam left the room, Dean stood up and you heard, “I’m taking you in for questioning.”
Smiling, you turn around putting your two wrists together. “Anything for the government, Agent Hot Stuff.”
“You better damn well be prepared for anything.” He smiled, getting up, grabbing you up, throwing you over his shoulder with your ass in the air..
You shrieked when he smacked your cheeks as he headed out of the room.