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“Honey, I’m Home!” Dean chuckled as he entered. The kids went running to him, allowing him to scoop them into his arms. Sam heard his obnoxious call and wandered from the kitchen over to him. “Dean! Always good to see you.” Sam pulled his brother and his kids into his arms. You never had an opposition to Dean, except for the fact he was always bearing unfortunate chaos. Last time he was over he brought your 5 year old son a dirt bike, and gave you wonderful news that Sam had fallen off said bike and broken his arm (and that's just a simple example of his chaos). You love Sam so in turn you love him…just not a lot.
“Dean.” You nod towards him. He smiles. Sam walks over to you and wraps his arm around your waist. You can feel him pinch your side, telling you silently to “let it go and relax”. You just smile. “Why are you here?” You let a sigh slip as you say it and in return Sam pinches you again. Dean smiled wider, “Well wouldn’t you like to know?” He laughed. Your facial expression is unwavering. He cleared his throat and rubbed his eye, he knew he messed up. “ok.. uh I’m here because i have news”. You rolled your eyes and stepped out of Sam’s reach, “Are you serious?” Sam cleared his throat and the tension in the room rose.
Your stare could pierce bone. Sam, and his passive self, looked towards the children as an escape. “Kids, let's give uncle Dean and mommy some space.” He gathered them both and carried them to their rooms. Your attention snapped right back to Dean, “Dean, you know we love you, but every time you come to this fucking house, you bring nothing but tragedy”. He sighed and shook his head, his sly smile disappearing only to come back when he got closer to you. He patted your shoulder and headed off to find Sam.
Following down the hall off the doorway where the kids' rooms are, you try to communicate your discontent. “Dean! Seriously?!” Sam slowly comes out of one of the rooms, shutting the door softly behind him. “Baby calm down. Dean, what is going on?” You stare at him, arms crossed. Dean clears his throat once again and slides his hands into his pockets. “Bobby has a job for us, it’s cas.” Sam’s face drops, yours stays unphased. You already know Sam’s gonna tell him the usual spill, that he doesn’t do that anymore and to not bug him about it. Sam begins to speak, “Cas…what do we need to do?” Your eyes widen, your head swivels to Sam. “Are you fucking serious? Sam.” He looks at you shamefully, “It’s Cas, bug.” Dean pipes up as he pats Sam on the back,”Thataboy!”. You scoff, “Sam if you think for one god damn moment you are leaving this house to do that, you’re wrong.” He gives his brother a daring look, silently asking for a moment alone, but Dean’s oblivious self just smiles and stares at him. Sam sighs.
You return Sam’s sigh and grab his hand leading him to the other end of the hallway and up the stairs to y’all’s bedroom. Faintly you both can hear Dean, “well alrighty then”. As you shut the bedroom door Sam begins to justify his answer. You look at him and sigh again. “Sam, I don’t even want to hear your endless reasons for why you should do this.” He frowned. “You don’t understand though! It’s Cas! He..” You got him off. You slowly put a hand on his chest, feeling his cotton sleep shirt under your fingers, it’s so comforting. “Babe. You have two young children and a wife. No hunting.” You remove your hand in one swoop. He looks down, disappointed. “Cas.. he’s pulled through for me in ways you don’t know! If he’s in trouble… i- i need to help.” He reaches down and grabs your hand before you can even respond. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing it softly, it’s as if he’s trying to make you let your guard down. It worked. “Sam.. if you don’t come home… i can’t…” you look down. He says nothing and pulls you into a hug. “I know it’s risky but you have to trust me.’ He pauses. “You and the kids could live in the bunker for a while.” You almost scoffed at the suggestion. A 5 year old, 9 year old, dean, and god knows who else in that stingy place? Absolutely not. You look up at him, a bewildered look on your face. His sincere face softens yours. “I will not put kids in that bunker. But if it won’t take you guys long.. I guess my mom could watch them.” He looked at you happily. “I’ll ask Dean!”
That night Dean stayed at the house, and when you crawled into bed with your loving husband, you were exhausted. “Jesus. Dean sure is like a third child.” Sam laughed, “Yeah, he is.” His arm wrapped around you as you laid on his bare chest. He stared at the ceiling as you traced circles into his skin. “Sam?” He looked at you, “Yes?” You looked back down at his chest. “Do you ever want more kids?” He choked on air, “More?” You chuckled and shut your eyes gently. “Is that a no then? I want more…eventually.” He caressed your hair and gave it a gentle tug to tease you. “I do…someday.” You blushed at the tease, and giggled. He made you feel like a child sometimes, but in the most comforting way a man can.
He continued to caress your hair. Gently tugging it every once and awhile. You eventually look up at him, “You gonna do something or not? Pussy.” You giggled and soon enough he was blushing too. “You’re gonna get it.” He replied in a snarky tone. God he turned you on. He had a full fist of hair in his hand now and he tugged it hard. “Who’s the pussy now? Hm?” You giggled. He reached down to the collar of your shirt and began to slip his hand under them. You blushed and squirmed under his touch. The moment was sweet, peaceful, and.. short livid. Sam pulled his hand out quickly and sat up straight, as Dean busted in the room.
“We got to go. Now.” Dean said with the most serious look on his face. “Are you fuckung serious?”…Is exactly what you wanted to say but couldn’t because Sam, of course, began to panic. Standing up quickly, brushing all of the covers onto you. You sighed. Dean laughed and pointed towards Sam’s legs. “Nice. Did I interrupt something?” Sam quickly pushed his boner into his pants and rolled his eyes. “Shut up. What’s wrong?” Sam said as he walked over to Dean. You just sit there, annoyed.
Dean and Sam walked out of the room. All that was left was silence and your anger. Dean was always in the way and it pissed you off. Even after Sam gave up hunting, Dean was still up your ass, and Sam’s. As you sat there in your annoyance, a subtle thud could be heard from the corner of the room. “Well hello, baby.” Crowley smiled singingly at you. “Are you shitting me?!” You flop back onto the bed and cover the face with your covers. “What's the matter sweetie? Not happy to see me?” He walked closer. “Dad, can you just get out? Why the fuck are you here anyways. We had an agreement.” You mumbled from under the covers. “Because..” He paused, causing you to curiously look up from out of the covers. “Lucy is upset.” You looked at him puzzled. “And this has to do with me..how?” He chuckled at your confused words. “Oh darling. If you ever want to see that ‘lovely’ Sam of yours again..you’ll want to hear what he has to say.”
You scoffed. “Fine.” When it came to your dad everything pissed you off. He could breathe near you and it would make you want to chop his head off. He tried to be good to you. He never interrupted your life with Sam, like agreed upon, and you let him disguise himself to see the kids now and again. He was your “mom” in Sam’s eyes. He was good to the kids, never subjected them to his real personality. It’s hard to watch for you sometimes. You start to wish you could have had the parent he was to your kids, but you’ll settle for a good grandparent. “So? Bug? Are you coming?” You snap out of your trance to see Crowley waiting for you on the other side of hell. “Yeah” you mumbled as you crawled out of bed and walked into the opening.