#Im all showered and eating dinner and im goin to bed soon

[kirishwima]

bakugou saying I belong with you , make it fL u fF plsss

bruh....this is so old that i know u dont even use this blog anymore lmao aaaaaa but im gonna answer anyway cuz i wanted to write some kiribaku anyway lmao

******

Sometimes the world feels...bleak.

It’s just how it is, he figured. Everyone surely goes through it? The moments where everything feels gray, colours desaturate until they bleed away, how time feels slower, water trickling like blood from a wound-he’s used to the feeling, greeting it like an old friend, the stillness, the quietness-how his brain numbs, his heart beating mechanically and yet not at all.

Except...it shouldn’t be normal to feel this so often, is it?

Kirishima knows he does a good job hiding it.

He looks away and spots Kaminari approaching his desk with a wave and he grins, razor sharp and eyes half-lidded, crows feet already begining to take place beside the corners of his eyes, even at this age-a tell tale sign of his cheerful disposition. Yet how much of it is him? How much of this is Kirishma?

He hears his own voice greet friends with excitement, he feels his body walk to the cafeteria, his hands move animatedly as he talks and his friends listen-he should be happy right? They like him, they enjoy his company...right?

Nothing feels real sometimes. It’s as if there’s a glass wall between himself and who he wants to be, and he’s standing there, looking at it with apathy-of course he can break it; he’s cracked it already, with the confidence he began to build ever since joining UA, yet is it enough? Can he breathe through the cracks? Would taking a hammer to the wall help?

Would it change him?

“Oy.”

A shove to his shoulder and he’s snapped out of his thoughts; his pair of chopsticks’s in one hand, the other a fist his cheek rests on. He looks to the side and notices him-Bakugo, his own chopsticks set down as he shoved at Kirishima with furrowed brows.

Kirishima shook his head. Of all the people-Bakugo is the last one he’d like to worry. Especially not now that they’re dating-the relationship is far too new for his anxieties to seep into it.

“You’ve been spacing out a lot man. I think it’s something you do often unconsciously but like-is everything okay?” Sero spoke up from across Kirishima.

Worried gazes all rested upon him and he shivered at the attention, bile rising in his throat.

“Of course! I’m just an airhead, you know me” he grinned, bringing an awkward hand to his neck.

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “You’re calculative as fuck. If anyone’s an airhead it’s Pikachu over there.”

“Hey!” Kaminari yelped, throwing an offending pickle from his plate onto Bakugo-and chaos ensued.

Even so, Kirishima laughed-genially, cheerfully, to the point of tears.

These were his friends. The people he loved.And he’d be damned if he worried them ever again.

****

The end of the day found him with his hair still dripping, a towel wrapped around his shoulders, his cheek on Bakugo’s pillow as he waited for his boyfriend to get back to his room after a shower.

In this quiet lull with the sun setting, the dinner he ate making him full and drowsy, he let his mind drift-to what he was, what he is, what he could be.

Was he enough? As he is, as he really is-could he ever be enough?

...Was he enough for Bakugo? 

With a rough demeanor yet actions gentler than one could think-how he could stroke his knuckles over Kirishima’s ribs like a prayer, yet use that same fist to punch a man into oblivion-the contrast that made Kirishima’s heart swell with love, with pride;

Was he only bound to drag Bakugo down?

His insecurities always found a way to tie him down like vines, like quicksand licking at his feet, begging him to stop hanging on, to let himself drown-how was he to combat that? Were his lies enough to push them away? Fake it ‘till you make it, doesn’t everyone say that?

He heard the door click open and then shut but didn’t move-he didn’t have the energy to. Around Bakugo at least-at least here he could let a glimpse of himself show.

Bakugo walked, sat on the bed as he looked to Kirishima’s laying form with a frown.

“Feel refreshed?” Kirishima asked with a tired smile.

Bakugo nodded.

“Mmm, then let’s watch something on youtube for a bit; I don’t feel like studying yet.”

“You never feel like studying” Bakugo noted with a smirk. Kirishima merely rolled his eyes, nudging at Bakugo with his foot.

There was a soft moment of silence as Bakugo shifted to lay beside Kirishima, yet he made no move to turn and grab his laptop to put something on; he merely looked to Kirishima, bringing a hand forth to trail his cheek, his jaw, cusping his face in his palm.

“You’re not an airhead. You don’t just ‘space out’ or whatever so...do you wanna tell me what’s actually goin’ on?”

Kirishima bit his lip. No. No this-this was too soon.

Bakugo frowned, his fingertips applying gentle pressure on the juncture between Kirishima’s jaw and neck; his pulse rose.

“What’s going on in that shitty brain of yours, hm? Tell me.”

Kirishima sighed. He knew silence would only make it worse-and deep down, he trusted Bakugo. Even if he was scared, he trusted him, Bakugo’s saved him time and time again-

“That means you’re pretty damn strong”, he remembers those words, an ointment for his wounds each time his fears got the better of him.

“Do you think-do we belong together?”

“Ha?!”

“No, don’t-just hear me out” Kirishima begged, shifting to follow Katsuki’s hand as it moved away-he gripped it, interlaced it with his as he brought Bakugo’s knuckles close to his lips.

“I’m just-you know by now don’t you? It’s not like I can hide it from you. In here-” he moved their interlaced hands to knock at his temples with a sad grin, “in here it’s fucked up Katsuki. I don’t space out, yeah-I get drowned in these thoughts and-when I’m fighting I learnt to push them down so they don’t distract me, but any other time they just eat me up and-are you okay with me? Like this?”

Bakugo didn’t reply.

He moved his hand away, only to lean up and over Kirishima, his hands on each side of Kirishima’s head, trapping him in place.

He leaned down, kissed him once, twice, soft and quick before leaning back up.

“I belong with you.”

He put a finger on Kirishima’s lips before he could protest.

“No, you talked already, you don’t get to talk more-right now you just shut up and listen to what I gotta say because I’ll never repeat it, yeah?”

Kirishima nodded.

Bakugo took in a deep breath. He sat up, urging Kirishima to follow suit, the two boys sitting cross-legged on the bed across each other.

“I’ve never-fuck, I don’t know, I never knew how to deal with...feelings and stuff” Bakugo started, rolling his eyes at his own eloquency. “I thought I was better than everyone and I guess, I found out I’m not, the hard way. But I still acted like it, and I know I still do-maybe less so, but I know it’s something I gotta fix.”

He looked up, meeting Kirishima’s confused gaze with his own steady bright eyes.

“But you saw through all that, didn’t you? You sure as hell didn’t fall for me ‘cuz I’m an asshole” he laughed, earning a small huff of laughter from Kirishima.

He sighed, running a hand thorugh his hair. “What I’m trying to say is-we’re messes, but we’re messes together. And yeah, you got a fuckton of stuff you gotta fix up here” he pointed to his own temple, “but I do too. And uh-I guess we can work on this stuff together. What do you say?”

Kirishima didn’t have an answer.

Instead he leaped into Bakugo’s embrace, kissing his face, his nose, his lips.

They were messes, yeah.

But they weren’t facing it alone.Not anymore.

******

[hamilton-one-shots]

Hamilton High School AU 36

When he woke up hours later, Alexander groaned and sat up, feeling bloated from the pizza and overall, just gross. "John?.." He tried shaking him away. "John?.." He looked over and saw that he was shaking a pillow. He frowned and looked around, finding a note on the nightstand in John's handwriting.

[Hey, Alex. If you're reading this, I'm not at the apartment. I left to make sure my siblings were back home and okay and I'm going to make them some dinner. I left at 5 and I should be back no later than 6. If you want something specific for dinner, please text me to tell me. Otherwise, please text me anyways when you're awake and let me know how you're feeling. I'll explain everything that I know when I get back. I love you <3]

Alexander tutted and looked at the time. 5:48. At least he'd be back soon. He grabbed his phone and texted him. [hey] [im awaek] [awake*] [miss u] Then he figured that he at least owed Aaron a thanks. [hey] [im ok] [thnx 4 2day] [rly] [oew u big time] He sighed and put his phone in his pocket, then quickly took it back out. "What?.." He threw back the covers and gasped in horror at the warm, wet patch spread across the mattress. It couldn't exactly be helped with the drugs in his system, but still.. Did it have to be in John's bed?.. He got up and stripped the sheets off of the bed before stripping off his wet clothes and heading to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. He put on some of John's clothes and put a new set of bed sheets on the bed before taking the rest downstairs to the building's shared washing machines.

Aaron was the first to respond to the text messages. [I'm glad to hear that.] [Thomas didn't have anything to do with it, by the way. It was Jay.] [He got the drugs from Thomas, but he only gave them to him to get rid of. He said he never was going to use them on you.] [But I don't blame you if you don't believe me.]

John responded soon after. [I miss you too. I'll be home soon, I promise <3] [Do you want anything in particular to eat? I'll make you whatever you want whenever I get home.]

Alexander smiled and went to the group chat, figuring the rest of his friends would want to know he was okay.

[John's Bitch: hey] [John's Bitch: i lived] [John's Bitch: kinda] [John's Bitch: evrythin is sore] [John's Bitch: but im ok]

[Kitty Mom 🐱: Thank goodness! I was so worried about you! 😫]

[MamasBoi: thank fuck] [MamasBoi: what happened?? Jefferson?]

[John's Bitch: idk] [John's Bitch: i dnt thnk so] [John's Bitch: i dnt trst jay]

[Kitty Mom 🐱: I hope you feel better soon. Are you guys still up for the party tonight?]

[OhMyGod:*: Not sure.]

[Kitty Mom 🐱: Maybe we should reschedule?]

[OhMyGod:*: Not if it'd be too much trouble. Its more Alexander's choice.]

[John's Bitch: no its cwl] [John's Bitch: ur mom jst caem home] [John's Bitch: we shoud selebr8]

[MamasBoi: you sure?] [MamasBoi: At least take it easy with drinks 😜]

[John's Bitch: wil do] [John's Bitch: no intenshons of goin loopy] [John's Bitch: ..agen]

[Kitty Mom 🐱: Its fine <3 I'm just glad that you're okay.] [Kitty Mom 🐱: I'll snag that vodka bottle from your room.] [Kitty Mom 🐱: Hey, with that and all of the other alcohol around, there's no doubt that John will get wasted! : D]

[OhMyGod:*: Why are you so happy for that?]

[Kitty Mom 🐱: Maybe seeing you act like an idiot will help him feel better! : D]

[OhMyGod:*: Wow...] [OhMyGod:*: Glad I can help.]

[Kitty Mom 🐱: <3 <3 <3]

John finally showed up as Alexander sat by the dryer and wrapped his arms around him, kissing his cheek. "Hey, I was so worried about you..."

"I'm okay.. Just a bit off.."

"Okay.. What are you doing down here?"

Alexander hesitated to respond. "I... I wet the bed.. I just woke up and.. Yeah... But I changed the sheets and everything.. I'm sorry.."

"I'm not upset or anything. I know you couldn't help it."

Alexander nodded, though he was still embarrassed by the fact.

John held him close. "I'm going to kill Jay on Monday.. I don't know what he was planning on doing, but he used the date-rape drug on you.."

"He was acting funny since I got in the car.. Something about being my resident John and getting Jefferson there and buying my drinks.. I should've seen it.."

"You couldn't have known. Those things are meant to be undetectable.. You're okay now and that's what matters..."

Alexander looked up at him. "Everything was blurry and bright and scary.. But you came and I knew everything was going to be okay.." He smiled.

John kissed his cheek and smiled. "Of course. You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I love you so much.."

Alexander couldn't help but blush. "I'm so lucky to have you.. Even when you make me eat my body's weight in pizza," he chuckled. He remembered pretty much everything from the past few hours.

John rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. Why don't we take the sheets and your clothes upstairs, then get ready for the party?"

"Sounds like a plan."

John grabbed everything from the dryer once it went off, then took it upstairs. He gave Alexander his clothes and folded his sheets, then left with him and walked to Herc's place.

When they got there, Sarah greeted them with a wide smile. "Ally! It has been too long!" She pulled him into a tight hug before taking a second to look at him. "You've gained some weight, I see! That's great!"

Maybe the others may not have noticed it as much, but it was definitely true. Compared to just a week ago, Alexander didn't look nearly as frail, though he did feel like his eyes would pop out of his skull if Sarah hugged him like that again.

"Are you calling me fat?" he teased, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Oh, hush." She smiled and turned to John. "Martha was such a little lady earlier, John. She insisted on helping clean before leaving. She's so mature."

John nodded. "That's Martha for you."

Sarah smiled and led them to the living room where Lafayette and Hercules were sitting on the sofa, already with drinks in their hand and shot glasses on the table.

"Hey, guys," Hercules greeted. "Come join us." The game in front of them was a Snakes and Ladders board modified for other purposes. Most spaces without a snake or ladder occupying it had an instruction written in instead.

John sat down with them and took the dice as Lafayette handed them to him. He chose a game piece and rolled the dice, moving as the dice instructed. He landed on a blank piece and tutted, giving the dice to Alexander. "Want to play?"

"Yeah, sure." He rolled the dice and on 'Down your drink'. "Ha! Stupid game, I don't have a drink ye-" He cut himself off as Hercules pushed his glass of Guinness in his direction. "Gee, thanks. Herc-germs." He picked up the glass and downed it's contents. The glass had only been half full and the drink wasn't particularly strong, so it was no mystery as to why he gave him that one.

Lafayette took his turn next, rolling the dice and landing on 'Everyone Takes a Shot'. He grinned and poured some of the vodka that he'd snagged from Alexander's room into the shot glasses that surrounded the table.

Alexander almost wanted to protest, but he did practically drink all of Laf's wine last time they'd gotten drunk. It was only fair. He took his shot and watched as Hercules took his turn, landing on a blank spot before handing John the dice.

John rolled the dice and moved his piece, also landing on 'Down Your Drink'. Before he could make the same joke as Alexander, Lafayette poured a glass of wine for him. "Thanks for the girly drink," he joked, knowing how strong the drink really was as it scorched his throat. "Christ, Laf."

Alexander watched and felt memories flood back of last time. He grabbed the sharpie from the table and scribbled untidily on a few of the blank tiles 'Kiss BF'.

Hercules chuckled. "Someone's trying to say something."

"Shut up." He rolled the dice and moved his piece, landing on 'Next player takes a shot'. "There you go, Laf."

He shrugged and downed the shot like it was nothing, taking his turn and landing on a blank space.

While Hercules took his turn, John turned to face Alexander with a cheeky grin. "If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask." He cupped Alexander's face in his hands and pressed his lips to his in a loving kiss.

Alexander let his eyes fall shut as he kissed back, intoxicated by the taste of the wine on John's tongue. He only pulled away when Hercules cleared his throat to get their attention. "What? Is it my turn?"

"No, Casanova, it's where I landed." He pointed at the 'Choose a player to take a shot' written on the tile.

Alexander tutted and poured himself a shot, then downed it. He was certainly starting to feel a light buzz, though he could've sworn that it was more from the taste of John's lips than of any alcohol he drank.

John watched him, in a love struck daze until Lafayette got his attention.

"Your turn, John."

"Yeah, yeah." He took the dice and moved, grinning as he landed on 'Kiss BF'. Perfect. He turned to Alexander and pulled him into a passionate kiss, not pulling away until he was out of breath. "How was that for a kiss?" he asked with a cheeky grin as he dropped the dice into Alexander's palm.

All that escaped Alexander was a strained squeak. He blushed and rolled the dice, lazily rolling them across the board and landing on another 'Down Your Drink' tile. He tutted and downed a glass of wine, though he thought it was too good to waste like that.

"Maybe you should skip a few turns.." Hercules suggested. After all, it wasn't like Alexander hadn't just gotten date raped. Still, Alexander made them promise not to bring it up, so he threw in a joke for good measure. "Otherwise, you'll be borrowing condoms before you get up the stairs."

Alexander shot him a playful glare, but it worked.

It worked for John, too. He went quiet for a second. "Maybe I should skip a few turns, too.."

Hercules cursed himself for that comment and cursed the alcohol for making him lose his ability to censor his thoughts.

Lafayette shifted everyone's focus back to the game, taking his turn and landing on a blank space.

Hercules went next. Another blank space. They went back and forth like that for a minute until Alexander piped up.

"Don't you have anything else to fill the spaces with?"

"Do you have anything in mind?" Hercules asked, offering the sharpie.

"Maybe.." He wrote on a few more blank spaces 'text'.

"Text?" Lafayette asked.

"Yeah. You choose someone and give them your phone and they choose anyone to text."

"Very evil. I like it." Hercules nodded in approval before offering John the dice.

"Sure." He smiled a bit and took the dice, rolling them. Of course, he landed on 'text'. He pulled out his phone and pondered his choices. "Let's see... Lafayette is embarrassing just being Lafayette, Hercules has no filter when drunk, and Alexander is Alexander.." He gave Alexander his phone.

Alexander rolled his eyes and went through his phone, already knowing exactly who to text. [madison, if u had a kid nd maed them angery, wud they be ur mad son? pls respond. v importnt.] Alexander handed back John's phone, like he hadn't just text James the most god awful pun. It wasn't long before he got a reply.

[...I came out of a movie with Dolley to answer this.] [Damn it, man.]

John chuckled and responded. [Lol, so sorry dude] [We're playing a game and I had to let Alexander text anyone he chose] [And he chose you] [So sorry :' )] "Where would I be without my jealous boyfriend tormenting my business partner?"

"I don't know what you mean."

Lafayette took the dice and took his turn, landing on another 'Take a shot' tile. He downed the shot with ease and passed the dice to Hercules, who took his turn and landed on 'Everyone takes a shot'. Everyone downed their shot, then John took his turn.

He landed on another 'Take a shot' tile and did just that, feeling the alcohol mess with his system. He sighed contently and leaned into Alexander.

Lafayette smiled at the dorky drunk and took his turn, landing on 'Person on your right takes a shot'. he poured a shot and passed it to Hercules along with a kiss on the cheek.

Hercules smiled and downed the shot, feeling the same buzz that John was. "Dia, tá tú chomh álainn, leanbh..." ("God, you are so beautiful, baby ...") he muttered in Irish.

"Slow those flirty tones, son," Hugh chuckled from the kitchen.

John snorted with laughter and took his turn, landing on a blank space.

Alexander, despite Herc's warning, took a turn and landed right on a 'text' tile. Like John, he ruled out Hercules immediately and ended up giving his phone to John, figuring it was only fair. "Go easy on me, won't you?"

"Maybe." He giggled and went through his phone. [Hey, Aaron. Thanks for helping me with club stuff, but don't get too friendly. I have an amazing boyfriend, after all 💗]

It didn't take long for him to respond. [Hmm... Judging by the mainly correct grammar, I'm assuming this is that amazing boyfriend.]

John giggled. [You caught me : P]

Aaron responded. [Okay. No need to get jealous.]

[Just a warning : )]

"And I'm the jealous boyfriend?" Alexander asked with a chuckle.

John ignored him and cuddled into Alexander's stomach. "My baby.." he hummed.  

[jons v. drunk] [lmao] [dw: ur not my tipe anywai ;)]

[Now it makes sense. John's a very sensible person when sober.] [And you'll be glad to know that you're not my type in the slightest.]

[rude]

John whined and grabbed Alex's wrist, taking his hand and putting it against his cheek. "I'm amazing, too.."

Alexander felt a pang of guilt. Ironically, he'd only been hanging out with Aaron so much because he wanted to make the art department as a surprise for John, but he couldn't very well tell him that. "I'm sorry.." He kissed his hand. "I love you so much, more than anyone."

John smiled and sat up a bit. "I love you too. I'm sorry for being stupid and jealous. Don't feel guilty."

"You're not an idi-" He was cut off by John squishing his cheeks together and giggling sweetly. He was always just melting his heart. When he let go of his face, Alexander smiled and put a hand behind John's head, pulling him down into a hug and holding him close. Nobody was going to hurt him anymore. "You know, I really prefer my guys with curly hair and freckles, anyways."

John smiled and looked up at him, his chin resting on his chest. "I have curly hair and freckles!"

"You do!" Alexander smiled, as if it was some sort of epiphany.

Hercules tutted and leaned against Lafayette. "I'm glad we're not soppy like that. We don't have to be for you to know I love you."

"Of course we don't," Lafayette claimed, though Hercules was just as soppy and silly.

Sarah giggled, looking over at them. They were all so sweet together, so in love, just like herself and Hugh.

Hercules looked over at her and her orange juice. "You're not drinking?" Sarah wasn't a heavy drinker by any means, but she hardly ever passed up a chance to drink with her family.

"No, not tonight."

"Why not? Everything okay?"

"Well, we were going to wait a while longer to tell you, but you're going to be an older brother."

[madiisaurusrex]

Stand By Me

Im back!!! Dean Winchester/Reader Series I've been meaning to post more dean stuff so here's a sneak peek at my new dean series. The Winchesters, they saved your ass a few years back from getting eaten by a werewolf. The damned thing had killed your parents and brother before starting on you. Sam and Dean came crashing through the door just in the nick of time. You'd been with them ever since. You helped Sam with the research, you were the top of your class all through high school so the extra brains came in handy. Dean helped train you to kill monsters, you weren't the best but at least you knew a few tricks to help keep you alive. The first few months were tough, survivals guilt and all but the brothers were on either side rooting you on. On the worst days you often found yourself in Dean's arms, his fingers tracing swirls up and down your back, softly humming a Metallica sound to calm you. Dean's P.O.V From the first time you had laid eyes on (Y/N) you knew. You didn't know what you knew, but you just knew. She was the definition of beauty. Long (H/C) that flowed down her back, (E/C) that shined like a million stars. Her family was killed off leaving her alone. She was scared and depressed, the nightmares were bad, sometimes he'd wake to her screams. Sam would bust in through the door wild eyed and ready to shoot only to find her in your arms sobbing. There were days when she just wanted to be alone, and you'd find her curled up on her bed silently crying. Those were days you just let her be. You stood in the kitchen sipping your coffee and leafing through the paper when Sam walked in with his laptop in his arms, “hey Dean, I think I found something,” he didn't look up as he set the computer on the table and continued to scroll through the article. “Five girls have gone missing in a week, no one knows what happened to them. They went to bed, and poof, they were gone. No sign of a struggle, beds showed no sign of them even sleeping in them.” “that is weird, any thoughts on what it could be?” You asked putting your cup down and looking at your watch. You knew she'd be up soon, you looked to sam who kept on reading, “Chadron Nebraska.” You nodded at his reply and made your way to (Y/N)’s room. You could hear her shuffling around in there, you smiled to yourself and knocked on the door gently. You could hear the pattering of her feet on the ground and the knob of the door turning as she opened the door. You were greeted by her eyes and a sweet smile on her face. “Hey sweetheart, how'd you sleep?” You asked as she opened the door more. “I slept ok I guess, not as many nightmares.”she beamed up at you and you smiled back. “Sam and me got a case in Nebraska, you gunna be ok here for a few days?” She nodded as a replied and smiled. “Of course. I’ll help with research from here, some netflix in bed sounds nice” you walked her to the kitchen and watched as she made herself a cup of coffee and sat across from Sam as his eyes scanned the screen. Reader's P.O.V A few hours later the boys had left. You finished your coffee and made yourself a small breakfast before cleaning up and going to your room to crawl back into bed. The last few nights had been ok, you got a few hours of sleep before the dreams started waking you from your slumber. You had talked yourself out of running to Dean, knowing you had to push yourself to get better. The thought of him being gone for a few days scared you, but you knew it was another step to getting better. You buried yourself under your sheets and comforter, laying your head on the soft fluffy pillows and pulled your laptop closer, pulling up netflix and started a horror movie you had tried to watch with Dean only to turn it off after his many comments on how unrealistic it was. Soon you found yourself dozing off with the sound of the music playing in the background. A few hours later you were woken up by the buzzing of your phone. Dean's name lit up on the screen and a smile formed on your face. “Hey there.”you answered. “Hey darlin, hows it goin over there?”he asked, you could hear the concern in his voice. “Good, i fell asleep during a movie?” “Any dreams? You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?” You chuckled, “Dean I'm fine, if anything happens i'll be sure to call you or Cass. Ok?” You could hear his breath hitch and then him sigh. “Ok, the minute you need me i'll be there. So don't hesitate. Even if it's something small.” You laughed and started to feel a little sad, “i promise Dee.” “Good. Sam and me are getting a room I'll call you before we hit the sack. Take care of yourself sweetheart.” With your goodbyes said you got yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to find something to eat. After not finding edible in the fridge you slipped your boots on and grabbed your leather jacket and keys before heading to your teal 95’ drop top mustang that was hiding under a cover in the garage. You smiled as you ran your fingers over the sleek and shiny paint. You had found her a few months after you had started tagging along with the Winchester’s. Dean kept telling you that it wasn't necessary since he had Baby. You scoffed, which started an argument between Dean and you that Sam had to stop. To Dean's demise you won the argument, which made you excited. Now you drove down the road to the closest store to grab some ingredients and snacks to hold you over for the next few days while the boys were gone. The radio played an old rock song softly as you traveled at a steady pace. You were in and out of the store in a matter of minutes, you got what you needed and left. You popped in a (Band) CD and hummed along as you drove back to the bunker. After you made a quick dinner you showered and put clean clothes on then put all of your dirty clothes in a basket and made your way to the laundry room. You had your headphones in and danced while you cleaned up. Since you had all the time in the world you made the choice of helping out the guys and gathered their clothes and put them in the laundry room next to yours. Whiles the clothes were being cleaned you organized the books in the library and wiped down the surfaces you could reach. Satisfied with your work you went into the kitchen to start cleaning out the fridge only to be startled by Castiel who appeared out of thin air in front of you. You shrieked and dropped the dish you were carrying to the sink. You took your headphones out and stared at Cass with wide eyes and heavy breathing. “I'm sorry (Y/N). Dean sent me to check on you. You haven't answered your phone.” He said tilting his head. “Oh, i've been keeping myself busy with cleaning. My phones on my bed.”you replied. “Oh, I'll let Dean know. He was….worried.” With that he was gone and you stood dumbfounded in the kitchen. Tags: @pretty-fortune @tas898 @smoothdogsgirl @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @atc74 @gemini75eeyore @padackles2010 @iamnotsaneatall @devilgirlsarah @jensen-gal