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You've been at the bunker going on 2 months. Ever since the boys came knocking on your door. The boys being the famous Winchesters. Just a couple of boys who've gone to hell and back. Pretty famous or should you say infamous, in the hunter community. Ellen sent them your way, when you needed help with a large nest of vamps in your city. You guys worked really well together and your apartment got pretty destroyed when a few of the vamps followed you guys back. You obviously took them down.
The boys suggested you come back with them and stay awhile. They helped you pack your apartment, putting most of it in storage. You only took what you really needed and a few sentimental things, like your record player and vinyls. When you got to the bunker., which was pretty impressive, they told you to pick a room. You decided on one that was across from Dean's and next to Sam's. It reminded you of the dorms when you went to college. Over the first two weeks, with many Target runs, it started to feel like a real room. The boys knew then, you weren't going anywhere and they were glad to have you. The three of you, flowed easily between each other. You enjoyed goofing around and cooking with Dean. You loved doing research with Sam and going for hikes in the early mornings.
In your life, you never really had anyone. Ellen and Jo were the closest you had to family. Your dad had been a hunter and you taught you the ways, but he always encouraged you to have a normal life. You got through high school and went to college, getting your BA in Education. But you always missed the hunters life, as odd as that may sound. It grew worse when your Dad died, heart attack, three years ago. Hunting, it made you feel connected to him. So you went to Ellen and tagged along on any case that came up. And you got good. Real good.
You laid down on your bed, Elliot Smith vinyl on, you had your eyes closed.
I'm never gonna know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow...
You always loved this song, Waltz #2 , you can't remember the first time you ever heard it. You just always knew it. A knock on the door made you open your eyes, you sit up and say come in. Sam pokes his head in.
“Hey (Y/N), I'm headed to the store to pick up some beer and pizza, come?” You nodded and grabbed your converse from the floor and Sam came in and sat down on your recliner, watching you lace up your shoes.
“You really like this song” He smiled, picking up the vinyl slip and looking it over.
“I do, I'm surprised Dean hasn't complained about it” You say. Sam rolled his eyes and nodded.
“Black Sabbath or give me death” You say in my best Dean voice, throwing your fist up in the air, which made Sam laugh and shake his head. We headed out. You didn't take the Baby, Dean would not be happy. So the two of you hopped into your Fiat.
“You know, this car is way more roomier then it looks” You looked over at Sam, super freakishly tall Sam. He sat comfortably, with his seat as far back as possible. You listened to Johnny Cash, windows down.
“You've never seen the Office? Are you fucking kidding me!” You smacked Sam on the arm, he pretends to be hurt then laughs. You walked through the bunker, walking down the stairs, beer in your hands, pizza in Sam's.
“Dean!” You yelled.
“We got pizza and beer. We are so watching the Office on Netflix!” You continued to shout. You guys walk into the living room.
“Dean!” Sam yelled, you put the beer down and grabbed the pizza from Sam.
“Go find him, I'll get the show on” You watched Sam disappear into the kitchen. You turn on the flat screen TV and xbox one. You sign into your account, reminding yourself that you needed to get a rematch with Dean on COD. You're going through Netflix, when you hear voices coming from the kitchen. Out walks Sam and Dean, you smile. Then someone else walks out. You suddenly feel this ping in your stomach. You watch this man, who had brown hair, like rolled out of bed hair, trench coat and the bluest eyes you ever seen. He looks up at you, stops dead in his tracks. The pensive look on his face, throws you off. He looks shocked, Dean and Sam see your face and turn around.
“Cas , what's wrong”. Dean asks. Cas? Castiel?
Why did that name pop in your head?
Why did that name feel so familiar?