#cuttinggrass

I had made a chore chart for the bunker. The fact that the boys were able to live in the dirtiest places. But then come home to back their own home dirty, was very confusing.

I had enough of the messy bunker that we lived in. So everyone had chores. Sam always had to clean the library seeing as he was the person that was always in there.

Dean had to clean the kitchen, seeing as most of the dishes were from his room. I had laundry just because it was calming. I was also the only person that was able to fold clothes.

During the winter I had forced Dean to go out a buy a lawnmower, the front of the bunker lawn was horrible. The grass hadn’t been cut for a long while. So when Dean came home with it for the summer I was more than okay with adding it to the chore chart.

Cass had been living at the bunker for a while. Trying to enjoy more domestic life. He wasn't human, but he wasn't an angel. I hadn’t been really rough on Cass, for the simple reason that he hadn’t done much to piss me off.

Cass was a clean person. Always cleaned up his dishes, always put his laundry in the washroom. Whenever he would go look for a book for the hunt, he’d always put it back.

It was summer, and the grass was long. I went into my room changing into a pair of booty-shorts, a tight tank top, and a pair of sneakers. I walked past Dean’s room and heard a whistle, I flipped him off. Walking past Sam in the library I heard Sam say.

“What are you doing Y/n?” I turned away, my chest bouncing. “Remember Dean bought me a lawnmower. I’m going to cut the grass.” Sam look confused and then looked down at my body Shaking his head “Yeah, scream if you need help.” Sam said.

I followed my original path. Looking around the garage for the lawnmower, catching its sights in the corner of my eye. I beelined for the equipment, making sure when I pulled it out of its spot I didn’t hit the impala.

“Son of abitch” I screamed, I was having a harder time getting the lawnmower out. “Y/n? Would you like some help?” I heard, when I looked up it was Cass. He must have heard my struggle.

“Yeah, I guess I could use your help. I need to move this out to the yard without hitting Dean's precious car!” I said rolling my eyes. Cass walked over, looking at the lawnmower, the car, and then me.

“Would you please move for me?” He asked. So I backed up until I felt like I wasn’t going to be in his way. What I saw next amazed me, Cass lifted the entire lawnmower above Dean's car and put it down in front of himself. He rolled it out of the garage and on to the garage.

I stood frozen, “How’d you do that? Cass.” I asked that amazement still on my face. “Even with me not being “an angel” anymore, I still have a small amount of grace left to do simple things.” He said looking at me.

He had yet to let his eyes fall over my body. Mine were respectfully looking, cascading over his broad shoulders, bright blue eyes, jeans that sat low on his hips. If he was really made in god's image, he was fucking perfect.

“Y/n, do I have something on my face?” Cass asked taking me out of my deep thoughts. “Umm... I was thinking about maybe asking for your help.” He smiled and hummed “Sure why not?” He said.

I pushed the mower out to the front of the lawn. Waving over Cass to come closer. “Now, Cassy. You have to pull this cord, it’s called a starter cord.” I said reaching for the cord. I pulled it only a few times to show the process. “Now once it starts you have to hold down this lever.”

Cass had always been taller than you, actually, all the boys were taller than you. “Cass why don’t you come behind me and we’ll do it together,” I said. He was more than welcome with coming behind me.

His head looking over my shoulder. I could feel his shallow breathe on my chest. I grasped his hand, putting my hand under his and bending over to grab the cord. I pulled it back forcing Cass's arm to pull back as well. I then placed Cass's other hand on the lever to make sure that when the machine came on it stayed on.

My ass was firm against Cass, but I tell that Cass was trying his hardest to be gentlemen like. It started with a loud roar and I spoke louder in order for Cass to hear the next few steps.

“Now all we do is push it in a straight line. And when we came to the end of the grass we lift the end of the lawnmower.” I looked over my shoulder seeing a confused look on Cass's face.

“By pushing down on the lever,” I said tapping on the top of his hands. I had a few grass clipping on my shoes. I let go of the lever and went under his arms. “I’m going inside for a few drinks, just keep doing what I said.”

I walked inside and went straight for the kitchen. “You didn’t leave scratches on my baby did you?” Dean asked when I was looking around the fridge my ass in the air. “No douchebag, Cass is helping me and helped me!” I said when I looked over my shoulder.

“Nice... Have fun. He said as I walked back outside.  When I walked back outside Cass had turned the lawnmower around and was doing a pretty good job with keeping it in a straight line.

When he got closer he let his hand leave the lever. Shutting off the mower and coming over to me. “Thank you for the drink, Y/n.” He jugged almost all of the beer and then handed me the bottle back.

He stepped back a few steps stripping out of his shirt. He throw it over at me, I caught it. “We can both play this game you know,” He said then winked and went back to mowing the lawn.

“Damn,” I said. I wasn't playing a game with him, it was more with Sam and Dean, but what he didn't realize was that I was more than willing to play a dirty game like this with him. For the next hour or so, every time that Cass would turn the lawnmower to face me, he'd wink and bite his lip.

Where he'd learn that from I'll never know. When he was finally done, we walked into the garage he put the lawnmower back in its place. He looked over at me. "You know you look very clean, maybe I should make you sticky and dirty." I giggled and ran inside the bunker.

I ran into the showers. "If you want to see me naked you could just ask me!" He said.