#daylighthefound

    it was moments like these in which sam cherished more so than she verbalized, a silence swallowing their surroundings whole whilst her arms were wrapped oh so tightly around her brother - a man she loved more than anyone on this planet, even herself. holding him as close to herself as their bodies would allow, she finally let out the breath she had kept within her chest for several moments. in that moment, it felt as though there were no one else in the universe aside from them. today was so incredibly taxing, both physically and emotionally. they had gotten their asses kicked in a hunt, though the monsters died in the end. dean had been hurt pretty bad and sam almost got killed. so there they were, back in their motel room, hugging - and she did not want it to end. not for a single moment, did she want it to stop. 

                                 “ --- dean...” she breathed out as she burrowed herself into the                                   crook of his neck. he was pretty scraped up and she had bruises                                   which were now swelling up - but she did not care about all that                                     in that moment; they could tend to their wounds later. a brief bout                                    of panic fills her when she feels dean’s grip on her loosen. she                                     knew all too well he’d be the first to break the hug, his aversion to                                    chick flick moments attributing to this - but she did not want it to                                     end, not yet.

              “ I see many problems with that—— and quite frankly, I’m a little disturbed. ”

It was still completely quiet in the bunker when Michael slipped out of the bed he shared with Dean and made his way to the kitchen. he’d borrowed Deans robe as it was chilly and he always felt frozen and cold anyway. Turning the stove on and getting the ingredients out he hoped he wouldn’t screw up today. Not when it was Deans birthday and he’d practiced a week and a half to get this right.

Michaels eyebrows shut up as his head tilted to the side. “You seem a bit surprised.” He said as the song came to an end.

Dean looked up at Crowley when he popped in, sighing and looking back down at the book in front of him. “It’s…uh…nothing.”

He played with the corner of his book, letting out a slow sigh. “It was just…I was thinking about some of the things that happened when I was a demon, and realized it was…fun, hanging out with you. Not the demon stuff, but the going out to bars and stuff. And with Mom trapped and Cas gone and Sam freaking out, I could use some fun in my life. So I figured I’d call you and see if you wanted to…I dunno, do a hunt with me or something.”

Nothing, huh? Was he at the right place? Maybe he’d popped into the wrong Winchester bunker, sometimes he mixed places up, he was only a -- no, he wasn’t. But it seemed unlike Dean to call him all the way out here for nothing. Unless it was something secret he didn’t want him to know, wouldn’t be the first time those bloody hunters tricked him. 

The text did come as a surprise, given the Winchesters usually only called when they needed him, but a text ... just one, no info, no demands, no nothing. huh. Crowley wasn’t particularly busy right now, so he could probably take the rest of the day off to see what the Winchesters needed. He popped in with a calm expression on his face, letting his eyes roam the room before he set out to find Dean in the library.. conference room, or whatever they called it. 

     sam winchester had officially been missing in action for three straight days. demons, keen on ending the lives of the unborn winchester spawn, & torturing sam to do so, had taken sam and hid her away in a dark, all too frightening ‘hole in the wall’ miles from home. the chains which bound her wrists were leaving unbearable bruises there, and her feet were shackled with zip ties. for three days, she had been not only fighting for her life, but for theirs as well. for three days, sam had taken so much pain in order to keep them from getting to her stomach. she began praying valiantly for her brother to find her, for her children to live through this ordeal. the room smelled of blood, rust, wood, & sulfur. several hours had transpired since the black-eyed monsters had visited her, & she knew she would be due for a visit soon. listening closely, she heard a commotion from up above in the labyrinth that was the upper floors of the building. it sounded like all out warfare with the grunts, the punches, the slices, and the gunshots she heard. 

                             was it? 

                                           was it dean? 

                                                                  could it be?     

     there is an incredibly incomparable sense of panic which fills the younger winchester as suddenly, the heavy metallic door to the cellar opens up. her heart thuds rapidly against her chest & her respiration increases as she pays heed to each footstep as someone descends the rickety, wooden staircase. instantly, she begins to fight against her rattling chains, trying yet again without success to break the binds which kept her there. her blood pressure was sky rocketing; this high-stress situation certainly not beneficial to her current condition. screaming at the top of her lungs, she begged whoever or whatever it was to show her mercy, to let her go. “---please! no! not again! no!” she yelled. “---they’re just babies, please let me go! please!” with that, she breaks into a fit of heart-wrenching sobs, convinced now that this had to be the end. 

      another long day of classes - finally over. of all her classes, there were two in which she had very crucial exams coming up. she would be lying through her teeth if she said she was not nervous. sam was an incredibly intelligent and involved student, so while she did not actually have anything to truly worry about where the tests were concerned, she still very much had a looming sense of panic. 

     lengthy legs swiftly carried her from the building of her last class to where dean would be getting out of his. seeing the impala parked nearby, she smiled as she witnessed her brother perched up against it. he always beat her, and always would. sam, a diligent note taker, always stayed behind to make sure she had everything down from the lecture of which she would need. radiant is the smile which comes to her face as she gazes upon the older winchester, a hand blindly adjusting the strap to her backpack. 

                    “ --- hi there!” she chimed gleefully. that very same hand then gingerly found                       his, caressing it discretely. everyone knew that the siblings were close, but                        no one knew what happened behind the closed doors of their apartment, a                       small abode not too far from campus. “...how was class?” 

   brunette tendrils blew lightly in the breeze as she bit down on her bottom lip. through the open window of the vehicle, she tossed her backpack in there - tired of toting the books, no doubt a laborious task. hazel hues dart lovingly between his emerald green, head canting to the side questioningly.