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12. surprise kissing them 

They were walking through the Capitol on their way to the Rebels’ hideout when she saw them: a group of what looked to be teenagers, but they were laughing amongst each other with their fangs bared. Amy’s brain automatically started to panic, but she couldn’t slow down even though the vampires were walking towards her and Dean. She also couldn’t seem to look away from them no matter how hard she tried. She faintly heard her cover name said a couple times over the blood rushing through her ears but she didn’t respond. 

Amy kept staring and then one of them noticed and she was just about to make a run for it--until “James” stepped in front of her and kissed her. It was quick by her standards, but long enough for the group to pass them by. He muttered something about just trying to avert suspicion as he turned back around. Slowly her shocked expression turned into a smug smile as she started walking again.

PARENT AU! SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL ANSWER WHAT THEY WOULD DO AS PARENTS

Who cried when they brought their child home for the first time: likely, both of them. i’m gonna say amy more than dean, but they totally both did.

Who would wake up in the middle of the night to check on the kid(s): d e a n. he’d constnatly be so worried for his babies while he’s home he’s gotta keep them safe and just like watch them

Who changes the kid(s) diapers: amy, likely. and then amy tells dean he has to learn.

Who makes the bottles: amy far more often.

Who stays up late at night to rock the kid(s) to sleep and sing them lullabys: both of them, but likely dean every time he’s home bc he’s gotta be with them all the time

Who is guilty of spoiling the kid(s): DEAN you know he brings back stupid trinkets and stuff when he comes back and amy just ‘deAN NO’

Who would give the kid(s) cookies in the middle of the night: who am i trying to kid. 100000% dean.

Who always takes the kid(s) side: dean. which sometimes makes amy angry.

Who would wake up early to make breakfast for the kid(s) before school: amy. and then dean would go out with her.

Who gets the kid(s) ready for school in the morning: amy. 

Who takes the kid(s) to school: dean. when he’s home at least

Who goes to parent teacher conferences: amy but she drags dean along

Who will be the first to suggest to have ‘the talk’ with the kid(s): amy. but dean would have to do it.

Who would choose their child(s) prom outfit: the kids. and then dean would fight it and amy would roll her eyes.

Guilt had always been an odd thing to Amy. In her opinion, it picked the most peculiar times to plague its victims. In the shower, while you’re trying to sleep, as you’re kissing someone–just to name a few. But as she stood with her back to the wall in the Training Room, running her hands through Dean’s hair and sighing against his lips, guilt was one of the only things she felt. Even as one of his hands flirted dangerously with the hem of her skirt, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d used him before.

She only spoke when he moved his lips to her throat and wrapped both arms tightly around her. “I’m sorry,” she murmured into his hair. It was a quiet apology, but it still made him pull away.

“For what?” She’d never seen him look so confused before, but it must’ve been strange to hear someone apologize in the middle of a make-out session.

She looked down and closed her eyes. “For before…Look, I know you don’t remember–”

“Stop,” he said suddenly, so she did. A second or two passed in silence, then he lifted her chin with the tips of two fingers until she had no choice but to look him in the eye. “You’re right, I don’t remember,” he said quietly. “So don’t worry about it.”

“But–”

“Nope,” he interrupted, shaking his head for emphasis. “Are you the reason I was dead?”

Her forehead wrinkled in surprise. “No, of course not.”

“Then it doesn’t matter what happened before,” he said, absently stroking her chin with his thumb. “Just let it go.”