#saileen fluff

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Sam found Eileen in the nursery. She was standing with her back to the door, so he couldn’t see her face, but she seemed to be staring at the crib. He walked over to stand beside her, waving his hand to get her attention. “Hey,” he signed once she’d looked up. “You okay?”

She nodded, smiling tiredly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Just...” she sighed, looking down and placing a hand on her stomach, which had grown exponentially larger as she neared the end of her third trimester. “Thinking about how we’re going to be parents, it feels weird, you know? It’s…” she trailed off, frowning as she searched for the right word. “Scary, I guess? We haven’t always been great at keeping ourselves alive. How are we gonna keep a baby alive?”

Sam felt his lips twitch in a slight smile; he’d been thinking the same thing lately. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “but we’ll figure it out. Dean and Cas will help, and so will Jack and the rest of the family.”

Eileen pursed her lips, considering. “I mean, I guess it doesn’t hurt to have the actual God on our side.”

“And his aunt, and the Queen of Hell,” Sam pointed out. “Between all of us, I’d say the odds are in our favor.”

“First time for everything, I guess.” 

Sam smiled. “Come on. I’ll make us dinner.”

Eileen narrowed her eyes. “Nothing healthy,” she warned. “If I have to feel this crappy and bloated, I should be able to eat as many carbs as I want.”

“Noted.”

“I’m serious.” She reached out and poked him in the chest. “If you try to make me a salad, I will literally stab you.”

For Suptober // Destiel & Saileen fluff // 365 words // M

Sam trod as lightly as he could on the stairs down from the garage, but the bunker sounded deserted. Usually, he was the only one up this early in the a.m.—if he was lucky, everyone would still be asleep, and he could hurry into his room and avoid the walk of shame, and the teasing that would come with it.

Not that he was ashamed, of course. His date with Eileen had been a lot of fun—they didn't have a lot of dinner options in Lebanon, but they'd gone a little further afield to a great pizza place he and Dean often ordered from.

Even better had been the night they'd spent in Eileen's motel room, worshipping each other's bodies…but he needed to get back into his room first before he started dwelling on that.

Perhaps he would just grab a drink before he headed to his room. The light was on in the kitchen, but that was nothing new—Sam was always turning lights off around here, since Dean tended to leave them all on. As he got closer, he heard a muffled laugh, a plate clinking. Someone was awake, after all? A murmured voice—that was definitely Dean. Had he brought someone here?

Rather than walking into the kitchen, he peeked around the door and nearly gasped aloud.

Dean was sitting on the edge of the table, looking sleep-rumpled in sweatpants and a faded t-shirt, while Castiel stood between his spread legs, fully clothed, trenchcoat and all. As Sam watched, Cas picked up a strawberry from a plate of what looked like pancakes on the table, and with one hand on Dean’s cheek, placed the berry into Dean’s mouth. Dean hummed his appreciation, and Cas leaned down to kiss Dean’s smiling mouth.

Sam leapt back around the corner, suddenly wishing he hadn’t looked. He did not need to see his brother and his best friend making out, nuh uh.

(Canonverse, Cas is human because why not, Eileen is alive because Bucklemming can freaking BITE me.)

“Your brother’s an idiot,” said Eileen, though she was smiling as she brought her hand to her forehead, pinky raised in an “i”.

Sam chuckled and spared a glance for the idiot in question. They’d just cleared out a vamp next, and Dean was over by the Impala with Cas, grumbling loudly as he bandaged a gash on Cas’s arm.

“…the hell you were thinking, jumping into it like a fucking idiot.”

“Really,” snapped Cas, glaring daggers up at the hunter from his seat on the back bumper, “because I was watching you, and I thought that jumping into it like a ‘fucking idiot’ was today’s standard procedure, my apologies for coming to what was an apparently erroneous conclusion.”

“Damn it, Cas–”

Sam scoffed and turned back to Eileen, tuning out the bickering pair with a shrug. “They’ll…figure it out eventually, I think.”

Eileen rolled her eyes. “If you say so.”

Sam laughed and leaned in to kiss her. “Thanks again for your help in there,” he said as he pulled back.