#spnfan

Before, you’d been with the Winchester brothers, so you had been able to split the work between the three of you. Now, however, “you were starting to get weaned”, as they put it. You had to admit, he might not understand the life of a solo hunter, since he was used to the Winchesters being a hunting team.

Cas’s voice perked up through the speaker. “Y/N, I have an idea. Why don’t I accompany you for a day? Things are quiet enough in heaven that I could take a day and not be missed too much. I can see you working a case as a solo hunter!” As he finished, your eyebrows went up as you contemplated. 

Nodding to yourself, you responded with growing excitement, “Let’s do it! What day do you want to come visit?” 

“How about tomorrow?”

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**Bleep bleep bleep**

“Shut up!” You slapped your alarm angrily as your dream faded from memory. Just as you were about to put your pillow over your head, you remembered. Cas was coming today! You sat bolt upright in bed, panicked. Cas couldn’t see you until you were absolutely perfect! For once, you were going to have to put yourself completely together. Make-up beyond eyeliner and mascara, a decent outfit, shower, hair done - maybe in a braid, etc. Letting your head drop forward on your chest, you moaned softly. “It’s so much effort…” you complained quietly.

“Good morning, beautiful,” said a familiar, deep, slightly raspy voice. 

Your head shot up, all goals of cuteness forgotten. “CAS!” you squealed. Scrambling onto your knees, you launched yourself at him. 

He caught you in a tight hug, his face buried into your hair. “Sorry I came early. I just couldn’t wait to see you. It’s been so long.” Cas’s voice was muffled as he spoke quietly into your neck. 

“It’s ok. I’m so happy to see you, Cas,” you replied, trying not to tear up. The two of you had not seen each other since you’d started being able to hunt on your own, over three months ago.

Pulling back slightly, you smiled up at him and said, “Let’s get the day started, shall we?”

Thirty minutes later, you were dressed in your usual gear- a plaid button down, boyfriend jeans, and combat boots. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and you had the typical amount of eyeliner and mascara. You’d decided to say fuck it, and dress as you would any other day. After all, Cas wanted to see a day in your life.

Castiel sat down at the table as you pulled your phone out and called Dean. His eyes widened as you piled books and files in front of him. Dean answered, and you briefly updated him on what you’d discovered about the vampire you were hunting. He gave you some pointers and then hung up, wishing you luck.

The morning was comprised of going through files of victims and witnesses, and books on vampires. This was your first solo vampire hunt, so you were going to make sure you did your homework. Cas sat quietly, reading with you, offering observations and opinions as he felt they would be relevant. 

Around lunch time, it was time to grab a bite at the local diner, and then go interview the family members of the victims, followed up by a visit to the morgue. All visits went without a hitch, and you were grateful Cas was there. His support was calming you significantly. You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking, but you hoped that being with you was enlightening.

That evening, you had enough leads to be able to do a stake-out outside the bar that the vampire seemed to select his girls from. You had a vague description of the guy, and you knew he went for slightly curvy brunettes. 

As you sat in your truck, watching the bar with Cas, you reached over and grabbed his hand. Catching his eye, you said softly, “I’m really glad we got to spend today together, Cas.” He smiled at you as you continued, “I’m sorry if you were bored at all. Some of what we did was kind of tedious, but it’s vital to any case.” 

Cas cut in before you could keep talking. “Y/N, I’m grateful I could get to see you in action. I’m proud of you.” He raised your interwoven fingers and kissed the back of your hand. You blushed and mumbled, “Thanks, Cas.”

You glanced out the window and noticed a rather attractive, though sketchy guy, leaving the bar with a curvy brunette. You sat up straight and let go of Cas’s hand. You waited a moment, your hand on the door handle. 

The guy, Lucas, led the girl down an alley. With that, you grabbed your machete and barreled out of the truck. This was your favorite part. You’d turned out to be a gifted runner and fighter- something you hadn’t known before you started training with the Winchesters. Now you could show off to Cas. You rounded the corner of the alley and saw the girl about to take something from a syringe. 

“Hey! HEY! Drop the syringe!” you yelled. Lucas turned, surprised. He saw your machete and his eyes narrowed. Growling, his fangs descended and he gripped the girl by her neck. He dragged her in front of him and backed away. Suddenly, Cas appeared in front of him and yanked the girl away from Lucas. You took the opportunity and attacked. It was clearly not Lucas’s first encounter with a hunter, you realized, as he ducked around the blade and landed some swift punches to your gut. As soon as he pulled his arm back, Lucas whipped out a knife of his own. 

As you doubled over wheezing, you swung a massive uppercut and contacted just below his chin. His head rocked back and he stumbled backwards. The two of you circled each other, throwing punches and taking swings with your blades. An unlucky thrust of his knife contacted your forearm that left a deep, oozing cut. You growled in pain and anger, and swung at him. Lucas sidestepped the attack and managed to leave another deep cut, this time trailing from your collarbone to your third rib. As you felt the white hot pain, you decided you’d had enough. You doubled your attack, and with a vicious sweep of your arm, you got through his guard and sliced his head from his shoulders. The head rolled away from the lifeless body as the blood spilled steadily from the gaping neck.

Panting, you looked around for Cas and saw him a few yards away, looking white and anxious. As you walked past Lucas’s body, you wiped the blade on his shirt. Cas looked you up and down, his face drawn tight with concern. 

“Y/N… Are you ok?” 

You stopped in front of him and gave him a small smile. “Just dandy, Cas.” Castiel reached out and put two fingers over the cut on your arm and two over the cut on your chest. You felt a wonderful warmth seep through your body, and you watched, awed, as the wounds closed. 

“Y/N, I don’t want you doing this.. It’s too dangerous- you could be killed!” The worry laced through Cas’s voice, and your heart melted a little at how much he cared.

“Really, Cas it's not that big of a deal... It's just, you know, my life. It’s the life of a hunter.” You stepped forward and hugged him. “I was trained by the Winchesters.. Do you really think I would hunt by myself if they didn’t think I could handle it?”

Cas chuckled and shook his head. “You are right. And I would kill them myself if they let you take a case you couldn’t handle.”

Tilting your head upwards, he gazed into your eyes. “I love you, Y/N.”

I wake up and roll out of bed. My body still sore from the hunt the boys and I finished a few days ago. It's not everyday I'm thrown by a werewolf into a cement wall but. I've had worse. I once had a vampire feed on me for days, but that's a different story.

I limp over to the dresser and grab clothes for the day, when I notice the time on the nightstand through the mirror. It's almost noon. I hang my head and pull a simple jeans and a t-shirt out and throw them on. Not before I put on the herb cream I made to help with the sore muscles.

As I walk into the kitchen, I'm throwing my hair up into a hair band when I hear, "Thank God, she lives!" I stare Dean down, who has a mouth full of food.

"Fuck off, Dean," I mumble as I make coffee. "My body is simply doing what its supposed to do. Unlike yours." I turn to see Dean glaring at me.

He gets up, clears his plate. "I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he says and walks out of the kitchen. "Sam! You girlfriend is being rude and mean." He adds.

"I'm going to kick his ass," I mumble to myself pouring myself coffee. I turn around to see Sam standing in the entryway. Staring at me with his perfect hazel eyes.

"How are you feeling?" He walks up to me and brushes a strand of hair that had managed to escape out of my face. His hands lingers under my chin and uses his thumb to rub my cheek. "You sleep okay?"

"I did actually," I sip my coffee and let the warm liquid do it's thing. "I'm still sore and still limping some. Not bad though, so don't worry about that."

Sam leans his head on mine. "I'm always going to worry about you. Hunting or not."

I smile and close my eyes. "You're so sweet and nice to me."

"Bleh," Deans voice is back in the kitchen.

"I'll make it up to you later tonight," Sam kisses the top of my head and pulls away. "Dean and I are going on a quick supply run. Just be ready to go after we get back."

Taking a deep breath I say, "Okay." Sam smiles and reaches out and brushes his hand across my cheek. "It's a date."

"A real one at that," Sam calls after me as he walk out of the bunker with Dean.

Now, I am left with either going to take a bath or going and setting up a prank in Deans room. Sighing, I opt for the bath, who knows what Sam has planned for me this evening. It's our first real date since becoming a thing about a month ago. With case upon case and literally stumbling onto a case, Sam and I haven't really had any time to go out and have fun.

***

When the boys finally come back, I am cleaned up and ready for whatever my tall hunter has planned for me. I watch as the boys put the stuff away. Dean waltz's off to his room only to turn around and eye me.

"Did you do something to my room while we were gone?"

I slip out of the kitchen chair and pocket my phone. "No, Dean. I was going to though."

Sam slips his arm through mine. I look up and see this huge smile on his face. "Shall we go?" He asks. I nod and Sam starts to lead me out of the bunker. "Don't wait up for us," Sam calls back after Dean.

"Dean is letting you drive this?" I raise an eyebrow when Sam leads us to the impala.

"Yep, took some convincing," Sam opens my side of the door and watches me as I slip into the front. Sam closes the door and with a few strides he in slipping into the driver seat and turning the car on.

"What do you say, we go to the buffet you like? Or that pizza parlor?" Sam looks at me and in the setting sun is at the perfect angle to see the color change in his eyes. My heart skips a beat and I almost instantly melt in my seat.

"You have said yourself that those two places should be shut down for who knows how many health code reasons," I shake my head and regain my composure.

"I mean, if you don't want to go to either places, I'm all for that because it's true, they should be shut down," Sam runs his hand through his long hair as he puts the impala into drive. "I just thought that maybe, I could shove it and take you there."

I smile and look at the road ahead of us. " You, Sam Winchester, are the sweetest man ever. But," I look over at him and he gives a quick sideways glance at me. "There is one place I want to try."

"Anywhere you want to go, my dear," Sam takes his free hand and rests it on my leg.

"Well," I take a deep breath. "It's a backyard-alley like taco spot. They make everything right in front of you, tortilla included. Everything is fresh. I've been thinking non-stop about it since Dean first mentioned it a few weeks ago."

Sam looks at me and back at the road. "Back alley taco shop. Do I need a gun?"

I laugh, "Maybe for the best. Let me text Dean to see if he has the directions."

***

When we pull up to the house, the sun was just about gone. Sam puts the car into park and opens the door and walks around to let me out. As I step out of the impala, Sam's hand lands on my waist. Pulling me up against his chest. He brushes my hair out my eyes and places a gentle kiss to my cheek before letting me go.

"Why the face?" Sam asks when he sees my scrunched up face.

"You missed," I take the collar of his shirt and press my lips to his. I instantly begin to feel my legs to shake.

"Indeed, I did," Sam mumbles. He wraps an arm around to keep me steady. Pulling back and keeping an arm around me, Sam says "How about we get you some tacos." He boops my nose with his index finger and links his arm in mine and leads us to the smell of tacos coming from the backyard of the house in front of us.

***

Back at the bunker, and full of tacos. Sam walks me to my room. "Tonight was fun," I say lacing my fingers into his. "We should do this more often when we have more down time."

Sam smiles. "We should."

Sam places a free hand on my waist and pulls me towards him. I place my hands on his chest and meet him halfway. Our lips move together like a dance. Sam slowly pushes me onto the wall where I wrap my arounds his neck and sigh into his lips.

"Ugh! Guys, not in the hallway, get a room," Deans voice ruins the moment.

Sam pulls away and give me an apologetic smile. I can see that even Sam wants to kick his brothers ass. Sam quickly kisses me and runs his thumb over my cheek and tells me goodnight before leaving me in the hall by myself.

I go into my room and get ready for bed. Once my head hits the pillow, I pass out.

I am slowly awakened by the bed sinking under me. I roll over to see Sam slipping into the small space beside me.

"I'm sorry," He whispers. "I didn't mean to wake you." He gathers me into his arms and tightly wraps his arm around me. His head resting on my head. "I just wanted to come lay with you."