“It’s alright, not the first time that’s happened.” Cleo laughed awkwardly. “People do that to me often as well, it gets kind of annoying.”

She pushed her long red hair back and smiled softly. “A beer would be nice.”

Might as well trust him, he did apologize for pointing a gun at her. “My name is Cleo, by the way. What’s yours?”

a slight smirk appeared on the hunter's features. his sense of embarrassment fading away with every passing second and every word she says. his green hues stared blankly into the fridge for a moment, before grabbing two beers and shutting the door. which hung open slightly -- making the room looks ten times more shitty. "it's kind of just how i was raised. Raised to be a warrior even when i'd been content throwing a football around." dean hung his head, promising himself that he wouldn't wear his heart on his sleeve. after everything he had been through, it was hard sometimes. rough, battle scarred hands handed her the icy cold beverage. "name's dean. dean winchester."

“I told you.” Cas said with a small laugh. “He missed his father… Well, his other father.”

The angel then petted Oreo behind his ears, causing him to purr lightly. “I’m glad we have him.”

little black and white furs tickled dean's neck as the kitten dug it's way further into the nape of the hunter's neck. dean stifled a giggle, fear of sounding unmanly.                                      "he's definitely a perfect addition."

“Oreo was lonely.” Cas said as he held the small kitten in his arms. “He wanted to see you and play with you. I couldn’t say no to him.”

The small kitten meowed in agreement and looked at Dean. “I thought maybe he would make you happy.”

dean tried hard to not laugh but, no matter how hard he tried to be this badass guy -- he always had a soft spot for oreo. 

“Woah!! Hey!! I can explain!!” Cleo said defensively, putting her hands up. Her green eyes widened with fear, but she had to stay calm. Otherwise her powers would slip.

And that would be fatal if that happened.

Pulling out her room key, she stepped a bit closer. “The man at the desk give me the key to this room. Room right right?” She pointed to the number on the room key. “I had no idea this was your room. Honestly I didn’t.”

She pushed her red hair back and picked up her bag. “Look, I’ll just go ask for another room or I’ll sleep in my car, I don’t care. Just don’t kill me or anything, deal?”

he lowered his weapon as the anger washed away from his green hued eyes.                       " my apologies. " he stammered, a little embarrassed that he had pulled his gun on a beautiful lady over a simple booking mistake.                               " in my line of work, finding strange people in my motel rooms usually                                         means they are here to try and kill me. key word -- try. " he stuck the pistol into the back waistband of his wrangler jeans and moved towards the fridge.                     " you want a beer or something? " he asked.                                                          " least i could do for pulling a gun on you. " he rubbed his neck, as he waited for an answer.

“My apologies Dean.” Cas said with a small nod, backing up slightly. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” Then again, he did do that all the time, so it wasn’t much of a surprise.

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

          " two words. personal time. " dean muttered as he finished his beer and grabbed another one.                       " what's so important that a text wouldn't work or a phone call? "

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