Desire

Last Friday night

I woke up, with pounding in my head and weird feeling in my stomach. Opening my eyes I realise, I'm laying on my stomach and mouth fully opened. As I close them I also realise I spent the night in Deans' room. I manage to lift my body in a sitting position. Checking my phone my lockscreen shows 10.15am. "Oh God." I say and smell my morning breath reeking of alcohol. I'm able to stand up and somehow make my way in the bathroom. I do my make up, just to not look like a zombie and walk in the kitchen.

The silence in the hallway is loud; I can just hear my shoes barely lifting off the floor. I get into kitchen and see Sam and Dean sleeping behind the table, with empty glasses still in their hand. And I thought I was a wreck today. Seeing all the empty bottles in the corner makes my stomach twist and gag.

I take a normal glass in my hand and drink some water. Never in my life water tasted so good as it does now. Putting the glass on the counter made brothers grunt and move in their seats. Sam's hand than falls of the table, making him jump and wake up, consequently waking up Dean.

"Good morning fellas." I greet barely standing on my feet. They look at me with confusion and grunt even more. "Ohhhh" Sam moans and straightens his posture.

"That was probably the best night, ever." Dean says and looks at me and his brother with narrow eyes. "Yeah tell me about it." I comment and take a seat next to him. "Girl you can drink. I swear you drank a whole bottle and you were standing till the end." Dean tells the story. "Yeah but I don't remember nothing after the last Tequila pong."

"Tequila's a bitch, but it awakens the dancer inside of you." Sam ads and wobbly stands up. "Yeahh she was a dancer last night!" Dean exclaims and pats my shoulder. I widely open my eyes and look at him covering my mouth "What did I do?". As I ask this and an ear-to-ear smile appears on his face.

"Did you take dancing classes?" he wonders and bites his lip. "Hip-hop when I was a kid." I answer and still wait for his explanation. "Well, yesterday that was not hip-hop." he states and looks at my ass. "No..." I realise and ask with a lower voice, trying to not get Sam's attention as he makes his toast.

He gives me a nod and a smirk. I can feel blushing and see the tip of my nose already red. "Oh Jesus." I hiss and cover my face with my hands. "I have a video footage..." he makes fun of me and starts grabbing his phone in his pocket. "Don't..." I command and Sam puts a plate with toast and fried eggs in front of us.

Without a question me and Dean dig in, and after an hour, hungover kind of passed. Head still hurts and thanks to Sam's breakfast and our stomachs settled down. We spent the rest of the day in the bunker relaxing and watching movies, and filling our batteries with sleep, for the upcoming day.

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The next day, we woke up like a new people. And today is the day we'll try and figure out if that giant black mass was the Darkness. Castiel didn't show up yesterday, he probably thought that the best thing to do, is to give us space and time to recover.

And as I'm thinking about him, sitting in the library, I hear his wings and he appears in front of us. "Hey Cass." Sam greets him and Castiel immediately starts explaining things. "The Darkness was set free. Whole heaven is panicking and everyone's running around like a headless chickens."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa Cass, slow down." Dean calms the situation and Cass sits down. "Darkness is walking on Earth." he repeats himself.

"Did you find anything out in heaven how to lock her up again?" I ask but he gives me "Are you kidding me" look. "Last time it took the power of God, and his archangels to lock her away. I don't think we can win in this." Cass continues.

"We'll figure something out." Sam calms us down and we sit in silence.

"Is there a spell or a ritual to summon God?" I ask. "Well, we met God before, and he is a bigger dick than archangels. He doesn't care, he doesn't listen to our prayers, but if he does listen, he doesn't answer." Dean says with anger.

As soon as he finishes his statement, a verry short man, even shorter than Crowley, appears in the room with us. "I always listen, and occasionally I answer Dean." he says and everyone look at him.

"That's God?" I whisper to Dean sitting next to me. He nods his head and confirms my answer. He looks like a dick.

"My sister got loose." Chuck states and crosses his arms. "We can explain." Castiel says but he's shut down by Chuck lifting his hand.

"I know what happened, and I'm here to help you." he explains as we look at him with surprised looks.