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The bunker was a place of solitude. A place for the hunters to collect their thoughts between hunts, to rest and relax. Yes, you are a hunter and yes, you are in the bunker. But the persistent knocking on your door day and night allowed neither rest nor relaxation. Ever since you woke from the djinn’s sleep you couldn’t stand to look at the boys. It broke your heart all over again every time you left the room so you stopped leaving. When they’d leave on hunts you’d go stock up on food, toiletries. You knew you should talk to them, maybe even leave all together, but the hurt was still too fresh. Each one had a different approach. Dean would knock loud and often, trying to annoy you into opening the door, reasoning with you, often listing reasons you’d have to come out. Sam would try to be soft and understanding. He would leave food by your door, tell you to take your time.
Recently they switched tactics. Sam would come by and read outside your door. He’d tell you what hunt it was for, what he found so interesting about it. Dean would blast AC/DC and sing along. You hadn’t really heard from Cas. The boys never gave any indication that they knew what your dream world consisted of but that didn’t mean Cas hasn’t told them. They could just be trying to spare your feelings.
“Do you plan on dying here?”
The small blade you kept strapped to your ankle left your fingers before you had time to think. Cas caught it like it was nothing and tilted his head at you.
“I-” You swallowed your apology and rearranged your blankets. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people.”
“Would you have opened the door if I had knocked?”
You blushed and picked at an imaginary fuzz on your blanket.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Why are you here Cas?”
The angel sat on your bed stiffly and you blushed even harder.
“Sam and Dean. They have been praying to me. About you. Always you. Asking what happened in your dream. Where you went, who you saw...How to fix whatever is broken inside of you.”
You turned away so he wouldn’t see the tears beginning to trickle down your face.
“I did not think it appropriate of me to tell them without your permission.”
“You don’t have it.” You looked him in the eye and forgot your tears for the moment. “They can’t know. If they did, they would feel responsible. They would beat themselves up over it and they don’t deserve that. I will figure it out.”
“Holing up in your room and refusing to come out does not seem like a healthy coping mechanism.” You tensed and looked away, hoping it was enough for the angel to get the message and leave. “I have a request.”
You remained unresponsive.
“I would like to see every part of your dream world. I got the gist while I was in there but I want the details.”
You hesitated.
“If I say yes...will you erase it?”
Cas’ jaw clenched and you could see his conflicted emotions warring behind his eyes.
“Only if I think that is necessary.”
“Why would I agree to such a half-assed promise?” You glared.
“You will forget but the boys won’t. They will question and question and you will end up begging me to restore your memory just to make it end.” You rolled your eyes and Cas caught your chin gently to bring your eyes back to his. ‘You know yourself better than anyone Y/n. Look me in the eye and tell me that not knowing wouldn’t drive you mad.”
Your face twisted into a frown and you yanked back. You weren’t angry at Cas necessarily; you were angry he was right. If you for one second suspected part of you was missing you’d do anything to get it back.
“Fine. You can look. Not like you’ll see something worse than you already have.”
His finger touched your temple and you could see your memories racing in front of your eyes, like a movie in fast forward. When it was done, you gasped, all your emotions reawakened and fresh. You pushed Cas away and tried to catch your breath, fresh tears filling your eyes.
“I didn’t...I thought it was just sexual.” Cas’ voice was hoarse.
“You thought I was this upset over sex?” You hissed at him, grasping the small amount of rage he gave you and making it into a mountain. It was easier than dealing with everything else you were feeling.
“Yes. I have spent many years with humans and I am still not sure what to expect. It seems as though every person responds to sex differently. I thought it was just...your way?”
“Well it isn’t. Now are you erasing it or not?” Your heart dropped when the angel began slowly shaking his head.
“I think you need to talk to Sam and Dean. You need to-”
“No you need to! ” You knew you were screaming but you didn’t care. “You need to take it away! Erase all of it, I don’t want it, not a minute, second, hour, of these memories! Take it all Cas, please!”
He began to protest and you shoved him.
“Out! Get out! I want you out! Leave! I don’t want to see your face in here again unless you’re taking it all away!” You shoved him from your bed right out the door, leaving the all powerful angel of the Lord sprawled on his back in the hallway, in front of a very confused Sam who tried to catch the door before it closed but kept tripping over Cas. They listened to the locks on the other side slide into place and your quiet sobs after.
“What the hell Cas? You mean you can fix it and you just won’t?”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
“How?”
“I can’t tell you.”
Dean slammed his beer down and ran a hand through his hair.
“Yea yea, she has to tell us in her own time yada yada yada.”
“Is...is it our fault? Did we do something?” Cas sighed and looked into Sam’s worried face, unsure how to answer.
“Yes and no. But Y/n doesn’t want you worrying about it. She doesn’t want you to feel responsible.”
Dean downed his beer and stood.
“I have to go shoot something.”
Sam scoffed and watched his brother grab a bottle of Jack before skulking in the direction of the shooting range.
“Should he be drinking and handling a loaded weapon?” Cas asked. Sam shrugged.
“That’s how Dad would do it.”
“Y/n…” You looked up from your laptop and heard Dean fall against the door and slide down. You stood, wondering if the bunker was under attack. “Y/n...why won’t you c’mout? Is lonely out here.”
He’s drunk.
“Have you ever noticed how pretty sigils are? Then they get all glowyyy. Whooo!”
Incredibly drunk.
You went and sat next to the door, hugging your knees and watching his shadow in the crack under our door.
“Please tell me whas wrong.” The pain in his voice squeezed your heart like a snake with a mouse. “I just...I mean I love Sammy but the bunker without you iz so lonely. He’s my brother but iz diffrnt. Yer not my brother. Deeeefinitly not. Have you seen you? Noooot a brother, no way.”
His fingers crept under the door as far as they could.
“Please don’t leave me Y/n.” His voice was so soft you almost missed it. Neither of you said a word until you reached out and covered his fingers with yours. “Open the door.”
You swallowed your fear and pain. The locks suddenly seemed too easy to undo and the door was open in no time. Dean was still sitting on the floor but he looked up and grabbed your legs, hugging them like a child.
“Dean...Dean you shouldn’t sit on the floor. You’ll get dirty.” You knew it was ridiculous thing to say but it was the only thing that would come out.
“Missed yooouuu. I missed you.” Dean pressed his face against your thigh and groaned. “I am too many drunk.”
“I agree.” You pulled him up and helped him to our bed. You thought he’d pass out immediately but instead he got comfy under the blankets and rubbed the spot next to him. After a long pause trying to decide if it was worth it to protest you crawled in and let yourself enjoy being wrapped up in Dean’s strong arms.
“Why are you mad at us?” Dean whispered sadly. “Whatever happened in your djinn dream, it wasn’t real. We didn’t do it.”
You snorted a laugh, fighting the tears welling up in your eyes.
“No you certainly did not.” Dean pulled away to look at you, confused. You sighed and decided telling drunk Dean wouldn’t be so bad; he probably wouldn’t even remember it in the morning.
“Alright look...in the dream we were all together. You, me, Cas, Sam. We were all...in a relationship. It was perfect and worked unbelievably well and honestly I should’ve known something was wrong but, man, did I want to believe it.”
You took a deep breath when you were done, having forgotten to breath, and watched Dean’s face. His expression was unreadable and the longer it took him to speak the more nervous you got.
“I don’t blame you guys. It isn’t your fault, I’m not mad at you or anything. It just hurts to be around you right now. I’ve thought of-”
“So does that mean that, before the djinn, you had feelings for us?” You blinked at his interruption.
“What?”
“The djinn taps in to secret wants and desires, it doesn’t create them. So, did you have feelings for us?”
You began blushing. “Of course, I feel like I was pretty obvious.”
He started chuckling and your blush deepened.
“Not obvious enough. We had no idea.”
“Ok well. Now you do. I’ve been thinking of leaving the bunker to-”
“What? What did you just say?” Dean surged up and was suddenly staring down at you intensely, his arms holding him above you. They trembled slightly and he groaned. “I’m never drinking again.”
“Liar.” You tried to glare but there was no conviction behind it. “And if you puke on me I’ll definitely leave.”
“Y/n…” Dean got dangerously close and the smell of whiskey flooded you, making you whoozy. “Don’t even joke bout that. We’d fall apart without you.”
He pressed his forehead to yours and brushed his nose against yours. Your chest tightened and you couldn’t steady your breath.
“Dean, please...You can’t...you can’t be this comfortable with me anymore. As much as I love it, it hurts my heart.”
Dean had stopped listening. He was sighing and nuzzling his face into your neck, half laying on top of you.
“You’re the best ever. Beesstt.” He clung to you even harder and his breathing evened out. You let out a short, disbelieving laugh. Dean muttered something in his sleep and you settled in, running your fingers through his hair until you drifted off as well.
“Um...whaaat’s goin on?”
You jolted awake, surprised to find yourself anchored down by a muscled arm. In the doorway Sam and Cas were there with a tray of breakfast food. Sam had probably come to drop off food and check the door like he did every morning; only this time it was actually unlocked. Dean groaned and brought the blankets up to block out the chill.
“Good morning to you too sunshine.” Dean grinned sleepily at you for a beat then his eyes went wide. He looked around the room and started rubbing his eyes. “Whoa wait...Y/n did I stay here last night? I thought that was a dream!”
You just shook your head and gathered the blankets around you, wishing you could just melt into them. Dean jumped up and tried to shake off his disorientation.
“Well! Since we’re here!” Sam set down the tray and clapped his hands together eagerly. “What the fuck Y/n!”
You blushed and burrowed further into your blankets.
“Whoooa! Easy Sammy!” Dean held out his hands in a defensive gesture. “Y/n has obviously been going through some stuff too ok?”
“Fine but she couldn’t have checked in? We were worried sick!”
Cas inched over to you and cleared his throat.
“Y/n wouldn’t it just be easier to tell them?”
“Yes!” Sam and Dean answered for you.
“Hey! I already told you !” You pointed accusingly at Dean, who shrugged.
“Doesn’t count. I was drunk.”
You bit your lip and sighed. Finally you met Cas’s eye and nodded slightly. Before the boys could ask, he strode over and put his fingers to their temples. The next few minutes were more tense than anything you’ve experienced as you watched a million emotions and expressions cross their faces. When it was over they still didn’t speak. Just when you thought you’d made a huge mistake Dean broke the silence.
“You’re an idiot.” For a second you must have looked like a fish gasping for breath. “Of course that was a dream. You think I’d let our first time together be in a car in a random alley? Baby is great but c’mon Y/n.”
“Wha-”
“I don’t know I thought it was pretty accurate. I love me some ties.” Sam smirked.
“Well fine the sex stuff was pretty close but I like to think I’d have better self-control when it comes to taking the virginity of the woman I love!”
“W-Wha-”
“I don’t know bro, I don’t think either of us would have had self-control in that situation.” Sam plopped down on the bed on one side of you while Dean took the other.
“What the hell is going on?!” You slapped the blanket and glared at them both. “ What are you saying?”
“Y/n if you just opened your eyes you’d know damn well we love you and want to be with you. Neither of us asked you out because we fought about it so much when we first met you, we decided nothing would happen unless you started it. You just never did. We didn’t even consider that you might want both of us.”
Your lower lip trembled and you covered your face with blankets.
“So you’re saying,” Your voice was muffled and the boys had to lean in to hear. “This whole time you felt the same...and I’ve been upset for nothing?”
“Well. That might be too far; you were still kidnapped by a djinn and that’s definitely something to be upset about.”
They could hear you sniffling under the blankets and when you hiccupped with the force of your sobs they wrapped you in their arms.
“I swear I’m happy...it’s just so overwhelming.” You hiccupped again and let them pull down your blankets enough for your eyes to peek out. Sam and Dean took turns kissing your temple.
“Take your time baby.”
You curled against Dean’s chest and grabbed Sam’s hand where it was holding the blankets, kissing his fingertips lightly.
“Thank you.”
When you finally calmed down you sat up with the boys and found Cas waiting with a cup of tea which he handed to you carefully. You watched them as you took a few sips. Neither of them brought up what was going on but the way they’d look at you said they were thinking about it as much as you were. Cas had been silent through the whole thing. You had thought he would’ve left during that scene with the blankets but he seemed content to sit at the foot of your bed and watch you, his expression unreadable.
“Cas.” You cradled your empty cup in your hands. “I feel like I have to ask...where do you stand in all this?”
He blinked and tilted his head in that way you loved.
“You have always been a very special human to me, as have Dean and Sam. I suppose I do regard you with a significant amount of affection not typically found in platonic relationships.” His brows pulled together and thought for a moment.
The boys looked both shocked and impressed.
“We actually didn’t know this part.” Sam told you. “I mean we thought maybe but he plays things so close to the trench coat we-”
“I do regard you romantically but I suppose I stand a bit farther than the boys. In your dream thing went much faster than I would have pictured.” You blushed. “Though it would be a lie to say I’ve not thought of our relationship evolving into such a fantasy.”
“Even the angel wants to bang Y/n.” Dean dodged Sam’s shoulder slap. “What?! It’s a compliment!”
Your eyes locked with the angel’s and you were surprised to see him blushing. You handed your cup to Sam and got up on all fours so you were an inch away from Cas. The kiss was chaste compared to anything in your djinn dream but it made your heart race nonetheless.
“That’s fine with me.” You whispered against his lips. He leaned forward and kissed you again, running his fingers through your hair before pulling away again.
“I have to go. But I will come back soon and we will take it slow.”
You nodded.and he was gone when you blinked. You started sitting.
“Oh don’t move on our account. We were enjoying the view.”
You looked back and saw the boys staring at your ass, grinning. You dropped your shoulders and arched, wiggling your hips at them.
“This view?”
Both boys groaned. A light smack made you gasp. Sam smirked. Dean let one hand trail up the back of your thigh until he was grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Sooo...how accurate was my dream?” You bit your lip and giggled when the boys simultaneously grinned.
“Up to finding out?”
You flipped over and nodded, not even trying to disguise your squirming. Sam growled low in his throat and lunged toward your lips, kissing you deeply while his hands trailed up your sides, pushing your shirt up as he went. Dean manuevered between your legs, massaging up your thighs until he was massaging tantalizingly close to your pussy. You moaned against Sam, your hands tangling in his hair as you wiggled your hips. Dean’s deep chuckle made you shiver just before he gently sank his teeth into your soft thigh. You had to pull away from Sam to gasp Dean’s name. Sam bit his lip as his drank in your lust filled expression. He held your eyes as he rolled up your shirt and started moving slowly downward. He bypassed your breasts and pressed a wet kiss in the center of your stomach. You sighed as he kissed his way up. Just as he pulled your nipple into his mouth Dean sucked your soaked pussy through your sweatpants. You cried out their names as they made you writhe beneath them. Dean rolled down your pants, letting them dangle off one leg as he impatiently reclaimed his spot between your legs. He ate you like you were the most delicious scoop of ice cream ever. Your moan was cut off by Sam’s lips, your now wet nipples reacting pleasantly to the cool air. Your hand trailed down until you were rubbing Sam’s hard cock through his jeans. He thrust against your palm while he groaned.
“I want you.” He growled against your lips. Your smile wavered slightly. “What? What’s wrong?”
Dean came up in a daze, stopping in case you were having second thoughts.
“No nothing just...I mean the only reason things went so smooth in the dream was because I was uh... very ready. I was just wondering if maybe you guys had some um. Some...lube?” You could feel yourself turning red.
“I’ve got this!” Dean shot up and stumbled out, trying to adjust himself as he ran to his room. Sam settled between your legs, finally pulling off his shirt before kissing you again. He ground his cock into your pussy through his pants.
“Mmm you seem pretty ready already but it couldn’t hurt.” He grinned as you rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Sam swirled his tongue around your nipple and you let your fingers scratch down his back which made him thrust against you harder.
“Ok! We have original, tingly, or strawberry kiwi.”
Sam groaned and dramatically buried his face between your breasts while you burst into laughter.
“I think we’ll be good with original.” You grinned as Dean tossed the other (sizable) bottles away and stripped as he made his way back to the bed. He kissed you still tasting like your pussy. You pulled away to watch him as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock, getting even more aroused as his eyes closed in pleasure.
“What do you want baby?” Sam murmured against your belly between kisses. You looked at them both.
“I want one of you inside me.”
They groaned in unison. Sam sat up and removed his remaining clothing while you and Dean slowly kissed, exploring each other.
“May I?”
Dean barely looked up, handing his brother the lube as he moved from your lips to your throat. Sam stroked a generous amount onto his cock before pressing against your entrance. You tried to relax your body as he slowly pressed into you. It was more painful than the dream version but not by much- you were glad you suggested the lube. Dean helped you relax by nipping at your neck and tits. Before you knew it Sam’s hips were flush against you. You gasped. There was a little discomfort but it quickly faded as he started stroking into you in short shallow thrusts. Dean’s tongue was teasing your nipples while a hand slide down to lightly play with your clit. Sam started fucking you a little deeper and you arched, your drawn out moan a clear sign of approval.
“Oh god Sam!” You cried. He gradually picked up the pace as you relaxed and got into the rhythm of things. You started pumping your hand up and down Dean’s cock.
“Y/n…” Sam’s voice was full of ecstasy and urgency. You looked into his eyes and understood.
“Cum for me.” You shuddered as Sam’s thrusts began quick and hard until he cried out and collapsed on top of you, Dean jumping out of the way just in time. The two of you kissed languidly before Sam rolled onto his back, trying to catch his breath.
You looked up at Dean and bit your lip.
“Dean could…? I’m just so close could you maybe…?”
He didn’t bother waiting for the rest of your sentence. Dean flipped and positioned you the way he wanted. He took a minute to admire your upturned ass before sinking in balls deep.
“Yes!” You hissed and moaned happily at the new angle. Dean reached around and began rubbing your clit while biting your neck. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as Sam watched.
“Dean…” You started trembling and Dean pressed into you so deeply he was practically pushing you flat against the bed, trapping his arm as he worked your clit. He groaned in your ear as you came around him, triggering his own orgasm. You both lay there panting until you all somehow found the strength to situate yourselves under a blanket.
“I don’t know about you but..totally worth the wait.”
You giggled and curled up on Sam’s chest while Dean wrapped his arms around you from behind.
“Sam? Dean?...I love you.”
They smiled at you sleepily.
“We love you Y/n.”