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He blushes, a bit surprised. “Uh, yeah- I mean, no. I just, um…” You giggle at his awkwardness and lean up, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. You pull away, letting your hands linger on his broad shoulders. You don’t get too far before he’s pulling you in again. His lips were surprisingly soft. He pulls you closer by the waist and you absolutely melt. You feel the sparks fly and for a moment, forget yourself. But before you can run out of air you pull away with a sigh and a smile. You rest your head on his shoulders and breathe a laugh. Even if it was just for a moment, you didn’t know how anything you could have done in all your years could have earned you something so romantic. “One hell of a goodbye kiss, Winchester.” “Hopefully not our last.” He runs a hand through your hair and pulls back to look at you. “In your dreams, Sam.” You wink. Sam laughs sweetly and in what seemed like a bust of courage says, “Look, I know you’re like a god, which is crazy but maybe we could,

You nod and with all the force you can manage, you smash the stone against the aged hardwood floor. For a moment all is silent, not even the house dared to sigh. Suddenly the wind began howling and swirling around you and Crom Cruach manifests before you. The house wailed and moaned in shock at Crom Cruach’s imposing presence. “Morpheus.” His voice was a whisper and a shout all at once that coiled in your ears like a serpent. Crom Cruach begins towards you. The wind pushing you closer to him. Suddenly he stops. He looks at the ground beneath him. Realization strikes him and he screams your name, “MORPHEUS!” He is trapped. “Winchesters now!” You shout. Sam begins the exorcism but Crom Cruach throws him to the wall. Sam’s head hits the drywall with a sickening thud and you rush to his side as he crumbles to the floor. He’s still conscious but certainly concussed. He tries to sit up but you gently keep him down. “Dean!” You shout over the howling wind. Dean is already ahead of

“Yes, I’ll talk to Susan while you two search the boy’s room.” You decide on the spot. “Who died and made him Fred?” Dean grumbled. Sam simply raised his brows in response, meaning from what you gather, it’s not a bad plan. The older Winchester looks between the two of us, defeated. “Fine.” Upon that decision, Susan Roads walks back into the room with a glass of water for you. “Susan, could you point us in the direction of your son’s room?” Sam spoke politely. Mrs. Roads blushed, “Upstairs, second door on the left.” She gestured to the pristine white carpeted stairs. And with that, the Winchesters were gone. For now. You and Susan made your way, like clockwork, into the living room. You sat on the plush blue chair and she sat on the green upholstered couch next to it. She set a coaster down on the coffee table showing she knew the objective of her retrieving a glass of water for you. You set down your glass of water, acknowledging her assumption as true. “So what’s going on

The best of a bad situation, you guessed it would have to be Sam. He seems like a very nice guy. You’re sure he won’t bother you. “Can I sleep with you, Sam? You’re gonna be researching most of the night anyway, right?” Sam smiled over at you, “Uh yeah, That’s alright with me,” He said as he unloaded his laptop and sat down to work. “Alright, well you two get settled in. I’m gonna go rustle up some grub.” With that, Dean left and you were now alone with Sam. You went into the closet to dig out a spare blanket. Now, you weren’t short but you certainly weren’t the tallest thing in this form, especially compared to the Winchester brothers. You tried really hard to reach the blanket, collecting dust on the top shelf of the closet, without using your tiptoes. It was all so ridiculous when you really thought about it. As a god, you can alter your height whenever you see fit and you had been known to provide yourself a few more inches when the time was right but never in the presence of

You guess you’ll just have to have a little chat with them. You’ll keep it brief. An in and out sort of operation, just give them the information they need and be on your way. You gather your strength and fight back the ever-looming feeling that whatever you do next will completely ruin your chances of continuing your quiet life. You stand up and walk over to the Winchester brother’s table. “Hi,” you said awkwardly. “Hey,” Dean and Sam Winchester look at with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. “Aren’t you that guy, from yesterday?” Dean asked. “Oh, uh, yeah, with the car? Heh, that’s me!” You said awkwardly. “May I?” Dean nodded and you pulled a chair up to the table. “So I heard you guys were looking into the murders at that old house. I think I can probably be of some use to you.” You smiled. “Alright, whatcha got?” Dean smiled back. “Well, first of all, I know you guys aren’t FBI agents.” “You a hunter?” You shook your head. “No, just… Someone in the know. I-I’m (Name)

You made your way to your usual booth. You sat at that booth every time you came into the diner. You’ve sat at that booth so many times, they might as well just carve your name into it and section it off just for you. It was the perfect balance of beautiful view out of the window and an open view of the diner. You can admire the scenic beauty of the flourishing small town outside and keep an eye on whoever comes into the diner. You settle into your seat and take out a book from your bag. As you’re about to fold open the worn cover, you hear the bell on the door give a little ring and the towering Winchesters wander into the diner. All gruff voices and mysterious conversation. They nod to the waitress but they’re lost in their own little world. Your eyes trail them as they sit down at a table near you. Dean glances at you and you look back at your book quickly. Just then the nice waitress comes around with your coffee. “Sorry about the wait there, (Name). You came right when I was

A/N: Hey! This is a Choose your own adventure! So there will be some choices along the way. Don't worry, they all lead to happy endings! So, with that, please enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Introduction You sit quietly in the back of a car. It was a black 1967 Impala. Normally you wouldn’t have known something like that but yesterday you stumbled across the car parked on the street. You mumbled to yourself, something along the lines of: “Sweet ride! What kind of car is that?” A tall charming gentleman came out of nowhere and explained in great detail, everything you would ever need to know about the car. It was almost like he was trying to sell the thing to you. You liked cars sure but you were no expert and you didn’t particularly care to know about them. However, this guy and his impossibly taller brother were too cute to ignore. So you nodded and pretended you were listening to anything he was saying.