Tittle: Token

Pairing: none

Rating: Gen

Kinks: fluff, h/c, protective boys, hurt/scared Cas

Characters: Dean W. Sam W. Castiel, Rowley, OMD(as in demon)

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Dean was walking back from the garage, singing along with a holla lotta love when the thumping made him turn.

He was in his cut off short shorts –to piss/scare/traumatize Sammy- and had not one weapon with him so he ran back to his room and changed in a second, took his Glock, his sawed off and an angel blade and ran back down.

Sam heard the hasty footsteps and left his book and moved down the hall calling out for his brother. “Dean?” he didn’t heard a reply so he followed him.

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Castiel was sitting in his room, he has one now; it’s just like every other room in the bunker but it’s his, with his bed and his bathroom, and is the first time he’s ever had something HIS. The laptop he’s using is Dean’s; so is the show he’s watching, Into The Badlands happens to be awesome. He understands Sunny’s inner battle between obeying his master or doing what is right, the weight of decisions too heavy for him who couldn’t see the bigger picture.

The sound came from deep into the ground, as if the very foundation of the bunker had been hit by a pneumatic hammer. It frozen his blood the second it sounded, it couldn’t be there.