A Supernatural fanfiction. Starts after episode s07ep09, "How To Win Friends And Influence Monsters". I have started writing a sequel, but I'm waiting until I get some views to publish it.


4. The Kiss

When I wake up I hop in the shower, get dressed, and go downstairs. Dean’s sleeping in the guest room upstairs, and Sam is on a hunt a couple towns away. They decided to stay at my house for a while, and they can find hunts close by. I go outside to feed the horses and cows, then go back inside. Dean’s awake when I walk in, and he’s having a beer on the couch.

“Mornin’.” I say, sitting next to him.

“Mornin’.” he replies. “So what do you want to do today?”

“Actually, one of my friends is coming over for a trail ride.”

“Cool, so what am I supposed to do?” he asks.

“I don’t know, you could come with us.” I answer invitingly.

“OK, what’s this friend’s name?”



About 3 hours later, Clara shows up. Dean and I already tacked up the horses, and are talking in the tack room.

“Hello?” Clara asks, coming into the barn.

“In here.” I say, walking into the aisle of the barn.

“Hi!” Clara exclaims, giving me a hug.

“Clara, this is Dean.” I say, introducing him.

“Hi.” he says, shaking her hand.

“Hi.” she repeats, looking up at him.

“Let’s go on a trail ride.” I tell them.


“So, is Dean your boyfriend or something?” Clara asks, once Dean is ahead of us on the trail.

“Not really, it’s complicated.” I reply

“So what is he?”

“My... roommate.”

“And, nothing else?”

“Eh, like I said, it’s complicated.”

“Whatever.” Clara trots to catch up with Dean and starts talking to him. Probably to ask him the same question. We ride back to the barn and put the horses in the paddock. Then Dean walks up to me and we walk to the house, with Clara in front of us.

“So, why’d she want to know if we’re together?” he asks.

“I have no idea.” I reply.


A few hours later, we’re sitting in the living room. With Dean on the chair and Clara and I on the couch.

“I should probably go, I have to walk my dog before it gets dark.” Clara says.

“OK, bye.” I answer.

“Bye.” Dean says.

“Bye.” Clara replies. She walks out of the house, and Dean goes to get a beer. He comes back a couple minutes later, with a confused look on his face.

“What took you so long?” I ask.

“Clara asked me to walk her to her car.” he replies, with the confused look still on his face.

“What’s with the face?” I ask, concerned.

“Uh... nothing.” he says, erasing the look from his face.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” I say as I get up. I walk upstairs and into my room. I sit down on my bed, when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Dean gently knocks on my door and pokes his head in.

“Hey, I just wanted to say goodnight.” he says, stepping into my room.

“K, ‘night.” I reply, quietly.

“Look, uh, can I tell you something?” he asks, moving closer to me.

“Of course, what is it?”

“Well, um, Clara... kissed me.” he answers.

“WHAT!?” I exclaim, “Did you kiss her back?”

“No! Of course not.” he replies. All of a sudden he bends down so I fall back on the bed, and he kisses me passionately. “I love you.” he whispers.


When I wake up in the morning, I’m still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I roll over and Dean is sleeping next to me, also in his clothes. I get up and go downstairs. I walk into the living room and a guy wearing a trenchcoat is just standing there.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my house!?” I demand.

“My name’s Castiel.” he replies.

“Wait, Cas?” I ask.

“Yes, how’d you know my name?”

“Dean told me about you.”

“Where’s Dean?”

“Upstairs, sleeping.” I say.


“What are you doing here?”

“Meg told me they went to Maine on a hunt, last she heard from them.”

“Who the hell is Meg?”

“She’s a demon.”

“And you didn’t kill her, why?”

“Because she’s my friend.”

“Right. An angel friends with a demon.”

“Yes. It’s complicated.” he says, Dean comes down the stairs and walks into the living room.

“Cas? What’re you doing here?” he asks.

“Meg told me you went to Maine on a hunt the last time she heard from you.” Cas answers.

“Yeah, that was over a month ago.”

“Oh.” Cas says.

"Why'd you come here all of a sudden?" Dean asks.

"Because I needed to talk to you, alone." Cas says seriously. Everything he says seems to be serious.

"Fine, c'mon outside." Dean replies, walking to the door.

"OK." They walk outside onto the porch. At first I can't hear them talking, but then they start arguing. All I can hear is muffled shouting, mostly Dean's voice. I faintly hear Dean say "I'm done, just done." And then the door slams. Dean walks into the room, and I wonder what happened.

"You OK?" I ask, wondering where Cas went.

"Yeah, fine." he replies.

"C'mon, tell me the truth."

"I'm fine!" he demands.

"No you're not, I heard you arguing out there!"

"Yeah, well, Cas did some... things. He's trying to apologize, but he's a little... crazy." he said, reluctantly.

"OK... what sort of things?" I ask moving toward him.

"Just... things."

"Oh. That's very specific." I reply sarcastically.

"I just, don't… want to talk about it right now." he says, embracing me.

"OK, but you better tell me later." I say, looking at him in the eyes.

"I will, just… later." he says. I kiss him, and he kisses me back. He grabs a beer and follows me out to the barn. "So, what do you want to do today?" Dean asks while I'm throwing hay into Kindling’s stall.

"I don't know, I should really go talk to Clara." I reply.

"No, c'mon, don't go there." he says, walking closer to me

"I have too, I told her that we aren't together and then she kissed you."

"I told her we aren't together too, but then I told her I have a girlfriend. So whatever she was thinking when she kissed me had nothing to do with the fact she thought we weren't together."

"OK, and, we are together, right?"

"Yeah, of course, why'd you ask that?"

"No reason." I say, he moves closer to me and he's less than an inch away from me.

"I don't tell people I love them for no reason."

"Wait, you meant it?"

"Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?"

"Then say it again."


"You heard me, I want you to say it again."

"I love you." He kisses me, and I don't want it to stop.


A couple hours later, Clara pulls up into the driveway.

"So, why'd you have me come over?" she asks, getting out of her car.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." I say, opening the door and walking inside.

"About what?" she replies, sitting down on the couch.

"About… yesterday." I tell her.

"What about yesterday?" she asks, looking around.

"Umm… well, you know how I said Dean and I aren't together?" I say.

"Yeah, why?" she answers.

"Well… like I said, it's complicated. And we actually kinda are together." I say, wondering if she'll bring up the kiss.

"Oh! Uh… I wish I had known that before…" she starts.

"I know about the kiss." I confess.

"You do! How!?" she exclaims.

"Dean told me." I tell her.

"I… kissed him. And you guys are fine with it?"

"More or less, yeah."

"Weren't you mad at him? Or me?" she asks frantically.

"At first, I guess."

"How are you that chill about it!?"

"I was mad at him but he told me it meant nothing and then I was cool with it."


"So, did you actually talk to Clara?" Dean asks, as we sit on the couch.

"Yeah, I did." I reply.

"And? What happened?" he says.

“Nothing. She just said that if she had known we’re together she wouldn’t have kissed you.” I answer.

“Really? Nothing happened?” he says.

“Pretty much.” I tell him.

"Alright, I guess it went well then." he replies.

"I guess, seeing as it could have gone way worse." I say, as I get off the couch and go to get a beer. As I'm getting a beer from my fridge, I hear Dean start talking to Cas. Yes, Cas. I don't know why but he likes to show up with no warning. I can hear Dean telling Cas he needs to clean up his own mess, and Cas saying "I don't fight anymore, I watch the bees." A pretty weird conversation, that I don't fully understand. I walk in and Cas is gone. "Where'd Cas go?" I ask looking at Dean.

"I don't know, he hasn't been himself lately." he answers.

"How so?"

"Well, I did say he did some… things. His head got a little messed up. He won't fight anymore, he just watches insects."

"Insects?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah, like bees, he's obsessed with bees." he replies.

"Bees?" I ask, again.

"Yup, he even collected honey on his own and then offered it to the King of Hell."

"Honey? To the King of Hell? Really?"

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