I love this movie so much ugh. And I added Kevin because I had five quotes and I wanted to use them all.

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Summary: A Christopher Robin/Winnie the Pooh quote said by you to your boyfriend.

QOTP: Are you on an expotition, too?

Word Count: 1873

Cas -
Life as a hunter, in a word, sucks. You know that very well, but not from experience - from word of mouth. Getting kidnapped by demons tends to suck terribly, too, but you know this first hand.

It happened to you once, and that was how you met the Winchesters. You decided to stay with them, and - not being one for guns, monsters, or all those dreadful things - you opted to do research instead.

That's what you're doing right now, in fact - trying to find a way to kill an un-killable monster, who, conversely, is scheming to end the world.

And there's nothing very unusual about these circumstances at all.

The fact of the matter is, your search has turned nothing of use, so you have to conjure up plan to stop or slow it down. It's not going very well.

Then, Castiel walks into the library and finds you sitting with your head down as if you're resting. "What are you doing?" he asks.

"Nothing," you reply, not even bothering to sit up.

He makes his way to your chair. He's concerned, but also confused. "Why? I thought you were making a plan."

You sigh, shaking your head without lifting it. "I'm out of ideas."

Castiel becomes even more confused. "And this will help because...?"

You're so mentally tired that you don't even make an attempt at explaining the situation in your own words. Instead, you quote the first thing that comes to mind: Winnie the Pooh. "Doing nothing often leads to the very best kind of something."

Castiel, of course, doesn't recognize the quote. "I'm... not sure what that means, but it also kind of makes sense at the same time..."

You don't register what he says, lost in your own thought. Finally, you sit up and look at him tiredly. "I need coffee, a cake, a laptop, and a kiss if I'm gonna figure this out."

He leans down and lightly kisses you, then stands again. "I'll go get Sam and Dean."

Dean -
A sprained wrist seemed like such a trivial thing, but it proved you wrong when it put you out of commission.

A simple werewolf hunt turned out not to be a simple werewolf hunt, and now you can't hunt anything for a while. So, you've become temporary researcher, and you have absolutely nothing to do when Sam and Dean don't need any research done.

This means, of course, you're terribly bored.

You're sitting on the couch in Dean's "Fortress of Dean-itude" upside down. You've been this way for quite some time, trying to figure out why everything seems much more entertaining when viewed like this.

Then, Dean himself walks in, and you can tell that he's not a happy camper. You're concerned, but also relieved to not be alone anymore. Looking up at him, you quirk a brow. "You seemed stressed."

He sighs and sits down next to you, though he chooses to be right side up. "That's 'cause I am."

Your brows morph from a playful quirk into a concerned furrow. "Why?"

"Crowley." He doesn't elaborate any further.

The relationship between your boyfriend and the some-what lovable nuisance amuses you. So, you make a joke. "Did your wittle best friend stab you in the back again?"

Dean scoffs, looking down at you, un-phased by your upside down state. "When does he not?"

You shrug, grimacing a little. "I mean, you're not wrong."

He sighs yet again, rubbing his face tiredly. "It's gonna be impossible to find him now..."

He was talking more to himself than you, then, but a quote pops into your head. "People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing everyday."

He stops, confused by your sudden poetic prowess. "What does that even mean? And why does it sound so familiar?"

You bolt upright, causing spots to cloud your vision for a few seconds or so. "Oh, my gosh, you watched Winnie the Pooh."

Recognition crosses Dean's face, but then he shakes his head and tries to play it off. "Sam watched Winnie the Pooh. I was forced."

You only smirk and return to your upside down position. "Mhmm."

Dean feigns offence. "You know, you're acting like a real Woozle right now."

You fight off a smile and scoff. "That's big talk coming from a Heffalump."

Jack -
You're in the kitchen, making yourself one of God's best creations - mac and cheese. (I know some people wouldn't agree, but those people are either lactose intolerant or lacking in good taste. I'm sorry; it's just the facts.)

At some point, Jack, your adorable and clueless boyfriend, walks in with a perplexed look on his face. "Y/N?"

You don't look away from the pot, but address him sweetly. "Yes, sweetheart?"

He blushes at the cute nickname, walking over to you and glancing at the food you're making. "Why do people... forget things sometimes?"

You stop stirring and look up at him, caught off guard by the question. "What do you mean?"

He thinks for a moment, a cute expression on his face as he does so. "Like... when Dean walks in the library and forgets what he's doing and walks back out again. Or that time you forgot the name of that book you really like and you had to think about it for a while..."

You turn back to the mac and cheese, knowing that there's an explanation for what he's asking about. However, you have absolutely no clue what it is, so you say something else instead. "Oh. Well, sometimes, we've got so much stuff in our heads that some of it falls out, and we've gotta go find it again."

He goes quiet, even more confused than before. At the very least, he knows that's impossible. For one thing, it doesn't make that much sense. "That's a silly explanation."

You smile. "Why, thank you."

"Is there a real reason, though?" he asks as you turn off the stove and head for the cabinet containing the bowls.

"Probably," you reply. "But you'd have to ask Sam. He's a nerd; he'd know."

Kevin -
You always thought Kevin had such a dreadful stroke of luck. He was thrust into the position of prophet, then had ancient tablets shoved in his face because he's the only one who can translate them. The main problem with that, though, is that translating them gives him a headache to end all headaches. Not to mention the immense stress he's under, being hunted by Crowley and all.

Sam and Dean decided to have you stay with him to make sure he's safe. You're an experienced hunter, you and Kevin are quite close in age, and then there's the fact that you're dating. It's unclear if Sam and Dean are aware of that, though...

Anyway, one day, you can't stand to see Kevin so tired, stressed, and in pain anymore. You sit down on the table to his right and start gently combing your fingers through his hair. "You need a break and some fresh air. So why don't we step outside for a little bit? Take a walk?"

He sighs and looks up at you, deep bags hanging under his eyes. "Y/N, I can't leave. Sam and Dean said-"

You cut him off. "Sam and Dean left me here to keep you safe, and if I can do that in here, I can do it out there. I've been hunting since I was a kid, Kev. And you need a break. You're never gonna get anything done if you just sit there like that."

He hesitates for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the idea. "... Fine."

You smile, almost immediately leading him outside to the freedom and fresh air. You take his hand and walk around, exploring a small piece of the quaint town you're in.

You spot a fast food restaurant and stop to get something to eat, then decide to head back.

The only problem is, you can't exactly do that.

You can't remember the way.

Kevin starts panicking, and you're painfully aware of the gun you've tucked into your waistband. You walk for a while, then realize you're walking in circles.

Kevin is hyperventilating at this point, which doesn't make this predicament any easier on you. "Oh, crap. I knew we never should've left. We're gonna die. Crowley's gonna find us-"

You attempt to calm him. "Stay calm, okay? We'll figure this out." You look around you to see if you recognize anything. The fast food restaurant is distantly on your right, so you turn and start walking left.

Kevin is completely flummoxed. "Where are you going?"

You're not quite sure where you're going at all, but he doesn't have to know that. "I always get to where I'm going by walking away from where I've been."

There's a slight pause, then Kevin asks, "Are you quoting Winnie the Pooh at me right now?"

You shrug. "Well, you seem stressed and Winnie the Pooh is a very calming charact-"

Suddenly, you're interrupted by the very man you'd been dying to see. "Hello, children. Wandered too far away from Mummy, have we?"

Crowley.

You sigh, muttering, "Oh, bother."

Sam -
You're in the library with your boyfriend Sam. He's on his laptop, and you're on your phone. You don't speak to each other much; he's looking for a case.

As you're scrolling, an ad for Disney World pops up and you get a wonderful idea. "We should a take a vacation."

Sam looks over at you, a brow quirked in amusement. "A vacation?"

You nod eagerly, already planning the whole thing out in your head. "Yeah. You, me, Dean, and Jack. And Cas, if he wants to come. We could go to Disney World."

Sam raises both eyebrows at you, then. "Disney World?"

"Yeah," you reply, shrugging. "You and Dean commit credit card fraud all the time."

He laughs at the nonchalantness of your statemnt. "Ok, yeah. But, honey, we don't have time. We got cases, and another apocalypse is probably gonna start up soon that we'll have to stop."

You huff like a child, then shake your head when you remember a very appropriate quote. "There's always time for a smackeral of wonder, Sam."

He stops, finding the phrase slightly familiar, confusing, and amusing all at the same time. "What's a smackeral?"

You give him a look. "Like you don't know."

He puts his hands up as if that's supposed to make you instantly believe him. "I really have no idea."

You gasp. "You uncultured swine."

"What?" he asks, bemused.

"Winnie the Pooh!" you shout; he should've known that. "It's how much honey he eats every time he puts his hand in the jar! I can't believe you!"

He laughs, then, shaking his head. "I haven't watched Winnie the Pooh since I was a kid, Y/N."

"Well, we oughta change that right now," you reply, going to find your laptop.