Sam- Being in a disgusting motel room you were NEVER going to touch the towels they provided. They never looked clean. The towels were probably supposed to be white but they were gray.

Sam had left his bag on sink. Full with flannels, jeans, socks, boxers, brush for his glorious hair, and his brown grandpa jacket. He couldn't care that much if you wore one of his flannels to your and his newly shared room.

Sam's enormous shirt was super long so you didn't exactly need to borrow his pants ,too. You sneaked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen on your way to your room.
"(Y/ N) are you wearing my shirt?" You whipped around and Sam was leaning on the counter snacking on cherries.

"I'm sorry. The towels look gross, I'll take it off when I-"

"(Y/N) I don't mind. You look beautiful in my shirt," Sam wrapped his hands around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

"So I can keep it. It's actually really comfortable," you look down at your feet and hair covers your face.

Sam spun you around "of course."

Dean- The Impala seems awesome right? Wrong.

You, Sam, and Dean had been hunting down a... well honestly that wasn't very clear, yet. The town was huge. Not population wise but square feet.

The car smelt horrible because I don't know why so the windows were open n and the car was freezing.The ride back from the police station was so longs. It felt like you had been in the car for hours. Hundreds of terrible hours. In a smelly car with two bickering men.

The sun started to set and your eyelids started drop. The sleepless took over.

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The slight breeze and the sound of the car opening woke me a bit. Arms scoped me out of the car and wrapped a cool material around you.

The arms carried you into the motel and placed you on one of the two beds. The cloth was actually a jacket. Dean's leather jacket. You glanced around still flat on the bed and Dean was setting up a small resemblance of a bed at the end of his. Or really at the moment it was yours.

Castiel- Last Halloween you and the boys had a hunt and skipped out on it. Cas and you didn't have to do Halloween. You get it. Cas is an angel and Halloween is when a demon rises from hell, but you his girlfriend is on of Lucifer's fallen angels. So naturally you would love to celebrate.

"Cas even thought we aren't doing Halloween, I'm still dressing up," you sing to Cas who is currently sulking with Dean and Bobby.

You take his trench coat out of the dryer because when you found out he never washed it you took action. You put it on over your stripped black and orange pajamas.

"Oh Cassie," you say as you skip up the stairs of Bobby's basement

"(Y/N) what are you doing," Cas looked at you.

"I'm going to Halloween as an arrogant, cavalier, imperious, audacious, presumptuous, mercenary, gat face angel. Isn't my costume perfect," you snap.

"I'm unsure of the meaning of those words but I am such Sam taught you them. All I know is if you were willing to celebrate Christmas last year with me then I will pass out candy to the children that stop here," Cas smiled weakly hoping to make you happy.

"Cas no kids come here all I really wanted was to make some Halloween treats," you accept his offering and you decide to make some spider cupcakes but before you start you go to take off Castiel's coat.

But Cas puts it back on.

"If you get it dirty we will wash it later."