last night's snack

@ show champ
Bbh: after this ends we have to go to Japan
Aeries: nooooooooooo
Bbh: what would we do if we don’t go?
Aeries: play with us ~
Bbh: what would we play?
Aeries: snack party~~~
Bbh: [then] let’s do a snack party~
Aeries: kyaaaaaaaaa
Bbh: when we do a fansign bring some snacks ‘ㅅ’
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Big breakfast today - gingerbread oatmeal made with banana, hazelnuts, raisins, and rice milk; topped with sliced banana, chilli peanut butter, soya yoghurt and a sprinkle of cinnamon. I also had a Pink Lady Apple and three glasses of orange juice 🍊🍎🍌

How Sweet It Is

proposal prompt from @glenncoco4 - shirtless Deeks + donuts

This is incredibly cheesy, but I couldn’t help myself ;)


“Kensi Marie Blye.”

“Hmm?” She mumbles into her pillow, not bothering to lift her head or even open her eyes at the jostling of the mattress as Deeks sits on the edge of the bed. It’s Saturday morning, they’re not on-call for work, and she’s pretty sure the breakfast-in-bed she was promised today did not make the trip upstairs with the exasperated man next to her.

“Kens.”

Opening one eye, she glances at him and snakes one hand out from under the covers to rub his bare back.. “Is breakfast ready?”

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Morning Routine-Cheryl Blossom

Riverdale Imagine:#3

30 Day Challenge Domestic Prompts: #2-Morning Routine

Word Count: 655

Warnings: A little sexual like jokes and shit.

A/n: Ahhh I fucking pulled this out of my ass!!! But I don’t hate it! Also my first GirlxGirl writing and I think it’s fitting that it’s Cheryl because I fucking love her with all my biromantic little heart!

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Big long nature noodle. Kelpie is healing up well. She and Bartok rejoined the big colony tonight now that she’s healed enough to run around. This dandelion was a late night snack last night.

I know people will ask, so yes, rats can have dandelion. Hamsters, gerbils, and guinea pigs can have it too. And humans. Feel free to eat them if you know they’re clean. The leaves are full of vitamins A, C, and K, calcium, potassium, iron, and manganese. They are pretty much the richest food for vitamin K which is important for clotting. Many rodents are prone to bleeding and reduced clotting, so we like to give our guys the occasional dandelion in their treats. The flowers are sweet while the leaves are bitter.

We pluck ours from our fenced in yard where I cultivate them in a number of places and then rinse them thoroughly just like any other veggie. #rat #rats #spayandneuter #dandelion #taraxacum

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anonymous asked:

callout for taako: i went to get a midnight snack last night and he was cooking food? and when i asked him why he just stared at me with tired eyes and said "you can't have it" before drowning it in salt and throwing it away. taako, thats a waste of food. dont do that.

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awesometurtletails  asked:

Fia carefully pokes her head in, lilac flames flickering along the edge of her feathers. "Um... Miss Turtle said there was an issue with Fun Dip and Blue? Today's house cleaning day or she'd come herself."

“ISSUE?  THERE’S NO ISSUE HERE!!  THE ONLY ISSUE IS THAT I NEED TO FIND MORE FUN DIP!  OH, AND YOUR FLAMES ARE REALLY PRETTY!”

“tell turtle i said hey.”

“……”
Red stares at Fia, a bad feeling pitting in his gut.  Guilt?  Loss?
…Nah, he must’ve had one too many midnight snacks last night.  Yeah, that’s it. 

“YAY!  YOU’RE NOW MY BESTEST OF FRIENDS, HUMAN!”  Blueberry accepts the offering and sweeps you into a hug, twirling you around several times before letting go and running off.  He’s already ripped open several packets and started downing them.  

“…..welp, there’s no way this could end badly.”

Combining these ‘cause yeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Tamaki: It was almost impossible to NOT spend time with Tamaki when you were his s/o. He was constantly fretting over the simplest of things. So when you didn’t show up to school for a few days, he was obviously upset, and when you didn’t return any texts or phone calls, he almost went insane. Deciding to check on you at your house, he nervously knocked on the door. After greeting your parents, Tamaki made his way to his bedroom, where his mother had said you were.
knock , knock.
“I’m still not very hungry mom… The bowl of soup from earlier is still making me feel full..”
“______-chan!” 
You started at the feeling of sudden weight on your body, before relaxing, realizing it was just your over-imaginative boyfriend.
“I was worried sick!”
“And I was sick.” You retorted, ruffling his hair as he pouted.
“No, I’m being serious! I’m not leaving your side till your better.” Tamaki rolled off of you and pulled you close to his chest, arms locked leaving you no room to escape. You hummed, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
“These days have been so gray without you, princess. I think we should both take the day off school tomorrow. I can take care of you and you can rest easy under my watch to get better in no time!” 

Kyoya: You loved the hidden fact of Kyoya’s house-mom tactics, and was even more amused when Tamaki called him “Mommy”. You were at his house at his request for you to try his new recipe he was trying after not seeing eachother for a bit. You slumped at his kitchen counter, dowsing in and out. You’d been sick for the past days but didn’t tell him. Knowing your house-mom boyfriend, he would’ve made a chart of your symptoms and data, and created a strict regimen for medicine that he preached you should follow. 
“Okay, I think that’s enough time to cool dow- ___-chan? Are you sleeping?”
Jolting upright, you wiped a tribble of drool off your chin.
“Yes! Wide awake!”
“Would you like water or milk to drink with your noodles?”
“Hmm, water is fine please.”
He set the bowl in front of you and sat beside you with his own. Remembering his rule of don’t talk with your mouthfull, ___-chan the two of you ate in silence.
After Kyoya had finished his bowl, he turned to you, seeing you eye the food like it was moldy and smelled.
“Do you not like it, ___-chan? I thought it was excellent.”
“No I do!”
“Hmmm.. would your appetite be absent because you are feeling ill?”
You slumped in your seat and glanced at him, offering a weak smile.
“Knew it. You never avoid me on purpose.” He took your plates and placed them closer to the sink on the counter before picking you up and walking to the living room. He left and returned with medicine and warm blankets, wrapping you up and holding you, making you smile as he wordlessly showed how much he cared with a kiss atop your head.

Honey: It was Sunday, and you knew what that meant. That was always the day dedicated to your weekly tea-parties with your boyfriend. Planning to surprise him, you spent the whole previous night cooking all kinds of goodies for snacks, even going to the tea-store to get a few seasonal flavors to try out. Seeing as cooking wasn’t really your forte, it had taken a few extra hours to make a simple pound cake, leaving you a little more than tired in the morning. You were expecting him to come soon, so you began pouring the steaming-hot water into the cups. Yawning, your body subconsciously stretched itself, causing you to shake your grip and drop the tea-kettle, mindlessly trying to catch it, you winced as the hot water made contact with your delicate skin. Waving your hand hopelessly in the air, you cleaned the water the best you could and waited, although not that long, for Honey to arrive.
“___-chan!!! I’m here~!” He danced into the room and sat down beside you.
“Wow look at all these things! Did you make them yourself?!” You sheepishly nodded in response, making him squeal with glee and grab your burnt hand to pull you up for a hug. Upon hearing you gasp, he froze, staring at you.
“What happened to your hand, ____-chan?”
“I was a little tired after making all the snacks last night and dropped the kettle when pouring the tea and yawning…” You looked away at his silence.
“You… You…” He gripped you in for a bear hug, and you were surprised he could squeeze that hard.
“You did this all for me and ended hurting yourself! I have the best ___-chan in the wooorld but I don’t want you hurt! Sit! I’m gonna feed you everything and you’re not lifting a finger anymore till I can hold your hand again, got it?!” His tone was stern but his beaming smile was contagious.  

Mori: You loved attending Ouran Academy, you really did, but sometimes you wondering if they had to polish floor to the extent of it seeming equal to ice. Rushing to get to one of your classes earlier in the week, you rolled your ankle, getting a pang of pain in your ankle every step you took since then. It seemed like an embarrassing story, so you tried to walk as normal as you could, and you were good at it! Or so, you thought, until you noticed Mori’s eyes training a little too hard on your feet. 
“____-chan.”
“O-oh! Good morning, Mori-chan!” You greeted your boyfriend with a quick kiss as you put the rest of your books into your locker.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m good! But, shouldn’t you be at the Club Room right about now, Mori?”
“I told them I would be late.”
“Why’s that?” You shut your locker and locked it up, uncomfortably shuffling to your good foot as the pang got you again.
“I have to carry you.”
“You wha-? MORI!” As bluntly as he stated his actions, he took their course. With one arm around the middle of your back and one in the juncture of your bent knees, he swung your legs up and began walking.
“Where are we going, Mori-chan?”
“You’ll be a special guest in the club today. I will take care of you and the rest will bring you whatever you request as you recover.” He smiled before humming at your head cuddled in his neck.

Kaoru: There was a special dance coming up at the Academy, a formal of sorts where you had to dress fairly fancy (not that the school was anything less than the word). You, without hesitation, agreed to go with your loving boyfriend after he charmed you with an elaborate proposition plan. Now the only thing left, was to decide what colour to coordinate with the pair of you.
“Hmmm, what about this colour, ____-chan? It’ll bring out your lovely eyes and your beautiful skin tone!” Kaoru chimed as he ran up to you with a silky piece of fabric in his hand. He held it up to your face with a beaming smile, but that smile disappeared as he realized your always so beautiful skin tone had taken to a paler state, and your eyes were dulled with exhaustion. Dropping the fabric, he cupped your face.
“Is this why you didn’t hang out with me all weekend?! Have you been sick? Why didn’t you tell me!”
“I’m sorry, Kaoru… I didn’t want to worry you, or get you sick..” You dropped your gaze.
“Hmm. Well, this wont do. We wont be able to pick the right colour when you’re sick like this. Change of plans!” He clapped his hands above his head. “Weeee~,” He turned around and offered a piggy-pack to you, and you slowly climbed on. “Are going to have the best, bubble-bath, ever. And then! We’re going to watch whatever that show it is that you always watch while I play with your hair and you’re going to wear the comfiest pair of sweatpants and sweater that I own!”
Giggling, you hugged him a bit tighter.
“And of course, cuddles~.”

Hikaru: Being clumsy was a curse, and either you were cursed, or had incredibly bad luck. After being driven to school you knelt down before shutting the car door, saying thanks and goodbyes to your family. Remembering your phone in the console, you quickly yanked the door open to fish it out. Maybe a little too quickly.. The car door swung and made contact with the side of your face, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut from the fresh pain and growl at your laughing family members. Knowing it would bruise, you rushed to your locker and rushed straight to the bathroom after, parting your hair so it covered the growing bruise. Walking back to your locker, you found it hard to see with the new hair cut and almost ran into several people. Finally making it there, you sighed relief before feeling 2 hands on your shoulder whirl you around.
“Good-moooorning, my princ- PFFFt. What’s with the hair-do!?” Hikaru chuckled at your new look. 
You shot him a glare and turned your hurt-part of your face away from him.
“I-I’m just trying something out.”
“Please. It must be a pimple or something.” 
“Hikaru!” You barked as he pushed the hair away, instantly paling at your purple head.
“What happened?! Who did this?!” Too many questions flew out of his mouth at one time.
“Hikaru, relax! I… hit myself with the car door this morning.. I opened it too fast.”
“… AHAHHAHAHAHHA~! OH! That’s gold! Did someone film it?! Gosh, you’re so clumsy, darling, I love it!”
“Be quiet, idiot.”
“I’m sorry but it’s so cute~.”
“Love me.”
“Oh now, now. I doooo~.” He pulled you in for a hug, brushing your hair once more. “Let’s go home to my house. That’s probably gonna hurt in a bit and I know a dark room where we can cuddle and watch movies. And I can list off every single thing I love about you. Starting with number 1: Your clumsiness~.”

Haruhi: You were thankful that Haruhi welcomed you freely in her home now. You remember being a bit hesitant as it was no where near a mansion or grand masion that other students had. But you loved her nonetheless for who she was, not the walls she lived in. Not wanted her to think the opposite, you never rejected an offer to spend time with her there. Even if you were fighting a shiver that came after the cold walk here. You sat on the couch as she fetched some water and cookies, trying your best not to sneeze and shiver too much.
“Acho-fmph!” The dreaded sound escaped yourself before you could shove your face into your elbow to muffle it.
“___? Are you feeling okay? The walk wasn’t too cold right?” 
“Nono! I’m fi-fi-fAHCHOO.” You sheepishly grinned at her and rubbed your hands together.
“You baffoon. Tell me if you’re cold next time! Now lay back, I’m gonna get blankets and medicine.”
“Haruhi, I promise, I’m okaaaaay” You stretched the word as you shivered.
She raised an eyebrow and sat beside you, putting her hand on your head, squinting.
“You’re burning up, ____-chan.”
She smirked and cuddled closer, making you blush.
“And you have a fever, too.”
“Haruhi!” 

Happiness

My daddy gave me so much love last night. We got snacks and played uno and cuddled. He kept calling me his little handsome man and little dino boy and it just made me melt 😍😍😍😍

onliafaze  asked:

Here's a cute and silly one for you; The GoM's significant other has their hands full and their nose itches : 3

*screeches* Never have I heard such a cute idea

Kuroko was carrying Nigou in one hand and both of your bags in the other when Nigou nuzzled his face, tickling his nose with his fur. You looked at Kuroko scrunching up his face, trying to wiggle his nose and immediately understood what he needed. Without even thinking about it you reached over and scratched his nose, earning a slightly violated look from Kuroko until you finally hit the spot at which point he let out a sigh of relief. 
“Thank you ___-san, that was very thoughtful of you… how did you know?”
You didn’t have the heart to tell him about the ridiculous faces he’d been pulling and instead just said intuition.

Aomine was loudly complaining about how his itchy nose was distracting you during your one on one practise but he wholly refused to let go of the ball for even a second. He was starting to get on your nerves so you just charged at him, placing your hands either side of his face to drag you down to his level so you could scratch it for him. 
Ah what the hell do you think you’re…. oh right… thanks babe”
In his shock his grip on the ball loosened giving you an opportunity to steal it back and run as far away as you could from him.

Midorima would rather die than admit that right now his nose was burning in an itch so bad he wanted to ask you to scratch it for him. No you’d tell him off for having such a handful of a lucky item and he’d hate to have to actually ask. He was just shuffling uncomfortably, trying to graze his nose on his shoulder for some relief when you grabbed his chin and used your other hand to start scratching. Asking if you were in the right area he started blushing.
“A… A little to the left… I’m only letting you do this because its easier than waiting to do it myself nanodayo”

Kise just outright asked, practically wailing that his nose was itchy and he wanted his ___-cchi to scratch it for him. His hands were hardly occupied, just in his pockets but one flash of his puppy dog eyes won you over. You reluctantly relieved his itch whilst he sighed happily.
“Thank you ___-cchi. You’re the best”

Akashi was taken by surprise when he tried to sneeze but couldn’t, leaving him with an itch he just couldn’t scratch. Before he could drop his pen you’d popped up and come to his rescue. His eyes widened and his entire body tensed up but you continued, oblivious to how silly he felt. 
“Is that better Akashi-kun?”
“Y-yes. Thank you ____. However I’d like you to give me warning next time”

Murasakibara was just plain lazy. Sat back in his seat happily munching away on his snacks until a piece of his hair was blown into his face and began tickling his nose. Now he had a dilemma; carry on with his snacks or go get a bobble to stop his hair from getting in his face. You on the other hand found the situation very funny, looking at how his face was scrunched up in frustration you rummaged his bag for his hair tie. After you’d done his hair for him he asked if you could itch his nose too, complying you rubbed his squishy nose, giggling at the noises of content he was making.
“Thank you ___-chin. You can have some of my snacks now”

you dont UNDERSTAND i am the only vegetarian in my house and ive been living off of cereal and snack foods for weeks

Those Awkward First Meetings

Day seven: Serendipity

Summary: Nalu. Modern AU. In which Natsu goes on a quest for a midnight snack and ultimately fails (but maybe finds something better instead).

AN: We need to have a Fairy Tail Awkward Moments and Sarcastic Humour Week because I would totally nail everything in it.

UPDATE: I got rid of most of the spelling mistakes, but if I’ve missed any please tell me because it’s really fucking embarrassing if I notice them myself three weeks later.

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Natsu was hungry.

And hungry may or may not have been a slight understatement.

On second thoughts, maybe he was just a bit more then hungry.

Actually it was a rather large understatement.

Saying that Natsu was hungry was like saying that Erza was kind of scary, or that Happy liked fish, or that Juvia had a mild crush on Gray.

Natsu wasn’t just hungry,

Natsu was completely and utterly ravenous.

Right now he felt like he could eat a cow or six.

And then go on to eat everything else on the farm that they came from.

Including the people.

And the grass.

And the stuff in the slurry pit.

He was absolutely starving.

Now, if you told one of Natsu’s friends this, they would probably stop what the were doing, stare at you for a while, before bursting into a fit of hysterical laughter because, after all, Natsu is always hungry.

Like always.

And that was the problem.

You see, Natsu and Gray, the guy who he shared an apartment with, were both extremely lazy people who, according to Lisanna, ‘wouldn’t get up off their asses and move if there was a meteor hurtling towards their sofa at ten thousand miles per hour’. And because of that neither of them had bothered to go out and buy any food for the past few weeks, and, due to Natsu’s practically unquenchable hunger, they now had absolutely nothing in their cupboards.

Nothing.

Zero.

Na da.

Zilch.

And it was now two o'clock in the morning.

And Natsu had already scoured the entire kitchen twelve and a half times. The half had been when he had discovered an packet of doritos underneath the fridge and immediately eaten the entire thing, only to have to promptly run into the bathroom and throw up because they were mouldy and disgusting and him and Gray had been living in this apartment for three years now and neither of them ate doritos.

So who knew how long those things had been lying under the fridge for.

He had also found half a packet of polos down the sofa cushions, which he had eaten whole, and a bruised orange at the bottem of his rucksack, which he had also eaten whole (skin and all).

There had been a cheese sandwich in his bag with the orange, but it was all weird and fluffy and he was ninety six percent certain that there had been something growing out of it, so he had decided that instead of devouring it with the orange and the polos he would hide it in ice prick’s bed for him to find the next time he brought a girl home for the night.

After all, although most people would say that he ate anything and everything, even Natsu had to have some sort of limit to what he put inside his body.

And that sandwich was just ew.

So Natsu lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling miserably and clutching his empty stomach, and occasionally licking the polo wrapper desperately, as if to try and fill his belly with the dying flavout of cheap mints.

It was during one of these depressing licking sessions that a thought suddenly hit him on the head.

There was a vending machine at the end of their floor in their apartment building!

Natsu was up like a shot, rummaging around for the loose change he had found during his exploration of the kitchen. He then grabbed a random t-shirt from the floor and pulled it on backwards and, without even bothering with socks or shoes, sprinted out the door and down the corridor.

There! The vending machine was in sight! Natsu managed to slow himself down just before he ran head first into it.

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out the change, inserting it into the machine and typing in the number that would deliver him into heaven.

As Natsu watched the chocolate bar fall from the shelf he realised that he was drooling.

He picked it up, opened the wrapper, and was about to devour it whole when he heard two people having a full blown shouting match around the corner from where he was standing.

And if there one thing that Natsu loved as much as food, it was listening in on other people’s arguments and laughing at them in his head.

“Get your hands off me you cheating scumbag!”

That was a girl, and although she sounded angry he could tell that she had been crying.

“Lucy I-”

And that, Natsu thought, must be the prick that had cheated on her.

“No! I have had enough of you and your late nights and your supposed work trips and your secret girlfriend! You should be happy that I’m going, after all it means you can spend more time with her.”

“But-”

“No buts! This is my decision and it’s my final one. You should have thought about me before you started seeing her! I don’t fucking care what your excuses are, I’m leaving regardless. So if you’ll excuse me I’ll-”

Something cut the girl off and Natsu, being Natsu, just had to poke his head around to see what was happening.

He was confronted with the image of a woman being pinned to the wall by her probable ex, and Natsu immediately found himself curling his hand into a fist incase that jerk tried anything.

Even though it was cold, it was nighttime, he was half asleep and he was fucking starving, Natsu was itching for a fight.

Then again, Natsu was always itching for a fight.

He loved fights just as much as he loved food and listening to other people’s arguments.

However, it turned out that there was no need for one.

“Lucy please,” the jerk begged. “If you’d just listen to me I could-”

“Get your filthy hands off me asshole,” the girl shouted. “If you wanted me to listen then you could have told me about her yourself. I am so done with you and your stupid stupid lying!”

“Lucy pleas-”

Natsu had to stifle a laugh as he watched the woman deliver a swift kick right into the jerk’s balls. But instead he quickly ducked behind the corner again before either of them noticed him.

“Lucy wait!”

“Fuck off!”

Natsu heard someone storming towards him and prepared to make himself scarce, but before he could so much as take a step in the direction of his apartment the girl came flyimg around the corner and literally ran into him.

She was pretty, Natsu noticed, with long golden blonde hair and big chocolate coloured eyes, but her hair falling around her face messily and her eyes were red from crying. Her makeup was all smudged, and there was snot coming out of her nose.

She took a step back and looked up, taking in his messy hair and his bare feet and his back to front football shirt, and slowly the upset expression on her face turned into one of pure rage.

“Were you listening in on out conversation?” she practically screamed at him. “I can’t believe someone would do tha-”

He interrupted her mid rant by shoving his untouched chocolate bar into her hands.

“You look like you need this more than I do,” he managed to stutter out, before high tailing it back down the corridor to his apartment.

Only to immediately regret it when he realised that he once again had absolutely nothing to eat.

This was going to be a long night.

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The next morning he was sitting half asleep in his psychology class, with an empty stomach and a killer headache, when someone set a bar of chocolate down on the desk in front of him.

He wearily rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked up, only to find the blonde girl from last night standing in front of him, with bags under her eyes and fingers that were tapping nervously on his table.

Tap

Tap

Tap

“I’m sorry about last night,” she started to say, but Natsu cut her off.

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for,” he said with his mouth already full of chocolate. “After all, you are my saviour at the moment.”

She looked confused, so he gave her the simple version.

“I’m broke, we have no food, and I haven’t eaten properly in two days.”

She looked shocked at first, but her expression quickly changed to one of horror as something finally dawned on her. “Then that chocolate bar you gave me must have been… oh my gosh! I am so so sorry! If there’s anything I can-”

He had to cut her off again. “It’s fine, like I said last night, you needed it more than I did.”

She paused for a moment, as if she was thinking about something.

“I know! I’ll buy you lunch today, to make up for your chocolate bar. I’m Lucy by the way.”

“I’m Natsu, and that sounds amazing.”

He grinned at her, and when she smiled back part of him couldn’t help but think that, although he had failed his quest to find a snack last night, he might just have stumbled upon something better.

Family Ties part 5

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“What do you mean, Cas? What do you mean that she’s different?” Dean was eager for Castiel to answer, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“I…I’m not sure. I don’t understand,” he stuttered.

“Don’t understand what, Cas?”

“Her soul, her aura, her essence. It’s all….different. I’ve never seen-,” he stopped for a second. “We’ll continue this later,” he quickly sat back into his chair. Right as he finished speaking you peaked your head in from the kitchen.

“Garlic bread guys? Dean, is Dr. Sexy so intense that you have to sit that far up on your seat? You’re going to fall off the chair,” you laughed and got their requests for garlic bread. Dean settled back into his seat.

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Everyone sat around the dining room table. “This is fantastic, Y/N,” Dean said with a mouth full of food.

“I second that,” Sam commented.

“I’m glad you like it. I hope you like pie,” Dean’s eyes widened from across the table. “I made one apple and one chocolate for dessert.”

“Y/N,” Dean said, “you are my favorite person on the planet right now.”

Cas had this confused look on his face. “So, Y/N, tell me about your parents.” His interest sure came as a shock to you. Sam muttered something to Cas about manners but you told him it was alright.

“Um, my mom and dad met in elementary school, actually. They picked on each other constantly and became best friends. They started dating in high school and got married as soon as they were both 18.” The angel nodded waiting for you to continue. “They had me when they were 36. My mother, ugh, passed away when I was born.” The brothers looked down at their plates as you said that, feeling your grief.

“Your parents waited 18 years to have you. Why?” Man this Cas guy seemed nosy.

“Ugh, they had trouble having kids. They had pretty much given up when I came along. They called me their ‘Little Angel,’” you laughed thinking about the nickname now. “Dad still called me that,” you stated quietly, a mass amount of emotions coming to the surface. You cleared your throat, “If you will all excuse me,” you stood up, “I have some things I need to do.” You walked out of the kitchen and down the hall next to the living room, passed the library and study, and to the door at the end of the hallway. You stood there, looking at the door, not able to bring yourself to open in. You had over heard what Dean and Cas had been talking about. How you were different. You opened the door and walked inside to your parents old room. It still smelled like your dad, like old pine. You were never allowed in here as a kid unless you were with your dad, and after he died you couldn’t bring yourself inside the room to go through his things, that mentality that he had to be with you was still ingrained in your mind. “You’re an adult now, Y/N. You can do this.” You walked into your parents closet, running your hands over the close that were hanging up. There were a few objects of clothing of your mothers that your father never got rid of. As a kid you would come in the closet at least once a month and look at your mother’s objects. It’s how you felt close to her. A tear fell on your cheek. You shook your head, walking to the back shelf in the closet that held all of his journals from over the years. You grabbed one of his sweatshirts, that was way too big for you, and grabbed the first journal. You started reading.

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Dinner had ended in an awkward spot. Y/N ran off somewhere, Castiel said he had some things to do and flew off, but not before Dean asked him “what the hell” those questions were about. Sam, being Sam, got to work cleaning up the kitchen. Dean grabbed some pie and made his way back to the living room for some more sports, and Dr. Sexy, which came by on “accident.” Dean’s focus broke when he heard Sam’s phone go off.

“Yeah, Bobby, I’ll tell Dean and we’ll get on it. Maybe. We’ll leave tomorrow morning and get there by tomorrow night. Alright, Bobby, see you soon.” Sam came into the room, “Dean, that was Bobby. He said he might have a case for us near his place, ready to leave in the morning?”

“Sounds good Sammy,” he began walking away. “Hey, would you be alright if Y/N came with us?” Zepp growled on the floor next to Dean, “Sorry, Y/N and Zepp?”

“Sounds good to me. I’m going to bed, see you in the morning.”

Moments later Zepp popped his head up, looking around for something that Dean couldn’t see. A little whimper came from Zepp as he looked around some more then quickly got up, looking at Dean as he circled around between Dean and a hallway. “Alright I get it,” Dean said getting up. Zepp took off down the hallway and Dean followed him- right to a door at the end of the hallway. The door was cracked open and Zepp let himself in, moving the door with his nose. Zepp disappeared through another door inside the door, when Dean rounded that corner he saw you sitting down against the wall of this closet, a book in hand and 4 more stacked on the floor next to you, Zepp sitting right next to you, head on your lap. Dean cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Dean, sorry I didn’t see you there,” you said looking up to see Dean; he noticed your eyes were slightly red and puffy.

“You alright?” You sat up straight and put on a smile. “I’m fine, Dean, really. What’s up?”

“Bobby called. He said he’s got a case up by his place and I…we…me and Sam…were wondering if you and the fur ball wanted to come with.”

“What do you think, Zepp. You up for another hunt?” The dog barked happily. “Sounds like we’re in. When do we leave?”

“Bright and early.”

“Sounds great,” you began getting up. He asked where you were going. “I’m going to the kitchen to make some snacks for the road tomorrow.” You and Dean walked out of your parent’s room. “What were you reading,” he asked you?

“My Dad’s journals. Lots of information in them, just trying to find one thing in particular that doesn’t seem to be in there.”

******

Dean only agreed to let Zepp in his car when you put down the seat protector made just for dogs and leather seats. You all piled in the car right as the sun was rising, a long trip ahead of you. With Styx, Metallica, and more playing over the stereo you found yourself falling asleep in the backseat of the Impala.

The sound of a dying cat woke you up from your sleep, you opened your eyes to see it was just Dean singing, if that’s what you could call it. “Dean those vocal lessons were a waste,” you said. Sam’s laugh echoed through the car as Dean muttered a “Yeah, yeah.”

“Hey Y/N,” Sam began, “what kind of snacks you got?” Opening the bag you filled with snacks last night you began listing ‘the goods,’ as Dean called them. “Lets see. Some leftover pasta, a couple apples, some chips, some small salads and,” you pulled out a box, “some apple pie.” You lifted the box and a fork to Sam, he knew to pass it off to his brother. You grabbed a salad and passed it to Sam, “I can see the way you’re eyeing this so here Sam.”

The clock read noon. A solid 4 hour nap, sweet. That’s about the same as a full nights sleep you, or any hunter, could expect. The rest of the car ride past fairly quickly. You were relieved to arrive at Bobby’s.

“Honey, I’m home,” Dean yelled as he walked in the old home. You heard an ‘idjit’ muttered somewhere in the house followed by footsteps coming toward you. “Quiet you,” Bobby told Dean and he pulled you into a hug, “Hey there kiddo. It’s been awhile; you should have stopped by!”

“Is that why you through these two on my case, because it’s been awhile?” He laughed at your tone.

“That and I thought you might need it. I have a case for you all.”

******

You were upstairs about to go to sleep so you had no idea what the Dean and Bobby were talking about downstairs. “Your angel friend has always been a little out there, Dean.”

“But he said she was different, Bobby. Everyone’s different sure, but, the way he said it…You’d have thought he was seeing a- a demon or a shifter or something!”

“I’ve known this girl since she was a baby. I knew her parents since I started hunting. She’s clean, Dean, put it under the rug.”

“Whatever you say, Bobby.”