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Sana, Sana

Castiel x Reader fluff.

“Sana sana colita de rana; si no sanas hoy, sanara manana.” A saying I heard a lot growing up in a Mexican household.

You stumbled out of the bar, Dean at your side. The two of you were disgusting drunk and were followed by Sam and Castiel, the latter completely sober.

“You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby. There was somethin’ missin’,” Dean and you sang out loud and totally out of key to the sky.

“Sam, what are they singing?” Castiel looked over to the hunter, who just smirked.

“REO Speedwagon.”

“You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe. But you didn’t listen!” You screamed out the lyrics, while trying to hold on to Dean who was stumbling just as much as you. The two of you starting laughing and singing all the way to the motel room a block down. Sam and Cas trailed behind the two of you, talking amongst themselves and keeping an eye on Dean and you.

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Remind Me

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:    977

This is for @paigeinastory‘s Country Song Fic/Sentence Prompt Challenge. My song was “Remind Me” by Carrie Underwood and Brad Paisley; my sentence was “What happened to us?”

Warning: leading up to implied smut, but no actual smut.

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, send me an ask.

        You were sitting in the bedroom when Jensen came into the room. Neither of you said anything. That’s how it usually was. But you were fine. You told everyone you were fine. You told each other you were fine.

           There was something different about him this night though. Something bothering him. Something he wanted to say.

           “Y/N?” he looked at you.

           “Yeah?” you looked up at him.

           “What happened to us?” he asked.

           “What do you mean?”

           He sighed, sitting down on the bed, “We used to be that couple that everyone wanted to be. We were close in public. Sometimes too close according to some people,” he said, “But … now, we barely even look at each other in the privacy of our own home.”

           “I don’t know, Jensen,” you said.

           “We have a good relationship,” he said, “But … it used to be great. And I want to get back to great again.”

           “Remind me,” you said.

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