standing in your flame

Eva laughed quietly in response. "How could I ever say no to that?" she asked, peering up at him with a small grin, her heart filling with pride and happiness. "I love the idea very, very much." She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his, just enjoying the way it felt to be so close to him. She wasn't sure how she'd gotten this lucky. "But, speaking of birthdays, you guys better still have that 'until we meet again' whiskey. But! Before that, I believe I was holding something for you." Humming, she tapped at her lips before she leaned up, pressing her lips to his happily.

Sam listened to her, smiling happily when he heard her confirm that she wanted him to be her boyfriend - because it meant she wanted him in her life as much as he wanted to be in her life, and as much as he wanted her in his. His arms slid around her, then, and he pulled her closer. "Then, that's what I'll be," he assured her quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he lifted a hand to smooth her hair gently and listened to her as he spoke again. He nodded in understanding and shifted to rub her back in hopes of comforting her. "You were on my mind every day, too, Callie. I just kept thinking of trying to find ways to see you again, wanting to hear your voice, wanting to see your face, wanting to be near you - it's what kept me going." Smiling, he leaned to kiss her again for a moment. "Why's it in second place, hmm?"

Dean kissed Eva back happily, laughing into her lips as she reminded him about the whiskey. "Well then, go and get your sister. It's two shots now, build it up every birthday." Dean smirked. "Thanks for holding that kiss for me Eva," Dean pressed another kiss to her lips. "I owe you for a lifetime." Dean groaned as he remembered something. "The whiskey we got last year is in the fridge of the bunker, but I'm sure this place has some shitty whiskey. At least we're in good company, right?" Dean grinned, walking to the mini bar.

Callie smiled. "Cause the best birthday ever brought you into my life and changed me for the better." She admitted, pecking his lips repeatedly, just wanting to make up for all the time they'd missed out on over the past twelve months. "Hey, that reminds me," Callie laughed, taking a step back so she could get a good look at Sam. "You owe me a birthday shot." She grinned. "As it turns out, I've got a taste for whiskey now." She shrugged, ducking her head as she laughed.

"What? Two shots? No way, you're just saying that because you want us to drink more," Eva said, making a joking face, though she grinned, watching him for a few moments. Tilting her head, she listened to his words. "The bunker?" She arched a brow, curious, because she hadn't heard anything about a bunker before. Still, she smiled to the mention of whiskey and nodded. "I'll go get Callie and Sam." Climbing off the bed, she moved over to kiss his cheek before she walked out of the room. "Callie? Ready for birthday whiskey?"

Sam grinned slightly as he listened to her, enjoying each kiss she gave him, and nodded in understanding. "Well, then I can't complain to this birthday placing second, then," he joked lightly, but his grin broadened when she talked about whiskey and he laughed. "Well, if I'd had any idea that we would run into each other on this case, I would have made sure to bring the whiskey with us. How long did it take for you to get a taste for it?" Smiling, he arched a brow before looking over when he heard Eva, though his gaze settled back on Callie. "Looks like we'll be having whiskey, after all."

Dean laughed, shaking his head as he poured four shots. "Oh, the bunker, it's where we live. It's underground and it's pretty damn awesome." Dean confirmed. "It gives us some normality. You'll see it when we leave back for Kansas." Dean's smile broadened as Eva kissed his cheek, still on a high after getting everything out into the open. "Plus, it's a safe space for our friends - Cas especially." He nodded. "Bobby visits time to time, and Crowley just... comes when he feels like it." Dean rolled his eyes at the mention of the King of Hell.

"It didn't take long," Callie laughed. "I mean, we'd sit in bars to just relax, get out of the motel, it gave me a chance to write in the journal too, and you get all sorts of creeps. They're good for free booze though, so I guess I can't complain." She joked, offering Sam her hand as she gave a thumbs up to Eva. Callie led the way confidently, walking into the motel room and seeing Dean grinning ear to ear. Raising her eyebrows at Eva, Callie let go of Sam's hand, sitting by the wobbly table by the window.

Eva smiled to Callie's thumbs up before moving back to the bed to sit as she watched Dean. "Uh, that's a lot of name dropping," she mentioned, arching a brow, "Who are Cas, Bobby, and Crowley?" Curious, she watched Dean before her gaze went to Callie when her and Sam came in and, seeing her sister's raised brows, she felt her cheeks warm and she quickly looked away, though she'd caught sight of Callie letting go of Sam's hand. Mentally, she made a note to bring it up later.

Sam smiled as he listened to Callie, swearing that he could listen to her forever and never get tired of her voice. Still, he nodded slightly to her words. "None of the creeps bothered you, did they?" he asked carefully, unable to help but to feel a little worried with the mention of it. But, seeing how easily she had managed to handle him, he was hopeful that, if something had happened, she'd been able to handle herself with them. He followed her into the room and to the table, sitting down.

Callie grinned as she saw a blush creep onto Eva's cheeks, wiggling her eyebrows in Eva's direction, being stupidly over exaggerating.

Dean smiled. "Castiel's an angel." Dean paused, laughing as both girls looked wide eyed. "He's great. Bobby's basically a second Dad to us, our Dad raised us to be hunters. Bobby let us be kids. And uh, Crowley's the King of Hell and a demon. He's annoying as hell, but he's alright when he wants to be." Dean shrugged. "You'll meet all of them eventually, they come in time to time." Dean smiled. "Alright, are the Shining Twins ready for their shots?"

Callie smiled. "Not really," she reassured Sam, looking at Dean with a roll of her eyes, clearly teasing. "Will you stop calling us the friggin twins from the Shining!" She laughed, shaking her head. "God damn, we are not that creepy. I know we feel each other's pain, but..." Callie kicked the table leg, hoping that Eva was paying attention.

"So... You guys are friends with an angel and a demon? Is this a bad time to make a joke about having an angel on one shoulder and a demon on the other?" Eva asked, arching a brow as she watched him, though she listened intently to her sister, giving a noise of pain as she bent to rub her leg. "Callie! You totally did that on purpose!" She shot her sister an accusing look, though she made sure to hide her amusement.

Sam ducked his head, rubbing at his mouth to try to avoid laughing with the girls' antics. "To be fair, the Shining twins may just be the only twins Dean can compare you to, besides those from whatever porn he watches," he joked lightly, looking fairly amused, then, as he peered over at Dean, clearly looking to give his brother a hard time. "Anyways, that whiskey?" He arched a brow as he stood up and went to get the shots for Callie and himself.

"Trust me, Crowley's made that joke a hundred times. He drives us crazy. Dude's got a British accent." Dean trailed off as Callie kicked the table and Eva reacted. "Still weird." Dean commented, handing a shot to Eva and grabbing his own, sitting next to Eva, taking on a more relaxed and happier stance.

"Hey, blame Dean!" Callie kept a straight face, her heart swelling with happiness as she saw Sam trying to disguise his laugh. "I wouldn't have to hurt you if he stopped getting creeped out!" Callie accepted her shot from Sam, shooting him a grateful smile, looking satisfied with herself that she and Eva were managing to keep up the facade that Dean had fallen for.

Dean shook his head. "Alright, are we ready?" He grinned. "Prepare yourselves, it's cheap, it's gonna suck." Dean chuckled. "One... two... three!" Dean threw his shot back, swallowing and looking proud of himself, suddenly pulling a face at the aftertaste. "Man, I'm glad we saved that other bottle in the bunker." He frowned in disgust.

Callie pulled a face after the whiskey. "That is cheap." She laughed, not reacting with disgust like she did the first time she and Eva tried a shot. "What, do you guys not know anymore twins? Apart from the ones that show up in Dean's weird fantasies?" Callie asked, stifling a yawn.

"Dean, stop being creeped out," Eva quickly said, pouting, "At least all I do is pinch. Callie will be way meaner, to pay back for all the dolls I stole." She smiled, though, taking the glass before she drank the shot quickly, making a face. While she still wasn't the biggest fan of whiskey, she could at least tell good whiskey from bad, and that was definitely bad. "Yeah, we'll have to put that bottle to use, make up for this." She held up her glass, making a joking face.

Sam smiled when he saw Callie's grateful look, though he was honestly all for keeping up the facade to continue tricking Dean. And, if Dean ever realized it was actually fake, he'd never let Dean live it down. Shooting back his shot, he made a face of disgust once it was gone. "Yeah, but it's motel whiskey, so I guess it's expected," he agreed with Callie, looking over at her. "It doesn't ruin the birthday, though, does it?" He smiled slightly, arching a brow, though he shrugged slightly. "Uh... No twins worth noting, no." His expression softened into a gentle smile, though, when he noticed her yawn. "Tired?"

Dean looked paniced for a moment, making sure Eva wasn't that injured. "Sorry!" Dean frowned, looking at Callie, pointing an accusing finger. "Stop torturing your sister." He warned jokingly. "We'll start back to Kansas in the morning," Dean promised. "You two can drink your high class whiskey all you want. The bunker's pretty awesome too, it's a fun place to explore." Dean pulled Eva into his embrace, kissing the top of her head.

Callie flipped Dean off, shaking her head with a smile. "This birthday's been amazing, definitely on the top ten." she confirmed jokingly. "But it's definitely been a long day." She smiled at Sam, holding his hand from across the table. "Uh, yeah, a little." She nodded, trying to hide it, wanting to spend more time, awake, with Sam; afraid that if she fell asleep, she would wake up and Sam would've been some sort of dream.

Eva offered an amused look in response and she shifted, leaning against him as she relaxed. "Well, I can't wait to explore, then," she decided quietly, peering up at him for a moment, though she could feel herself growing tired, especially with the alcohol now in her system, even if it did suck. Yawning, she leaned into Dean, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms.

Sam smiled with amusement and lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles gently. "Well, as long as it's high up on the list," he joked lightly, giving her hand a squeeze as he ran his thumb over the back of her hand gently. He nodded, though, to her words, and watched her for a while. "How about you stay the night, then, and we can get some rest together?"

Dean nodded, not wanting to disturb Eva, opting instead to run his fingers through her hair to soothe her as he settled on his bed. It didn't matter to Dean that he was on top of the blanket, or if the bed itself was cheap and out of date, all it mattered was that Eva was with him, and they were together, and his whole world was in the motel room with him. Smiling at the thought, Dean glanced over at Sam and Callie, shutting his eyes as his exhaustion caught up with him.

Callie nodded, standing to her feet and stretching. Approaching Sam's bed, Callie smiled at the thought of spending a whole night in Sam's arms. Tying up her hair into a bun, Callie sat at the edge of the bed, watching the way Sam moved for a second. He was, by far, the most incredible thing Callie had ever laid eyes on, and she was grateful that he was with her now, for good. Laying down, Callie turned onto her side, closing her eyes.

A small, tired smile formed on Eva's lips when she felt Dean's fingers through her hair. Curling up against him, she rested her head on his chest as she relaxed, just so glad to be there. It was surreal that, a year ago, they'd parted ways, and, today, they were sleeping in the same bed, that she got to be in his arms. As the thought passed through her mind, it didn't take long for her to manage to drift off.

Sam smiled as he watched her before he stood from his seat, waiting until she was laying down before he moved to climb onto the bed. Shifting, he wrapped his arms around her gently and tugged him to her chest, rubbing her back gently as he took her in. Having her there, in his arms, he couldn't imagine anything better than the feeling she gave him. And, more than that, he couldn't imagine what his life would be like without her in it.

Dean woke up the next morning, gently moving off the bed. "Wakey wakey, Scooby gang!" Dean laughed. "Click your red shoes together, we're heading back to Kansas." He grinned at his own joke, his eyes instantly drifting to Eva, the way the sunrise made her look so ethereal. Dean smiled even wider, approaching the bed. Sitting on the edge, Dean caressed Eva's cheek gently, still amazed at how he got so lucky. "What do we do about your Bug?" Dean asked, knowing the girls would be too groggy to anwer, but still putting it out there.

Callie sat up, stretching. She let out a little noise of content, turning to look at Sam. She smiled, seeing his mouth slightly ajar. Leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, Callie stood to her feet, stealing Sam's jacket to wear. "I'm split between driving it to Kansas, if you've got space for it. If not, I'll just leave it, it's falling apart and it's not as cool as the Impala." She answered, her voice still heavy with sleep as she rubbed her eyes.

"We're not in Kansas yet, Toto," Eva murmured tiredly, stirring a bit with feeling Dean's hand on her cheek. Giving a noise, she yawned tiredly before opening her eyes to peer up at him, watching him for a moment before she rubbed at her eyes, though her hand eventually rested over his, squeezing it gently. "The Bug's loyal, we can't just abandon her."

Sam shifted when he heard his brother's voice, though he smiled with feeling Callie's lips against his forehead. Watching her, he eventually stood up, stretching a bit before he shrugged. "There's space for it in the bunker's garage, you don't have to worry," he assured Callie, offering a smile, "So, if you want to bring your Bug, you're completely welcome to."

Dean chuckled at Eva’s response about his Wizard of Oz joke, before he nodded. “She does look like a good car, plus I can fix her up a little.” Dean shrugged, moving from Eva reluctantly to get ready. “Man, I can’t wait to get back and relax a little before another case comes along. You two are gonna love the bunker.” Dean promised, going to freshen up in the bathroom.

“Alright,” Callie nodded. “Eva, if you like, you can ride with me or Dean.” She wiggled her eyebrows at her twin with a laugh, not letting her live it down that she was in love with Dean. “I’m sure Sam won’t mind keeping me company.” She approached Sam, wrapping her arms around his middle as she smiled up at him, clearly besotted.

Eva smiled slightly as she listened to Dean but she shifted to sit up on the bed, stretching her arms out above her. "If the bunker's that great, we're probably gonna get lost," she joked lightly, though she made a face when she heard Callie and stood up. "You know, if you just want to trade me for Sam so you two can make googly eyes at each other, all you had to do was say so," she joked lightly.

Sam smiled as he watched Callie, his arm sliding around her shoulders when she came to him, and he rubbed her back gently. "Dean's right, though. The bunker's full of knowledge," he mentioned, aware that Callie seemed to be as eager to learn about what all was out there as Sam was. It was something they shared and he hadn't expected to find somebody like that, but he was glad he had. He chuckled, though, to the girls teasing each other. "I definitely don't mind giving you company," he assured her with a grin.

“Listen,” Callie smirked at her twin. “I can make googly eyes at Sam all I want, but at least I admit to doing it.” She winked, keeping her voice down. “I see you staring at him. Just because you’re ten minutes older doesn’t mean you can tease me.” Callie laughed, looking at Sam. “I’m excited to see the bunker. I don’t think I’ll ever stop reading.” Although Callie’s smile broadened as Sam offered to keep her company.

Dean exited the bathroom, wiping his face dry with a towel. “We should be hitting the road in the next hour,” he informed the group, walking over to Eva to pull her closer to him as he pressed a sweet kiss to her temple. “But yeah, the bunker has room for the Bug, plus she’s a beauty of a car.” Dean shrugged, keeping Eva as close as he could, afraid of losing her again. Now that he had her, Dean wouldn’t let her go.

"It totally does mean I can tease you. It just also means that, unfortunately, I'm not exempt from being teased in return," Eva hummed out with amusement, though she grinned slightly up at Dean when he returned and leaned into his hold. "You know, you can be honest with us, Dean, if you've fallen in love with the Bug and plan to steal her away the first chance you get, you can just say so," she teased.

Sam listened to the pair, amused, but proud to hear Callie mention making googly eyes at him. Shifting, he held her closer to himself and kissed the top of her head, but didn't really involve himself in the twins teasing each other. "Trust me, there seems to always be something new to discover," he assured her with amusement, "It'll help fill out your journal, too, if you want. And there's plenty that we can teach you."

“You are not having our Bug!” Callie protested. “She’s seen us through some hard times — plus you have a friggin Impala, what more do you want?” She laughed, looking to Sam. “That Bug is my baby.” She joked, patting the pocket of her jeans to ensure the Bug’s keys were still there, despite sleeping on them all night. “Besides, she’s too girly for someone like Dean. He’ll be drinking cocktails before you know it.” Callie grinned up at Sam, nodding to his offer. She looked forward to be taught everything Sam knew. He was so intelligent and it was one of many things that Callie adored about him.

Dean frowned jokingly. “Am I not allowed to take her just for one spin? Come on!” Dean laughed. “Looks like it’s just you and me back to Kansas,” Dean smiled at Eva, excited to have her alone so he could hear about all the adventures she’d been up to in the past 12 months. He wanted to hear everything. Dean kissed the top of her head, relishing in the scent of her shampoo, which smelt of peaches.