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pepperful-qt · 4 years

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it's just milk

Kageyama Tobio x f!Reader

A/N: 🥛he cute

Warnings: strong language

Length: 3.9k

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Kageyama's day had been going well. He’d woken up refreshed and made it to school on time, and even written some notes the way Yachi taught him during English class, even if he’d missed some of the lecture from focusing too much on the color coding. His mind was clear and calm, so much so he knew exactly which flavor of milk he wanted today.

Everything was going so well, until you happened.

The vending machine he frequented was located in a quiet spot on campus, which is part of why Kageyama liked it so much. He could collect his thoughts on yesterday’s practice or plan new techniques to try that afternoon. He didn’t think much of the unfamiliar girl standing in front of the machine and stepped behind you.

After a moment of thought you tapped the button under the milk carton and fetched your dispensed drink from the bin. As you walked away, Kageyama wasted no time and punched in his request immediately.

OUT OF STOCK.

The dooming message scrolled across the led screen before his eyes. He retracted his fingers and looked in shock at the red light shining from the button, confirming the horrible reality.

“Huh?” Kageyama exclaimed out loud. This had never happened before. This machine never ran out of anything.

You casually looked over your shoulder at the noise as you sipped on your drink. Kageyama glanced your way, only to immediately tense at the sight of the carton in your hand. It was his milk.

“Hey you!” he seethed with narrowed eyes. You froze and nearly choked under the boy’s intense glare. Warily you peeked behind you, only seeing two other conversing students who now had their attention trained on you both, though when you looked back at the boy who had called out was undoubtedly staring at you. Slowly, you raised a finger towards yourself.

“Me?”

“You took the last milk drink,” he accused and paced up to you with purpose. You blinked in shock at how much taller he was up close before you processed his words.

“I--what?” You stared, bewildered, at the boy staring absolute daggers into you. Did you hear him correctly? He pointed at the drink in your hand.

“That. You took the last one.”

“I’m...sorry? I guess?” You tilted your head, unsure what he wanted.

“Can I have it?” Though he phrased it as a question, his tone sounded as though he was giving a command.

“What? No.”

Kageyama’s eyes widened in shock before a snarl twisted his lips.

“Why?”

“Why?” You repeated his words in bewilderment. “Well firstly, I’ve already opened it, so unless you’re willing to share my spit, you’re not getting it.” Kageyama’s nose scrunched at your straightforward language. “Secondly, it’s first come first serve, so don’t be a sore loser.”

That set him off more than your threats of germ-spreading.

“What?” he growled lowly.

“That’s how it works,” you stated matter-of-factly, taking a long sip from your straw to emphasize your point.

“I don’t lose.”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” you offered, unsure what to say to this boy who seemed to be taking his milk way too seriously. “There’s other drinks, just get one of them.”

“I don’t want the others,” he fumed, his fists clenching and unclenching in irritation. What was with the nerve of this girl?

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you,” you said, backing up to leave. There was just the slightest amused smile on your face that made his insides burn. “Better luck next time, okay?”

Kageyama watched you disappear around the corner with his mouth agape.

The students that had been watching the exchange stood in shock as well, then turned cautiously back to the bristling setter still frozen in the middle of the hallway. With a huff he turned on his heel and marched away, absolutely bristling.

***

Kageyama had made sure to get there first the next day, but his mind was nowhere near as clear as it had been the day before. Since yesterday your words had been echoing in his head nonstop, and his pleasant day had been ruined thereafter. Even his teammates noticed he was on edge during practice. After Hinata mentioned it and received a spike to the head as a result, the rest of the team decided to leave it be.

So here he was, staring down the vending machine with fervent consideration. The button for his favorite still shone a dull red, leaving him with only three other flavors to choose from.

“You’ll burn a hole through it if you stare any harder.” A distinctly familiar voice met his ears and broke his trance. When his eyes fell on the source, you, he let out an involuntary sigh of disdain.

“What?”

“You’ve been standing there for at least five minutes,” you said, a hand on your hip. “Are you having a crisis or something?”

“Why do you care?” Kageyama frowned, jerking his head back toward the machine.

“I’m thirsty,” you quipped back. He felt his patience thinning. How could you be so infuriating?

“If you don’t want to wait, go to another machine,” he countered with a scowl, though he maintained an even tone.

Kageyama expected another retort, but was surprised when he heard your soft laugh instead. He eyed you curiously as you approached.

“Nah, I’m good,” you smirked, leaning in front of him to drop in a coin and punch the button for strawberry milk. Kageyama stood stunned before his brain registered how close you were and he jerked back.

“H-hey!” he stuttered indignantly. You simply straightened and waved the drink in your hand before poking the straw through and taking a sip. “You said first come first serve!”

“Oh, did I?” You tilted your head innocently. “I don’t remember.”

Kageyama narrowed his eyes into a fierce glare. You stared each other down before you shrugged and stepped aside. Taking a soothing breath, he refocused his attention on the machine. Instead of leaving, though, you leaned back on the cement wall and continued to observe him. He shot you another glimpse before deciding to ignore you out of spite.

“Sorry, I was just teasing,” you spoke up after almost a minute of painfully awkward silence. His jaw clenched to the sincerity in your voice, but he still kept his eyes trained on the drinks, silently begging you to leave. Earning no reaction, you continued, “So, what’s on your mind?”

Silence. Kageyama clearly wasn’t trying too hard to hide the fact he was purposefully ignoring you.

“That’s mature,” you snickered quietly.

“What are you still doing here?” he snapped suddenly, once again staring a hole into the machine.

“Having a one sided conversation apparently,” you sighed. He didn’t respond. “Why do you care so much about the milk anyway?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” Kageyama scoffed before he could stop himself. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed you flinch at the harshness of his tone, but he decidedly swallowed his guilt.

“I was just curious,” you muttered so quietly he wasn’t sure if he imagined it. Your head was turned away and the straw was stuck between your pouting lips.

“I like it,” he stated with a huff. “Do I need another reason?”

You laughed again, and he was just as surprised as before. He felt a heat on his neck from embarrassment, even though he knew there was no reason to be. He hadn’t said anything weird, right?

“What?” he asked, furrowing his brows defensively.

“Nothing,” you grinned, shaking your head slightly.

A shout and laugh echoed in the distance, catching the attention of both of you. Curiously you peeked around the corner, spotting two figures tossing a ball between them.

“Oh hey, volleyball!” you exclaimed. Kageyama’s head immediately jerked in your direction, taking two steps to peer out from behind you. His face involuntarily twisted into a frown when he saw Hinata and Sugawara passing the ball back and forth.

“This school’s boy’s team is supposed to be really good right?” you continued.

“Yeah,” Kageyama responded with a nod.

“I just transferred here so I’m not in a club yet.” You took another thoughtful sip as Kageyama’s eyes stared at the back of your head. That explained why he didn’t recognize you. “I’d like to watch them play one day. My last school wasn’t very good at sports.”

“All that shrimpy dumbass knows how to do is jump and hit the ball. He has no actual technique,” he grumbled while drilling a glare into Hinata’s ginger head. You whipped your head around at his language and noticed how he watched the other boy.

“You know him?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. Kageyama met your gleaming eyes and looked away with a frown before returning to the machine. You just sighed and watched the boys for a little longer before turning back.

“Here.” You dug in your pocket for a second before reaching out with your fist, gesturing for his hand. Confused, he held out his palm and you pressed two 100 yen coins into it. His hands were surprisingly well taken care of, you noticed. “For last time.”

Kageyama just stared down at his hand with a blank expression.

“Thanks,” he managed.

“Take it easy, alright?” He glanced back at your face. You were smiling. “It’s just milk.”

He watched you walk away again, feeling the weight of the coins in his hand.

***

Kageyama noticed you in the halls now. He was just a little more aware of your presence. You continued to greet him when you met at the vending machines, and he would give you a nod in acknowledgement. The majority of his annoyance toward you had receded, though there was still a prickling in his stomach caused by your presence he couldn’t seem to shake.

The week after your first encounter the vending machine got restocked. Kageyama practically lit up at the sight of the green button and eagerly inserted his coins. However, to his dismay, the drink never came.

“Huh?” He banged his fist against the glass. No way had it gotten stuck. A slew of curses flew from his mouth as he slammed his knuckles into the button again in vain. Just as he was about to shoulder slam the machine, he noticed you approaching from around the corner.

You stopped in your tracks at the sight of Kageyama staring back at you in position to tackle the vending machine.

“I, uh, it’s stuck,” he explained sheepishly, feeling his ears start to burn. Quickly, he averted his gaze and rubbed the back of his neck in hopes you wouldn’t notice.

“Ah.” You watched him squirm and smiled to yourself before walking over and putting your hands on the machine. “There’s a trick to these ones.” You slammed your fists on the top of the machine and gave one more whack to the middle before the drink came tumbling into the bin. Satisfied, you threw a thumbs up at Kageyama, who had taken a step back and was looking at you with wide eyes.

“Th-Thanks,” he stuttered, reaching down to grab his milk. He gave you a nod and started to walk away.

“Kageyama, right?” you said suddenly, making him turn back to you. He hadn’t realized you never introduced yourselves. “That’s your name yeah? I’m y/n. Shouyo told me about you.”

Kageyama’s hand clenched at the name, squirting milk into his face. He cursed and wiped it away with his sleeve, trying to settle the burning in his chest. Was he angry? Why would he be angry? Also, why were you on a first name basis with Hinata?

“How do you know that idiot?” he grumbled and squinted towards you.

“Ah, it’s a long story.” You waved a hand dismissively. “Short version is I thought he looked cool while playing and started talking to him.”

A loud tch escaped Kageyama’s lips at the absurd statement. That feeling in his gut swelled up again, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

“He’s not cool,” he retorted with a scowl. “He’s a dumbass who looks flashy because he can jump high.”

“You think so?” you laughed, leaning back against the vending machine.

“It’s just the truth,” he stated, looking away from your teasing smirk. “It’s much cooler to watch someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

“Oh of course. Someone like you, Mr. miracle-super-setter?”

Kageyama flushed at your absurd nickname. Why were you looking at him like that?

“Well..I-I guess.” He lifted his chin a bit. “The setter is the best position after all.”

Your eyebrows raised at his confidence. To his disappointment, you just nodded and received your own drink.

“He also said something about you being a King of the Court,” you mentioned, turning the carton over in your hand. Kageyama’s blood turned to ice at his old moniker. Before he could open his mouth, you raised your drink towards him and continued, “I don’t know if I believe that. You’re more like a king of vending machine milk, right?”

“I’m not a king,” he deadpanned. His cold tone caused you to hesitate. You regard him carefully before offering a small smile.

“I hope to see you play sometime, Kageyama.”

“Right,” is all he manages to say. Immediately the cold in his body is replaced by fiery warmth when he hears you say his name. He gives you a quick nod before pacing away and leaving you in the dust.

***

Slowly, friendly greetings turned into casual conversations, and eventually those conversations continued after you left the vending machine where you met each day. Walking you back to your class became a daily routine. You shared the same one as Tsukishima, he discovered. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow the first time he noticed the two of you waving goodbye outside the door, but he had yet to bring it up during practice.

It wasn’t that Kageyama never got nervous. There were definitely matches in the past that caused his insides to seize up and feel as though he was being eaten away from the inside. However, he was confident in his abilities and grew accustomed to calming his nerves when required. That said, he couldn’t seem to nail it with you. No matter how hard he tried to push it down, the tickling in his stomach whenever you were around always prevailed. Whenever you laughed, he couldn’t stop the redness spreading on his ears that threatened to take over his face. It ticked him off.

“Say Kageyama,” you asked one day, “why don’t you ever smile?”

“Huh?” was all he could say.

“You always have this scowl on your face like you’re concentrating really hard.”

He didn’t know what to say, so he opted for a shrug.

“I’d like to see you smile.”

“You really don’t,” a cool voice said to your side. It was Tsukishima. “It’s disturbing.”

Kageyama’s shocked face immediately twisted into one of displeasure.

“What’d you say?” he growled, jerking out his chin. Tsukishima’s eyes widened for a moment before he smirked. Kageyama wasn’t usually one to rise to the bait so easily.

“That’s more like it,” the tall boy snickered and walked off.

“Charming, isn’t he?” you sighed with a roll of your eyes and pulled Kageyama forward by the elbow, distracting him from his rising anger.

One day, you came up during conversation at practice.

“Oi, Kageyama, you know y/n, don’t you?” Hinata chirped as he bounced a ball on his forearms during break.

“Yeah,” he answered, narrowing his eyes at the short blocker. He vaguely remembered you calling Hinata by his first name, and that fact just fueled his contempt for the boy.

“She’s awesome!” he gushed, a familiar spark of admiration in his eye. “Super smart too! She’s helping me with Japanese and I feel like I’m already ten times smarter. You should--”

“What?” Kageyama’s head snapped towards the boy as he barked the exclamation. Hinata startled and fumbled the ball, sending it towards where Tsukishima and Tadashi were conversing.

“I just said she’s helping me with Japanese,” the ginger repeated with wide eyes.

“You’re not in the same class or anything, how’d you meet her anyway?” Kageyama demanded as he loomed over Hinata. Before the shorter boy could respond, Tsukishima's scoff interrupted them. Both boys looked over to where he stood holding the ball that Hinata had been dribbling.

“That’s cute,” he sneered, “the king has a little crush.”

Kageyama tensed on the spot as he processed Tsukishima’s words. Crush?

“Kageyama, you like her?” Hinata blurted, catching the attention of a few of their teammates. Immediately Kageyama regained control of his body and lunged towards Hinata, who ducked with a yelp.

“Of course not, dumbass,” he retorted with gritted teeth. He wanted the ground to swallow him up as he felt his entire face start to burn. Tsukishima’s laugh only deepened his rage.

“Kageyama, if you like her, you should tell her!” Hinata insisted, seemingly oblivious to the other boy’s attempts to decapitate him.

“Don’t say stupid things, dumbass!” He went in for a kick that the red-head narrowly dodged.

“Is that the only insult you know?” smirked Tsukki, just loud enough for Kageyama to hear him. The setter turned on him, face still flushed and opened his mouth to retort.

“No, I’m serious Kageyama!” Hinata continued to prod, moving into Kageyama’s line of sight. If looks could kill the small blocker would’ve been incinerated on the spot. “I-I think she likes you too!”

Kageyama froze, his fist stopped right above Hinata’s head.

“W-what?” he stuttered, taking a stumbling step backward. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, the first time I met her she came up to ask about you,” Hinata explained, scratching the back of his neck while fidgeting under the dark-haired boy’s gaze. “And you come up, a lot actually, whenever we hang out.”

“What?” Kageyama could only repeat his earlier word. His mind seemed to have halted in place, as if going any further would cause permanent damage.

“Even the simple-minded beast figured it out. What’s it like having a brain that slow?” Tsukishima wondered aloud, earning a snicker from Tadashi.

“I-I…” Kageyama trailed off as he just stared at the floor. He thought back to every smile you gave him, the small touches, the way you greeted him every day. Each thought made his heart beat faster. He...liked you? And you liked him back?

“I think you broke him,” Sugawara chuckled from where he was watching in amusement with a wide-eyed Daichi.

“That’s a first,” the other third year mused before falling into laughter as well.

***

Kageyama did not have a plan. He’d tried to think of one, a smooth, way to bring it up in conversation. However, it was lunchtime already and he was standing in front of the vending machine, his mind completely blank. He aggressively jammed his knuckles into a button, causing a passing student to flinch in surprise. In the process of trying to poke his straw into the carton, he put in too much force and snapped the straw in half. With an irritated grunt he stabbed a hole with his pencil and resorted to drinking out of the small opening.

You were taking longer than usual. Possibilities raced through his mind. What if you were sick? What if you decided not to come today? What if you were sick of him? Did you really even like him?

Finally draining the last drop from the milk carton, he slammed it into the nearest trashcan and began marching back to his class. The one day he needed you to show up, and you ditched him. He felt like a fool.

In his seething anger, he almost missed your laugh echoing down the hall. He jerked his head up toward the sound, forgetting his anger and momentarily forgetting his previous panic at the thought of seeing you again. He peered around the corner where he’d heard your voice, and then his heart dropped.

You were standing next to a chattering Hinata, smiling. What had he told you? What if...no.

The ginger saw him approaching first, his face instantly blanching at the expression on the setter. You followed the boy’s eyeline and noticed Kageyama right as he stopped in front of you.

“Oh, hey Kageyama! Sorry I--”

“I LIKE YOU!”

You jumped and froze on the spot, gaping. Though he’d just practically screamed his confession, his face was twisted into a scowl rather than any kind of endearing expression, making your brain work ten times harder to process his words fully.

“You...what?” Your voice was hardly louder than a whisper. Hinata snorted into his hand. Kageyama immediately faltered at your words, his face burning when he realized what just happened.

“I mean, um, I think I do,” Kageyama sputtered, one hand reaching up to grasp his face. He was on fire. “No--I mean, yes.”

“Uh,” you started, still recovering from shock, “which is it?”

“I, um, I do,” he muttered, moving his hand to fully shield his eyes from yours as he looked to the floor. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stup--

“That’s a relief,” you chuckled nervously. He swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. “I thought I’d be pining forever.”

A warm touch spread through his skin just as his hand was pried away from his face. It took a moment for him to realize you’d taken it tentatively in yours.

“Wait, you…” Kageyama couldn’t even finish his sentence, or take his eyes off where your thumb stroked his hand in a soothing motion.

“Yeah, I like you, Kageyama,” you laughed again. That wonderful laugh he grew to love so much. “I really do.”

Finally his eyes met yours.

“Oh,” he breathed. His chest suddenly felt light. Your sheepish smile widened into a grin.

“I was wondering what your real smile looked like.”

He was smiling?

“Oi, Kageyama, what’s with that face?” Hinata suddenly gasped, breaking the serene moment between the two of you. The little ginger was staring open mouthed at his teammate. “I didn’t know you could actually smile! It’s creepy!”

“Hinata, you dumbass, get out of here!” The smile you had produced was deftly swept away as the setter lunged at his teammate.

“So violent!” Hinata pouted as he leaped back. “You shouldn’t be like that in front of your girlfriend!”

You, however, were giggling into the back of your hand.

“Alright Hinata, that’s enough, scram,” you said, waving your hand with a smile. Hinata nodded fervently and scooped up his bag, sticking out his tongue towards Kageyama before running off.

“I can’t believe that dumbass was right,” he muttered as he looked to where your fingers were still intertwined. Then something clicked. “Wait, you called him Hinata just now.”

“Yeah, I called him Shouyo before to see if you’d react,” you confessed with a coy smile. “It worked though.”

“Well, you should call me Tobio then,” he demanded. “I mean, if you want to..you know.”

“Be your girlfriend?” you finished, and he nodded slowly. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Alright then, Tobio.”

His heart stopped and fluttered at the same time. How was that even possible?

“Come on.” You grasped his hand fully in yours, looking pleased as you watched his ears turn pink again, and pulled him along by your side.

He knew he was smiling again. It was a good feeling.

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A/N: please don't punch vending machines. never written for kags I hope it was okay

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nickelkeep · 5 years

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Visits and Bribes

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“This isn’t working. I can do anything with a computer guys, except talk to spirits.” Charlie looked over her laptop at Sam and Dean. “I’m serious. I’ll figure out patterns, I’ll predict future hits, I’ll crack codes.” She clicked away at a few keys before closing her laptop. “I thought you guys had a medium on retainer for this?”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “We do. Sort of.” He looked at Dean. “Right?”

“I think she likes you more at this point.” Dean sipped at his coffee. “I mean. Cas and me? Yeah. I don’t think she’s forgiven him, not completely.”

Charlie looked back and forth between the two brothers. “I don’t care which one of you does it. Call your damn psychic, get them here, and I’ll help them help you.”

Dean stared at Sam, who in turn threw his hands up in the air. “Fine. But you and Cas can’t hide forever. She probably already knows. She’s a psychic. She probably saw it coming for Chuck’s sake.”

Sam stormed out of the room, already pulling out his phone. Charlie cocked her head in confusion and glanced back at Dean. “History?”

“Let’s just say Pamela and Cas didn’t meet on the best of terms. It was an accident. But, it’s left Pamela untrusting of angels.”

“I think most people would be untrusting of angels if they knew what dicks most of them are. We lucked out with a good one.”

Dean smiled. “That we did Charlie, that we did.”

Sam reentered the library. “Pamela is willing to come. Even with Cas here.”

“You bribed her.” Dean accused.

“That wasn’t necessary.” Sam slid in the chair next to Charlie. “She missed me.”

“You would have taken your seat over here. What did you offer?”

Charlie looked back and forth between Sam and Dean. “I’m not a shield right now, am I? Cause that’s not what a little sister is for.”

Sam offered an apologetic smile to the small redhead. “Not exactly a shield.”

“Samantha.” Dean glared and pointed a finger at his younger brother. “You didn’t.”

“It worked.” Sam shrugged defensively.

It was Charlie’s turn to be concerned. “He didn’t what?” She turned and looked at Sam. “What did you do?”

Dean sat back in his chair. “Pamela has a type.”

Charlie’s jaw dropped as Sam turned as red as her hair.

***

Dean had left to go get Pamela, after losing yet another game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Apparently, the medium couldn’t drive, and that left one of the brothers to go get her. To be honest, she was surprised that Sam didn’t just go himself. To say that the bunker was in an awkward stalemate was an understatement.

Sam had tried several times to approach Charlie, but he was so deep on her shit list that she wasn’t sure what he could do to get off it. It was amusing to Charlie, watching him run around and try to apologize in his own way. Sam had made her favorite tea, the tv had conveniently found itself left on her favorite shows, she even found her laundry done.

The laundry had truly been a peace offering. Sam rarely did his, so to do hers was down right begging. She sighed and went to his room, knocking on the doorframe. “Message Received Sam.”

Sam turned from where he was sitting on the bed. “Oh, thank Chuck. I didn’t know what else I could do.”

“Didn’t say I forgave you. Yet.” She walked over and sat next to him. “What did you promise this Pamela chick?”

“I didn’t promise her anything, actually.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his nervousness showing through his tic. “She didn’t want to come. She doesn’t hate Cas per say, but she is very cautious around angels. And we all know when Cas is concerned, the other angels aren’t very fond of him.”

Charlie nodded in agreement. “Ok, but you bribed her. And you used me in that bribe.”

“I did. And I promise, Pamela really is harmless. She’s just very flirtatious. First time she met us, she was uh… let’s just say there were jokes about quarters off of asses.”

“That’s not helping your case.”

“Pamela is bisexual. You match her taste in ladies. Almost exactly to a T.”

“Samuel William Winchester! So help me, what did you promise her?”

“I told her that we had a smart, cute, fiery redhead here at the bunker that she could flirt with.” He held his hands up. “I promise, that’s all I told her. She said to come and get her.”

“And when I’m not what you’ve promised?”

“Trust me. You are.”

Charlie covered her face with her hand and sighed. “You’re still making my drinks while she’s here.”

Sam let out a sigh of relief and hugged her. “Deal.��

***

Dean and Pamela arrived later that evening. Charlie was sitting down at the War Table running logistics on her laptop while Sam was taking notes out of a book he was reading. Despite the way that the brothers had acted, saying she was royally pissed with them, she was warm and friendly while walking in with the older brother. Pamela was wrapped around his arm, and he guided her slowly through the bunker.

Charlie watched as Dean and Pamela kept their heads together whispering between themselves. The willowy brunette was gorgeous, which both brothers neglected to mention. She was wearing a leather jacket over a Ramones Tee, and jeans that looked like they had to be painted on. Pamela was also rocking a pair of aviators that were tinted as dark as possible, an accessory that caught Charlie off guard. Dean passed her to Sam, who embraced her in a massive bear hug, causing a melodic laugh to escape her lips. Just like most people, she had to look up to see Sam’s face. Her hand gently swatted at his cheek before she pinched it.

Sam guided Pamela to a seat at the War Table. She sat down delicately and gracefully as Sam pushed her chair in underneath her.

“Pamela,” Sam started, “this is Charlie. She’s our tech wizard.”

The brunette reached across the table, her hand extended. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you Charlie.” Her smile was dazzling.

Charlie took her hand and shook it. “Only good things I hope?”

“Only the best.” She looked to her left and right, but at nothing in particular. “Sam, Dean, could one of you be a sweetheart and break out some Jack?”

Sam laughed. “You just got here.”

“Yep, and I’m stuck here with you two, and soon an angel. Might as well get started.” Sam rolled his eyes and left the room to go get the requested liquor. “So, Charlie. How much did the boys warn you off of me?”

“To be honest, I don’t know much about you. Only that you’re a medium and the boys think you hate them and Cas.”

“Is that so?” She looked around. “Dean? Come here.”

Dean shot a death glare at Charlie before crouching next to Pamela in her chair and touching her arm. “Yeah?”

She held out her hand. “Hand. Now. And don’t roll your eyes.”

“Are you going to do the thing?”

Charlie piped up curiously. “The thing?”

Dean shook his head no rapidly as Pamela spoke up. “It’s just the one thing the boys hate. Might help you out as their adopted little sister.” She smiled, her lips curled up mischievously. “Hand, Dean.”

“Can I avoid this? I have leverage.”

“I’m listening. If it’s not good enough, I get to do it twice.”

Charlie sat up straighter, watching as Dean actually thought over the offer in his head. What could the medium do that supposedly terrifies both Dean and Sam?

Apparently, Dean thought his leverage was good enough to get out of the thing. “One. We didn’t tell Charlie much, because it would give you two stuff to talk about. I mean, we didn’t even tell you everything about her. Unless Sam told you more than I did.”

“Hand, Dean.”

“Two, Cas and I will stay in a hotel for every night you’re here.” Dean quickly spoke, trying to get out every word before he would have to give his hand to Pamela.

“Tempting offer as it is, this is your home Dean. But I will stick to doing it just once.” She looked over in Charlie’s direction. “Pay attention Sweet Cheeks. I’m sure I’ll have to do this a couple of times while I’m here, but it works best on Dean here.” She looked towards Dean again. “Hand.”

“Sonofabitch. You gonna do this to Sammy too?”

“Do what to me?” Sam returned with a bottle of Jack and some glasses.

“Watching Charlie?” Charlie stood up to get a better view of what Pamela was doing. “First stick your finger between their middle finger and their ring finger.”

“Shit.” Sam put the Jack and glasses on the table. “I forgot that I needed to go check, on that thing.” He quickly exited the room.

“Bitch! Get back here!” Dean called after him. He turned to look at Pamela who was feeling his fingers. “Look, it’s bad you’re doing it, you’re gonna teach Charlie too?”

“It’s female bonding. Just be glad I didn’t teach Castiel.” Dean blanched. “So, what was I saying Charlie? Oh, yes. I prefer my pointer finger, but your middle finger works too.” Pamela seated her pointer finger between Dean’s middle and ring finger, his palm facing Charlie. “Now you hook your finger around the ring finger, stop flinching Dean, push forward on the middle finger, and pull over on…”

“SONOFABITCH!” Dean yanked his hand away and sulked off after Sam.

Charlie’s mouth dropped in an amused surprise. “How did that work?”

“It’s better when you get the drop on them, but they work with their hands a lot, and the muscles don’t like being pulled in that direction. Like I said, it works better on Dean than it does on Sam, but that’s because…”

“Because Dean works more with his hands.” Charlie smiled. “I get it and I like it.”

“Let me guess, ‘cause you can sneak around and surprise them?” Pamela placed her hands on the table and rotated towards Charlie.

“They have threatened to get me a bell. Although I’m pretty sure Cas is first in line for that.” Charlie winced at mentioning the angel’s name. “Uh, sorry.”

“Sweet cheeks. I don’t hate the angel.” She took off her sunglasses, revealing that she was blind. “We had a bad first meeting. And that was 10 years ago. We grow up, we move on. Plus, can you imagine all the stuff he and Dean get up to? Woof.”

“Do you know how hard it was to get those two together?”

“That was you?!” Pamela slammed her hands down on the table excitedly. “Ok, I’m in love with you already.”

Charlie blushed, her skin matching her hair. “Yeah. Sam and me, actually. Found a case where couples were being abducted. Sam and I planned it to be me and Dean posing as the couple, then I would drop out cause of a stomach illness. Dean doesn’t like to leave things undone, so it forced him and Cas to be a couple.”

“That sounds like such a chick-flick. I bet he hated it.”

“Of course he did.” Charlie leaned across the table, “At least that’s what he says. Cas says that Dean won’t admit to anyone but him, but he was so grateful for a way to get his feelings out.”

“That sounds like the Dean Winchester we know and love.” Pamela placed her palms flat against the table. “So, the boys tell me you’re a redhead, that true?”

“Yes?”

“Nice. Jean Grey kind of red, or Mary Jane Watson?”

“You want to know my hair color or my personality?”

“Take it as you will.”

Charlie thought for a moment. “More like Barbara Gordon.”

“Alright then Batgirl.” Pamela pushed herself up. “Why don’t you come over here and lend me an arm? I need to get to know this place, and I’d love to get to know more about you.”

Bribe be damned. Charlie was going to enjoy this.

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