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“Are we done yet?” You whine pitifully as you trail behind Dean, Sam following closely behind you.

“No,” Dean replies gruffly for the umpteenth time since you all arrived here.

“Are we going to be done soon?”

Dean sighs heavily, turning around to give Sam a look, “I told you we should’ve just left her at the motel.”

“If you think she’s trouble now, imagine how much trouble she’d cause out of our sights.”

“I would eat all of Dean’s candy!” you exclaim honestly, throwing your arms up with glee.

“Wait. How do you know I have a candy stash?”

“Uhh…I don’t?” you say with a most unconvincing smile.

“Alright, I’ll take the blame for the flaws in her language, but this stealthy secrety thing has got to be your fault.”

“My fault?” Sam inquires as he flashes his flashlight across Dean’s face, making his brother step back from the sudden addition of light.

Once Dean’s eyes adjust he throws his brother a glare, to which Sam simply replies with a sly smirk.

“Don’t play games, Sam. I know you’ve been sneaking out lately. And what for?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“The hell it is!”

“Dean, now really isn’t the time for this…”

“Really? Because I think it’s the perfect time to explain where you’ve been going at night.”

“Ghost!” you exclaim loudly as you point in the direction of the tattered Victorian resting room, jumping back into Sam’s leg.

Sam and Dean quickly move, guns readied and eyes on the lookout. But upon seeing what you were pointing at, Dean lets out a sigh.

“(Y/N), that’s just the curtains,” he explains gently as he turns his eyes from the ragged curtains swishing on the night breeze down to look to you.
“Oh…that’s weird name for a monster. The Curtains!” you repeat playfully serious, as you eye the corner of the room lingering close to the curtained window, stepping from your hiding spot behind Sam.

Sam sighs softly as he gently pats you on your head, ”Let’s just do what we came here to do and get her home.”

“Sounds like a plan.

“Aww! It’s so cute!” you all but screech as you move to run over to the creature cowering in the corner.

“(Y/N), no!” Sam calls stretching out a hand to grab your shoulder, but you stealthily avoid his grasp and continue on your way.

You silently crouch down on hands and knees, eyeing whatever it is that seems to have caught your eye. You stretch out your hand slowly, careful not to chase off the small creature only you seemed to have noticed. It was a small blob-like being, so pale blue in color that it almost seemed silver under the cover of the moon.

“Don’t be scared. I’m nice. I promise,” you whisper sweetly, stretching out your other hand, cupping both hands together.

The creature eyes your hands warily before hovering over to rest in your palms. You giggle as its gelatin-like texture against your hands, and carefully you stand to your feet and turning around to walk back over to the Winchesters.

“(Y/N), will you hurry up and get back over here. We have work to…what the hell is that?” Deans asks slowly, eyeing the unknown entity.

“(Y/N), honey, how about you put that thing down,” Sam urges gently, keeping the worry out of his voice.

“Why?” you ask curiously as you draw closer to the brothers, petting the top of the creature’s head with a gentle finger.

It seems to purr, nestling closer to your petting finger and you can’t help but giggle.

“Isn’t it cute!?” you squeal as you hold your hands out to Sam and Dean.

The creature is visibly alarmed and he quickly rushes from your hand, zipping in the air to cower behind your small shoulder.

“Oh. Curt thinks you’re scary,” you say softly as you reach a hand across your shoulder to calm the trembling blob.

“Curt?” Sam inquires as he watches the small being for any other sudden movement.

“Dean said he was a curtain monster, so I named him Curt for short!”

“Perhaps this wasn’t the best of ideas…” Sam mumbles slowly as he eyes the creature with distrust.

“You think!” Deans says sarcastically.

“We can keep him right?”

“I don’t know about that…”

Sam looks to Dean, who visibly shakes his head with disapproval.

“Why not? Curt is awesome! Look what he told me he could do!”

You move away from the floating creature, “Go on…show them.”

It looks to warily before growing in size, morphing into a humanoid figure. Dean’s figure to be exact.

“Hmm…that’s not awesome at all,” Dean mutters absently.

“It’s kind of awesome,” Sams rplies with a quirk of his brow.

“It’s pretty awesome,” Dean finishes as he nods in agreement.

“So we can keep him, right?”

Sam looks to Dean and Dean looks to Sam before both looking to you uncertainly.

~~~

“Cas! Cas, look! We got a curtain!” you cry gleefully as you hold your small hands out revealing the vertebrae-free creature.

Dean sighs tiredly as he shuts the door to the motel room, both he and Sam shrugging out of their coats.

“What is that?” Castiel inquires as he poke the creature with a single finger.

“We were really hoping you’d know.”

Castiel shakes his head in response to Sam’s statement, eyes never drifting from the creature’s figure. Sam glances to his elder brother and Dean immediately notices the look. They both shift to a distant corner to debate how the situation would be handled.

“Umm…Sam, Dean. I would go so far as to assume that you may want to see this.”

Sam and Dean look across the room at Castiel’s call just in time to see Curt finish off devouring the last half of the couch.

“It ate the couch,” Sam says lamely as you all watch Curt lick his lips, small sharp fangs clearly visible.

“Oh. You must’ve been super hungry,” you coo sweetly as Curt floats over to your awaiting hands, “You should’ve just said so. You have a family now and we’ll take care of you. So no more eating people or couches, okay?”

Curt thrums with delight, twisting about your hands with great fervor.

“Good! Curt says he won’t eat anymore couches or people!”

“It eats people?!” Dean asks with wide eyes.

“Not anymore! Isn’t that right, Curt?”

“We don’t plan on keeping it, right?” Dean inquires of his brother.

“Something tells me that you will,” Castiel replies inattentively as he watches you play with ‘Curt.’

“What makes you think that? The kid’s smile or the giggling?” Dean asks sarcastically with the roll of his eyes.

Castiel smiles softly before replying, “Both.”