Hi! I Was Wondering If You Wrote Spnfemslash? And If So Would You Write For Hannah/kim(10x02reichenbach-towtrucktarapratt)?

hi! i was wondering if you wrote spnfemslash? and if so would you write for hannah/kim(10x02reichenbach-towtrucktarapratt)? please&thanks for your time :D

oh hell yeah i love hannah/tow truck lady.

Kim should be more wary of these people, she knows she should—but…the guy is clearly very sick and the woman is, well, adorable.

It can’t hurt all that much to let them stay the night at least. She’ll just make sure her daughter is safe and that the few nice possessions they own are safely stored in her room. Really, these strange people look absolutely harmless.

"I don’t understand the surprise," Hannah says the moment Kim walks inside after parking her truck. The guy’s already passed out on the couch, and Hannah is holding the pan of three bean surprise in her arms.

"I’m sorry, what? Oh! The surprise, like the suprise in the three bean surprise?"

"Yes. What is the surprise?"

Hannah looks down at the dish in intense concentration, and Kim has to stifle a laugh. She wishes she knew what planet this lady came from. “Don’t worry about it, it’s delicious. I promise. Here, let me heat it up for you.”

Their hands brush as Kim takes the dish, and she can’t help but notice that Hannah’s skin is freezing.

"Oh my god, are you all right?" she asks as she scoops some of the food onto a plate to microwave.

"What makes you believe I am not?"

"Your hands—they’re freezing. Here, there’s blankets in the living room. Go make yourself comfortable and I’ll bring you the food."

"But I—"

“Go. I promise I’ve got this covered.”

When Kim comes into the living room a few minutes later, Hannah is sitting completely rigid on the recliner, and she has a blanket draped across her legs awkwardly. Yeah, definitely from another planet.

"Uh, earth to Hannah? You still in there?" Kim asks playfully, maneuvering so she’s in the other woman’s line of vision.

Hannah’s eyes dart toward Kim’s, and god, they’re nothing if not piercing. Kim swallows.

"Yes, I am still in this vessel. Is the food ready to be consumed now?"

Vessel? Consumed? What? “Um, yes. Go ahead and eat. Careful, the plate’s hot. Whenever your friend wakes up you can heat some up for him, too. I left a plate in the microwave so all you have to do is hit the button.”

Hannah stares down at the plate in her hands with wide, curious eyes. “Thank you,” she says sincerely.

"Of course. Uh, well, I guess I’ll let you two alone now. I’m going to go catch some shut-eye, so feel free to make yourself at home and stay until morning. There’s an extra bed through that door over there if you don’t want to sleep on a couch."

Kim’s not sure Hannah heard a word she just said, considering she’s taking excruciatingly small bites of the three bean surprise and making squinty, confused faces as she chews. “I don’t sleep,” is the only answer she gives.

Kim really should ask more questions, and she really would if Hannah wasn’t so damn endearing. “All right, well, have a nice night anyway. Holler if you need anything.”

It’s awkward to say the least, but that’s not what keeps Kim tossing and turning all night. She can’t get those curious blue eyes and that intense stare out of her head. Geez, she really needs to get out more often. The only men and women she ever meets are the frenzied or weird people whose cars she tows in the middle of the night. Not really a strong foundation for being attracted to the “right” people.

She swears she’s only been in bed for three or four hours when she hears a clanging sound coming from the kitchen. That jolts her awake pretty quick, and she runs out in her pajamas to find Hannah picking up a pot off the floor and putting it on the stove.

"Hiya, what are you doing?" Kim greets.

Hannah turns abruptly and looks guilty. “I thought I might attempt to make breakfast. But I have no experience with this.”

Kim huffs a laugh and walks over to the stove. “I can do it. Your friend still asleep?”

In answer, Kim hears her daughter talking loudly from the living room, and then a man’s voice chuckles softly. Both she and Hannah gravitate toward the sound and watch the man interact with Frankie.

"That’s a good guy you got there," Kim says because she’s not an idiot and she knows what’s going on here.

"What?" Hannah asks, and there’s that confused expression again.

"Oh. You’re not…?"

"Oh, well, no—Castiel and I are…we are not…"

"It’s OK, I get it. You don’t have to explain yourself."

Hannah smiles shyly then, and Kim thinks it might be because she really likes this “Castiel.” But instead of saying anything else about him, she says, “You’re very kind.”

"Um, yeah, uh—thank you. You’re not so bad yourself."

Hannah tilts her head to the side a little. “Is ‘not so bad’ a good thing?”

Kim laughs outright at that. “Yes. Yes, Hannah, it is. How ‘bout I teach you how to make breakfast?”

Hannah’s smile returns. “Yes, that would be not so bad.”

An hour later, they’ve both got flour in their hair and grease on their hands, but breakfast is finally ready. Before they go into the living room to join Castiel and Frankie, Kim decides she’s feeling bold today and reaches out to tuck a loose lock of Hannah’s hair behind her ear.

"Thank you," Hannah answers shyly.

"You know, if you’re ever in the area again…"

Hannah squints, but then her eyebrows go up in understanding. “I am not sure I understand exactly what you’re implying.”

There’s a pause, and Kim resists the urge to run away. She’s just about to rescind her invitation when Hannah continues—

"But we can exchange phone numbers if you would like."

Kim drops a hand to Hannah’s shoulder and says, “Yeah. Yeah, I would like that.”