Dean chuckled as his twin’s voices floated through the line, “Aw, thanks guys.”
“Are you and Dad having fun?”
“O-oh, yeah.” Dean subconsciously straightened and puffed out his chest, “Tons of fun.”
“Do you miss us?”
“Of course they don’t miss us! They’re celebrating.”
“Oh… Is the bed bouncy?”
Dean chuckled again and nodded, “Oh, it’s bouncy alright. You guys would hit the ceiling if you were here.”
“Aw man!”
“Can we come now?”
“Yeah! We could take the bus, or ask Uncle Sam to-”
The end of Tyler’s sentence got cut off with some rustling, before he heard faint giggling and hurried footsteps, “What are you guys still doing up? Get back to bed!” There was a moment of silence, before a hesitate-sounding Sam picked up the phone, “Hello…?”
“Relax, it’s just me.”
“Oh, thank God.” He could practically see his brother’s relief through the phone, “I swear, I had them in bed on time! I don’t know how I missed them getting up.”
“It’s fine, Sam. Not like they know anyone else’s number.”
“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, sorry man, I’ll let you get back to-”
“Wait!” Dean blinked in surprise at himself as he cut off his brother. He took a moment to compose himself and crossed his arms over his chest, “I-I mean, while you’re here, tell me how the night went. Any other trouble?”
“Nah, they were good. We ate dinner, watched a movie, then bed time. Nothing special.”
“Okay, good, that’s…. good. So,” Dean cleared his throat, “What uh, what’d you make for dinner?”
Sam let out a chuckle, “I know the social worker’s still on your case, but it’s fine, man. I can tell you when you get back. I don’t want to interrupt your anniversary.”
“You’re not! I mean… Cas is in the bath, so I can chat for a bit.”
“… You’re not with him?”
“The tubs here are really small.”
“Dean…”
“Okay, fine. Cas is…. not here.”
“What did you do?”
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“Are you sure about this?”
Stacey took in a deep breath, in an attempt to steel herself against what she was about to do as she accepted the plastic cup, “Yeah, I’m good.”
Jesse didn’t look convinced, but didn’t stop her from walking toward the cabin, anyway. He watched her go, small boulder settling into his stomach, “Be careful.”
The blonde turned away from the doorway, sly smile on her face, “Never.”
—
Stacey groaned, blinking her eyes open slowly as she woke up. She squinted against the harsh light streaming in from between the curtains, tilting her head away as she felt the familiar stab of needles in her brain.
The blonde carefully sat up, needing to swallow hard to keep her nausea at bay, that never gets easier. She stretched her legs out under the covers, freezing as her left leg hit something that definitely wasn’t bedding.
Oh no… Dreading what she’d find, she slowly turned to her left, peering over the pillow to the person who was sleeping beside her. Who did I…? She leaned a little closer in an attempt to identify the person, but it was no use – they were on their stomach, and their brown hair and tangle of arms was obscuring their face.
Stacey slid herself out of bed as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb her sleeping partner. She couldn’t help the shiver that ran through her as the cool air hit her body.
Her entire body.
She swallowed thickly and started scrambling around the room, on the hunt for her clothes. She quickly shrugged on her t-shirt before continuing the search, doing her best not to completely freak out. Crow wouldn’t have let me do anythi-
She froze on the spot as the person on the bed rolled over, subconsciously holding her breath. Once it was clear they weren’t waking up, she continued the search for her pants.
And phone.
Where are they? She frowned as she turned around the bedroom in a small circle, not seeing the rest of her belongings. She let out a deep sigh before making her way over to the door, guess we’re doing this old school.
The blonde pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear if anyone else was awake on the other side. After a minute of not hearing anything, she carefully cracked it open.
She slipped out the door and nearly tripped. What the…? She rolled her eyes as she saw the floor was littered with passed out party-goers. Didn’t anyone go home last night? She started down the hall, taking care to step over every sleeping teen.
Stacey let out a small breath as she reached the top of the stairs and noted it was empty. Thankfully. She made her way down the stairs quickly, using her unfortunately intimate knowledge of the cabin to her advantage to avoid the creaky parts of the steps.
Once she was at the bottom, she practically ran the short distance toward the front door, stopping just as her hand reached the knob as someone cleared their throat from behind her.
“Forgetting something?”
She braced herself as she heard the accent and turned around, plastering a smile on her face as she spotted the owner, “Hey, baby. What are you doing up so early?”
“Cut the crap, Sweetheart.” Crow half gestured to the empty space between them, “Everyone who cares is asleep.”
Stacey shrugged, posture changing, “Force of habit.” She walked the short distance over to him and reached for her phone, not bothering to hide her annoyance as he held it out of reach, “What the hell, Crow?” She swiped for it again, shooting him annoyed daggers as he took a step back, “I already stayed for your stupid party. Now let me leave.”
Crow’s brows rose at her tone and he gave her a once over, sly smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, “Didn’t leave the money on the dresser, eh?”
Stacey rolled her eyes, and turned on her heel, “You know what? Keep the phone.”
She was out the door in the next instant, and let out a groan as she heard him follow.
“Whoa, hey, there’s no need for that.” Crow cut in front of her path, blocking the porch steps. He dug a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and held them up, “Breakfast?”
“I have to go.”
“Emma’s fine.” At the raised eyebrow, he held up his hands in mock surrender, “Adam tailed her. He never came home.”
The blonde eyed him for a minute before letting out a sigh, moving to sit on the half-wall, “One.”
Crow wasted no time in following her the short distance over, holding the pack out to her. There was a moment of silence as the two teens lit up before Stacey blew out her first breath of smoke, eyes drifting over to the trees that hid the cabin from the rest of the park.
She could feel his eyes on her as she took her second drag, “So, how long are you going to be extending our deal, exactly? Y’know, just so I can plan the rest of my year.”
Crow let out a chuckle at that – not the obnoxious fake laugh he used around his cronies, but his real laugh – and shook his head, “I forgot how good you were.”
“At?”
“Ruining nice moments.”
“It’s a gift.” She paused to take another drag before raising an eyebrow, “Well?”
“If you came around more, I wouldn’t need to extend it.”
Stacey rolled her eyes, “Oh, puh-lease don’t go pretending like you’re the victim here. You know exactly why I left.”
“Actually, I don’t.”
Stacey scoffed and gestured to the cabin, “You’re a drug dealer!”
“And you’re a whore.”
Because he was standing behind her, she missed the guilty look that crashed onto his face as soon as the sentence left his mouth. Stacey bristled at it, and turned back to look out over the trees.
He hung his head for a moment, damn it, before forcing himself to take in a deep breath, “I mean…” he chanced taking a small step closer to her, half-raising his hand in a failed attempt to touch her shoulder, voice softening, “I-I miss you.”
“What?” The incredulous chuckle that left her mouth cut him like a knife and he quickly dropped his free hand back down to his side. She half-turned, raising an eyebrow at him as she brought her cigarette back to her mouth, “You’re gonna go out of business if you keep using your own product, y’know.”
“I’m not high,” Crow shifted his posture, not realizing his attempt to cover up his soft-side made it more apparent, “Forget it.” He dug the cell out of his pocket and tossed it at her, “There, now get out.”
Stacey blinked at him in stunned silence for a moment, “T-Tony, I…” her sentence died on her lips as she checked the phone and noticed all the missed calls, “Shit.”
Crow couldn’t help but be concerned as she jumped off the wall and smashed out her cigarette, “What is it?”
“He did come back.” She pushed passed him and ran down the porch steps, “I’ve gotta go.”
He momentarily shook his head, I’m going to kill Adam. He took another drag as he watched her disappear into the trees, barely registering her bare legs as she went.
“Yo, Queen, I’m making-” The voice from behind him made Crow turn to the cabin door, junkie’s face falling as he noted the empty porch, “pancakes.” He frowned and leaned out the door a little further, “I thought I heard her out here.”
“She had to leave.” Crow took one more drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the wall, “So, breakfast?”
The junkie’s brows furrowed more and he stepped aside, “I didn’t know you smoked.”
Crow let out a small sigh as he made his way back over to the door, “I don’t.”
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“Damn it, Dean!” Sam stomped through the door to their motel room, angrily throwing his school bag onto their shared bed, “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me!”
“That black eye you’re sporting begs to differ,” Dean followed him, closing the door behind them. He gave his brother a pointed look, “I’m not just gonna stand by and watch my kid brother get pummelled.”
Sam turned in the doorway to the bathroom, narrowing his eyes, “Now everyone at school thinks I’m a wimp.”
“Pfft, come on,” Dean waved a dismissive hand and made his way over to sit on the bed, “Everyone who was watching saw that fight wasn’t fair. There were four guys on you!”
“It doesn’t matter,” Sam turned on his heel, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
Dean shook his head, did he seriously expect me to not jump in and save his ass? He laid himself down on the bed, it’s not even like he couldn’t of taken those guys, but he wasn’t! He was foetal, just letting them kick him in the stomach!What kind of big brother would I be if I didn’t jump in? Dean brought one arm up to rest it across his eyes as he let out a deflated sigh, I don’t understand why didn’t just-
Dean bolted up as his mind replayed him the crowd that’d gathered around the fight, of course! He made the short trip over to the bathroom door, knocking softly on it, “I’m sorry I embarrassed you in front of that hippie chick.”
He heard the groan float through the door, “Not everything’s about a girl, Dean!”
“True,” The eldest leaned himself against the wall beside the door, crossing his arms over his chest, “But this was… right?”
The host raised an eyebrow, peering over the top of his glasses at her, “For one?”
April resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably under his gaze, eyes flicking over to the packed-with-couples dining room. She brought her eyes back to him after a moment and nodded, “Yep.”
She didn’t miss the annoyance that flashed across his face as he stepped out from behind the podium, “This way.”
She followed him through the dining room, using all her strength to keep her eyes on the back of his head and tried not to focus on the fact each happy couple stopped their chattering as she made her way past their tables.
It’s just a day on the calendar. She forced herself to take in a deep breath in a failed attempt to calm herself as he finally stopped at a table close to the back, gesturing for her to sit.
She gave him a polite smile as she slid into the chair, placing her purse down on the seat beside her, “Thank-you.”
The host grunted, practically frisbeeing the menu at her before walking away.
Wow, okay. April picked the menu up from the table, flicking it open. She raised the menu higher than necessary to read, cheeks burning red as she felt the eyes from the other patrons boring holes into her face.
Stop it. You have just as much right to be here as they do.
“Oof!” Gabriel sagged against the back of his chair, lowering his pants to under his stomach, “That was amazing, Sammich!”
Sam chuckled as he raised an eyebrow, “You ate it so fast, did you even taste it?”
“Of course!” Gabriel reached over to grab the giant’s hand, stifling a burp, “It was delicious. Thank-you, Sammich.”
Sam rolled his eyes as the angel leaned in to kiss the back of his hand, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Sam shook his hand out from his grasp, before clapping his hands together, “You ready for dessert, or do you need a few to digest?”
“Pfft, please,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand as he sat back up, “My dessert stomach isn’t full!”
“Dessert stomach?”
Gabriel blinked innocently at his boyfriend, “What? It’s an angel thing.” Before Sam had a chance to remind him he wasn’t one anymore, he clapped his own hands, now-hungry eyes giving the table a once over, slight frown pulling at the corner of his mouth, “Where is it?”
Sam resisted his urge to shake his head as he stood up from the table, “Yeah, like I was gonna ruin the surprise by putting it on the table.”
He made his way into the kitchen, carefully picking the cake up off the island. He couldn’t help but smile as he started the short walk back to the dining room, this is gonna be the best Valentine’s present he’s ever gotten.
She raised her eyes from the box sitting on the table in front of her to his smiling face, “What the hell is this?”
The corner of his mouth twitched at her tone, “P-pepperoni and pineapple.” At the continued look, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “y-you said it was your favourite, right?”
She jumped as the door opened and the other kids started to file into the room. Excited chatter quickly filled the silence as they took in the crappily hung streamers and end of year banner that was hanging behind the filled-with-food teacher’s desk. She closed the pizza box and hurried over to her seat, keeping her eyes on the floor.
“Hey,” He chased after her, unable to help his eyebrows from knitting together, “was I… did I remember wrong?”
She shook her head as she slid into her seat, “No, i-it is.”
“Okay, w-well then…” He tilted his head slightly to one side, staring holes into the side of her head as she refused to face him, “what’s the problem?”
“I-I’m just…” She rolled her shoulders and clasped her hands on top of her desk just as the teacher walked in, “I’m not used to people doing nice things for me.”
—
Cop cars filled the street in front of her house and there were two parked in her driveway, no trace of the butt-ugly pink minivan. As he neared the bottom of her driveway, he noticed the yellow tape that roped off her porch, oh my God.
He couldn’t help his eyes from darting around the police who were standing around. There were a bunch of small groups, all chattering quietly to themselves. He looked around and felt a small ping of hope as he didn’t see a coroner’s van. I knew she wouldn’t have-
“Coming through!”
The yell got his attention back on the house – they were wheeling a gurney out the front door.
Important: This is the 2nd last fic of 2023! I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting.
I’ll be back January 12th, 2024 with the first story of the new year.
Written: 23.09.01
Words: 1,833
Wee!Chesters, Fluff, 2023’s Christmas fic
Prompt: Eat with a Friend Day
“We’re making dessert!” Sammy beamed at him as he grabbed the wooden spoon and attempted to stir the creation. After finally dislodging it from where it was stuck in the plaster-like confection, his face fell, “I don’t think we did it right.”
“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”
Bobby quickly grabbed a discarded spoon off the edge of the island and plunged it into the bowl. He had to bite the inside of his cheek as the spoon met the confection with a loud clink.
“Oh no!” Sammy dropped the wooden spoon and turned tearful eyes to his older brother – who was still hesitantly putting packages away, “We ruined it!”
Dean stopped mid-roll of a package before he placed his hands on the counter and hung his head between them, shoulders beginning to move up and down.
Bobby put the spoon back on the table and tried to keep his expression neutral, “Hey now, it’s not that bad.”
“B-but,” Sammy sniffed, beginning to take in huffing breaths, “E-everyone’s counting on us and we… we ruined Christmas!” He burst into tears then and all but jumped off the chair in his haste to hide his face against the kitchen table.
Bobby let out a breath as he stood between the two crying boys, heart aching. He took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair as he took a moment to think. I let them to cook because they were excited about it. I didn’t think they would take it so seriously…
“Ice cream.” Dean slid the bowl across the kitchen island, unable to help but smile at the confused head tilt of his recently exed-angel. “It’s good.”
Cas inspected the dessert with the intensity he usually glared down suspects with. It wasn’t until the blonde put the tub back in the freezer and spun around with his own bowl that he even attempted to pick up the spoon.
Dean noticed his face and raised an eyebrow, “It’s not gonna bite you, Cas.”
“That would be improbable.”
The blonde rolled his eyes as he picked up his own spoon. He did his best to ignore the staring as he scooped some ice cream up and brought it to his mouth. He had to avert his gaze to the counter as he chewed. Cas may have been human now, but he had yet to perfect relaxing.
Or blinking.
After he swallowed, he gave him a tight smile, “See? It’s fine.” He nodded to the bowl sitting across from him, “Now eat it before it melts.”
Cas nodded at that and straightened his posture as he reached for his spoon. With far too much concentration, he picked it up, scooping a bit of the dessert into it before he raised it to his mouth.
He hesitated as he held it up, prompting Dean to slam a hand on the counter. “Just put it in your mouth!”
The ex-angel wasted no more time and shoved the spoon in his mouth. His eyes glazed over as he lapsed into thought, mindlessly staring at the wall. The blonde shook his head at the seriousness, it’s just ice cream. Not like he’s hunting down a vamp nest. He leaned down so one of his arms was resting on the counter before tucking into his own bowl.
Dean continued eating in silence, Cas seeming to be stuck on whether or not he enjoyed the dessert. He kept flicking his eyes up every few spoonfuls to see if the ex-angel’s demeanour had changed. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when Dean was scooping up the last of his snack that the raven-haired man came back to the moment.
His semi-wild eyes scanned the room before they landed on the blonde.
After another moment of silence passed, Dean raised an eyebrow at the intense stare, “Well?”
“I like it.”
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Based on the song Beer In The Headlights by Luke Bryan. (Listen to the song here!)
He watches in wide-eyed amazement as she jumps out of his truck, floating over to stand in the middle of the dirt road. She starts swaying in the headlights, and he can’t help but smile as he reaches over, turning up the radio.
She returns his smile as the music gets louder, and points at him with the hand that’s holding her plastic cup. She wiggles her eyebrows at him before turning around, small dust cloud rising up around her ankles at the action. He shakes his head, so engrossed with watching her dance, even thinking about moving seemed ridiculous.
She narrows her eyes at him as she takes a sip from her cup, before gesturing again, more insistently than before. He chuckles before nodding, hopping down out of his truck bed, glad it was dark so she wouldn’t see the blush that crept up his face.
He joins her in the headlights, stomach fluttering as her smile widens. She closes the distance between them, gently draping her arms around his neck. She drops down off her tiptoes just as the song fades out.
He can’t fight off his urge any longer, and steals her cup from her, swallowing down the mouthful that was left before placing it down on the hood of the truck. Her brows furrow in confusion as another song starts. Before she can speak, he captures her lips with his, easily lifting her off the road, smiling against her mouth as her legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
He slowly walks them over to his waiting truck bed. He carefully sits down on the edge, adjusting his hands so he’s holding her hips. They break for air as he pushes the cooler backward, before laying himself down on his back. The image of her there, long brown hair blowing in the gentle breeze, smiling down at him against a backdrop of millions of shining stars makes his stomach flutter again. He can’t help but smile as she tucks some hair behind her ear, before beginning to unbutton her shirt, this is my last first date.
Sam bashed his head on the window in his haste to sit up. He brought a hand up to rub at the side of his head, frowning with confusion as his eyes landed on the empty driver’s seat. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he moved them to the windshield, spotting his brother staring at something laying on the road in front of the car.
The giant rolled down his window, doing his best to push his sleepiness down, “What happened?”
The blonde shook his head, kicking at whatever was in front of the Impala, “Ran over a squirrel.”
Sam’s brows furrowed, “What?”
“A squirrel!” He gestured to the road, “It was a fat one!”
“So?”
Dean scoffed, “His guts are all over the front of the car!” He shook his head before making his way back to the driver’s seat, “I just cleaned her, too!”
“Sioux Falls has a car wash,” Sam rolled his window back up, stifling a yawn, “we can run through it before we go to Bobby’s.”
“No, we can’t.” Dean shook his head as he pulled back out onto the road, “We’re on our way there to help with a vamp nest. She’s just gonna get dirty again.”
“Then you can wash her after the hunt.” Sam’s brows furrowed as he leaned his head against the window again, eyes slipping closed, “What’s the big deal?”
The blonde let out a sigh, “I just…” his voice trailed off before he cleared his throat, “Nothing. Never mind.”
Sam adjusted his position, so his neck wasn’t so craned leaning against the window. He listened to the tires rolling down the road, the gentle whoosh of the wind flying passed the car, and his brother’s breathing. The sounds worked together like a lullaby, pulling him back toward sleep. He groaned in annoyance as he felt a whack to his shoulder, not bother to open his eyes, “What?”
He heard the blonde take in a breath, pausing before whatever he was gonna say came out of his mouth. The youngest heard him adjust his grip on the steering wheel, “You’re drooling on the window.”
“You know where we could go to fix that?”
“Fine, fine! We’ll take her to a car wash.” Even with his eyes closed, he could see his brother shake his head, “Gonna need industrial strength cleaner to get your nasty salad-drool off the glass, anyway.”
“That’s the spirit.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and enjoy your sleep, Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
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