The CI averted his eyes to the carpet of his handler’s office as he shrugged, sinking his hands into his pockets – his signature trying-too-hard-to-seem-nonchalant stance, “You told me not to go after the painting.”
Peter huffed and stood from his desk, “That didn’t mean I gave you permission to go after the jewels!” At the lack of change in the man’s expression, Peter placed his hands on his hips, “Since when do you steal jewels, anyway?”
Neal frowned and offered a half-shrug, bringing his eyes back up from the floor, “I like a lot of things.”
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You smile as you see him standing on his front porch, with that infectious thousand-watt smile. You do your best to ignore the butterflies you feel in your stomach as you climb up the front porch steps, will you knock it off? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve been here.
Your eyes meet once you join him on the porch, and you can’t help but smile at him, he looks frozen, “… What?”
“N-nothing,” he quickly turns and opens the door for you, “Y-you look beautiful.”
You feel your cheeks flare as you step inside his house, butterflies going crazy as you kick off your shoes, “Y-yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
You try to swallow down the smile you feel at hearing his breathy voice as he closes the door, oh man, has it really been that long? He turns back to you, leading the way up the stairs to his bedroom. You take in a deep breath in a failed attempt to calm your excitement, seriously, why are you so giddy? You’ve done this a million times.
You get inside the privacy of his bedroom, and can’t help yourself as he closes the door. Not so easily, you pin the man to the door, getting up on your tip-toes to capture his lips with yours, finally. You smile against his lips as you pull a moan from him, at least I’m not the only one who’s eager.
You back off him after another moment, brows furrowing in confusion as he chuckles. He moves to the bed, shaking his head as he sits down, patting his lap, “I just didn’t think it’d been that long.”
“Trust me,” you jump up on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “One day without being here feels like a month. That was entirely too long.” You nuzzle his neck, breathing in his scent, “I missed being close to you.”
He brings his hands up your back, eyes shining as he lifts you up, laying you down on the bed, smirk on his face, “Let’s fix that.”
You close your eyes as you feel his lips meet yours again. You wrap your arms tighter around his back, holding him as close as possible, slightly annoyed as you hear the phone start ringing.
His warmth disappears and you groan, “Nooo…”
You open your eyes and sit up, disappointment nearly crushing you as you wake up alone in your room, fuck. You run a hand through your hair and grab your phone, turning your alarm off, I’m starting to dream about him? Oy… You shake your head and let out a heavy sigh, getting out of bed. You move to open the curtains, looking out the window at the dead street, this quarantine cannot end soon enough.
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Written: 25.10.07, 25.10.09
Words: 2,901
Hallucifer, C2C, 2025’s Thanksgiving
Sam bit his lip as he turned the info over in his head, sitting in the parking lot of a motel, this doesn’t make sense.
“What doesn’t?” At the look, Lucifer shrugged, “What? I can be helpful sometimes.”
“I just…” Sam let out a breath, before turning to half-face the passenger seat, “Why would something that can make itself look like anyone, try to get me to a second location to kill me? Why not try and kill me right there in the bunker? And,” He shifted in his seat, brows creasing, “How’d it even get into the bunker? That thing is warded against stuff we’ve never even heard of! How’d some run-of-the-mill shifter get in?”
“Is that why we’re here?”
Sam nodded, “There might be more waiting for me to come back, I couldn’t risk it.” He brought his hands up, bringing his fingers together before tapping the bottom of his chin, “I can’t believe another holiday- oh shit!” Sam leaned back against the driver’s seat, letting out a loud groan, “I left the stove on!”
“… So?”
“All the food! It’s ruined!” Sam closed his eyes and shook his head against the back of the seat, “Fuck.”
“I’m sure the food’s fine. Your brother said Cas was gonna take care of it.”
“Yeah, but that wasn’t Dean, so the chances he actually called Cas are probably in the negative thousands.”
“Well… why don’t you call him.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Cas, you idiot.” That got the giant to crack an eye open, “He has his angel power back now, right? Get him to smite the shifters then go find your brother.”
Sam opened his mouth to rebuttal, but stopped himself a moment later, shit, that’s actually a good plan. Why didn’t I think of that?
“I mean, technically, you did.”
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The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk as he stepped through the doorway, “Why not?”
“Because of the r-restraining order.” She swallowed hard and took a few steps backward, how did he find me?
“Pfft, please.” He waved a dismissive hand and veered into the living room, inspecting it, “You thought a piece of paper was gonna stop me?”
She did her best to ignore the sudden pounding in her chest as he stopped in front of the end table that was displaying all the figurines he used to make her hide, “I can have a dozen cops here in a second.”
“Yeah?” He cocked his head to one side as he picked up one of the cow figurines, “Neat trick.”
“A-all I have to do is scream.” She mentally beat herself up for the shake in her voice and licked her lips in a failed attempt to stop it, “There’s already a car outside.”
The chuckle that floated through the air next sent ice down her spine. He replaced the figurine before turning away from the small table – action allowing her to glimpse the knife that was tucked into his waistband – and he raised an eyebrow, “Do you honestly think if that not-so-undercover car was still there, they would’ve let me walk in?”
Sam’s chest rattled with his chuckle and he tightened the arm that was around her back, “Lucky for me.”
Jess opened her eyes then, blinking against the darkness of the room. It took a moment for her tired brain to realize she was in bed, alone. She sat up and wiped the tears from her cheeks, doing her best to ignore the ache in her chest.
She turned to look at the clock that was sitting on the night stand and she sighed in annoyance, 2am. With a huff, she got out of bed and padded over to the bathroom.
After carefully avoiding looking in the mirror, she turned the water on and splashed some on her face. She forced herself to take a deep breath, I can’t keep going like this.
“Jess.”
Her shoulders tensed as she heard the giant’s voice and she closed her eyes, maybe I should try going back to therapy.
“Jess, please. Talk to me.”
She attempted to steel herself before looking to the mirror, breath catching as she saw her Sam. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, puppy dog eyes looking just as heartbreaking as when he was alive.
Dean slowed as a redhead caught his eye. She had the shortest cut jeans that was probably legal, a black tank-top and what seemed to be a Guns N Roses tattoo on her shoulder.
Damn.
Before he had time to even think of a line, she spun around and saw him.
He froze to the spot as she started making her way over, shit, did I say that out loud?
She stopped a few feet in front of him, gesturing to herself as she raised an eyebrow, “Like what you see?”
“W-well,” He cleared his throat, “yeah. I-I mean, you look-”
She raised her hand, effectively cutting off the end of his sentence. “Let me guess,” She took a step closer and flicked some hair over her shoulder, “you really like redheads, huh?”
He shifted his weight and nodded, shifting his gaze to the dirt, get it together!
“Good.”
Dean almost snapped his neck with how fast he brought his eyes back up off the floor. The girl’s face split into a thousand-watt smile, and she took a few steps past him, starting toward the car, “Because I like guys who drive sweet rides.” She stopped a few feet from the Impala and whistled, “Where did you find a ’67 Chevy in this town?”
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Dean rolled his eyes at his brother’s non-convincing reply. He looked up from the stack of board games he was carefully trying not to topple over that was in the closet in front of him. He leaned backward a little bit, so he could see the couch the five-year-old was slumped on and the giant window behind him, “It’s still raining.”
“I know.”
The defeated sigh made the blonde roll his eyes again, and he turned back toward the games, “I’m sure the storm will pass soon. Then you can go play outside.”
“That’s what you said yesterday.”
“Well, Jesus, Sammy!” The stack went toppling over and Dean couldn’t help but swat at one of them, no longer able to hide his annoyance, “What do you expect me to do? It’s not like I control the weather!”
“I know!” Sam scrunched up his face – the expression he made when he thought his brother was being an idiot – before somehow deflating further against the back cushion, “It just… sucks.”
Dean opened his mouth to reply, but closed it a moment later silently. He forced himself to take a breath, before letting out a deflating sigh of his own, “I know.”
They had been so excited when their Dad finally brought them to California. After leaving Uncle Bobby’s house and the snow, beaches and sunny weather were going to be a welcome refresh of their spirits. But what happened as soon as they rolled into town?
Non-stop thunder storms.
Dean had joked on the first night that it was like they brought the storm clouds with them.
Dean hastily shook his worried thoughts away and whipped his head up, just in time to see his daughter launch herself at him.
“Whoa!” He caught her easily, and it took all his strength to plaster his signature thousand-watt smile on his face as she crushed herself into his chest, “It went that well, huh?”
He scanned the hall of the courthouse, spotting the new social worker and Tyler making their way over as the rest of the courtroom let out. Dean turned hopeful eyes to the social worker, who just shook his head.
No… Dean subconsciously tightened his grip on his daughter and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, closing his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep his tears at bay, they can’t do this.
“I-I tried, Daddy.” Taylor’s trembling voice was like a stake through his heart, “I-I told them everything but they-they….”
“Hey,” Dean forced himself to take in a deep breath and reluctantly backed her up enough he could see her face. He wiped the tears that were tracing down her cheeks with his thumb, “This is not your fault, you hear me? None of it.”
Her bottom lip was poked out and her eyes filled with fresh tears, “B-but I failed!”
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Sam took his headphones off, brows furrowing at the distant grunting noises that were echoing down the hallway.
He waited a couple minutes and – after the grunting continued – rolled his eyes and got off his bed to investigate, this better not be something stupid.
The giant padded down the hall, stopping a few moments later at his brother’s bedroom door.
He lingered a moment before pushing it open, “Dean?” The door swung open to reveal the blonde, who had somehow wrapped himself up in a fitted sheet, and was half-sprawled out over a naked mattress. Sam licked his lips in an effort to hide his chuckle, “Need some help?”
Dean rolled over so he was on his back, before nodding at his feet, “I think I’m stuck in a pocket.”
Sam shook his head and made the short trip over to his brother’s side. He took a moment to study the situation down at his feet before he started to carefully pull away at what appeared to be a corner, “How did you do this?”
“Well, I unfolded it, and then realized I didn’t have a chair to put it on.” At the look, Dean rolled his head, “I didn’t wanna put it on the floor because it’s clean! Anyway, I through it up on my shoulder and then…” He hung his head and let his voice trail off.
Sam rolled his eyes before focusing back his task, “Okay, I think I got it.”
He yanked the part of the sheet he was holding and a moment later Dean let out a surprised cry, “Whoa, whoa! That’s uh… attached.”
Why would Sammy lock the door? He knew I was coming back.
After a minute of searching, Dean triumphantly pulled his key out of his pocket, a few loose receipts floating to the ground with the action.
He was on the other side of the door, setting down his prize and drink in the next moment, ears perking as he heard a strained groan float through the darkness.
Dean wasted no time in re-locking the door before flicking on the light, “Sammy? Everything okay?”
The blonde blinked his eyes as the room flooded with light, brows furrowing as he didn’t find his brother.
Where…? His question cut off as he saw the closed bathroom door. He shook his head and took off his jacket, barely getting it onto the hanger before hearing another groan.
Dean wasted no time in making his way over to the bathroom door. He didn’t even need to press his ear to it to hear more pained moaning.
