Nancy, the new DNA analyst, blinked in surprise at Peter’s question, “Um… I-I don’t think so.”
Jones came into the conference room then, shaking his head, “He’s not at his desk.”
“Damn it, Neal!” Peter was out of his seat and rubbing a hand down his face in the next instant. He took a not-so-calming deep breath before bringing his eyes back to the doorway, “Jones, pull up his tracking data.”
“On it.”
Peter rounded back to the new girl, who was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, “Are you sure Caffrey didn’t see this?”
“I-I…” Nancy’s eyes were wide and she cast her gaze down to the table.
Peter raised his eyebrows, and when she just let her voice trail off, he flashed an exasperated expression to Diana.
Diana got up from her chair and walked the few steps closer to the pair, leaning her hands on the table, “Look, you’re not in trouble. We just need to know if Neal saw the document.”
Nancy began to chew her lower lip at that, and purposefully kept her gaze on the table in front of her.
“Nancy,” Peter did his best to soften his tone, “Neal has a tendency to do…” Peter flicked his eyes up to Diana for a moment, “reckless things when it comes to protecting the people he cares about. This report is for a suspect in his best friend’s murder.”
Nancy’s fingers twirled into the end of her sweater, a small smile on her face, “He did seem… kind of intense.”
“So you did talk to him?” Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her nod, “When?”
“H-he, um, he brought me coffee a little while ago, but I-”
Peter was across the conference room in the next instant, “Diana, get a team to Boyle’s house.”
“You got it, boss.”
Jones nearly bumped into Peter as he came flying out of the doorway, “Whoa, sorry. The tracking map for Caffrey’s anklet was blank.”
“What?” That stopped Peter in his tracks, “Why?”
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Written: 23.11.02
Words: 1,166
Hallucifer, Dark-ish, 2023’s New Years fic
Prompt: Champagne Day
“Sam…”
The giant’s shoulders tensed as the sweet voice floated through the bathroom door. He screwed his eyes shut, grip on the edges of the sink getting harder, please, don’t.
“Sammy…”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
He barely had the strength to lift his head to face his hallucination who was perched on the toilet, “D-don’t use her.”
Lucifer tilted his head to one side, feigned confusion looking almost genuine, “Use who?”
“Let me in, baby.”
“I…” Sam hung his head again, knuckles turning white against the sink as he attempted to use it to keep his grip on reality, “I can’t… Please, Lucifer.”
“Well,” The smirk in the devil’s voice was evident, even without seeing his face, “you know I love when you’re polite, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Jess!” Sam spun away from the sink, lips curling back into a snarl, sudden burst of rage overtaking him, “Use whoever else you want, Bobby, Dean – hell, even Mom – whatever. Tie me up and torture me, I don’t care. Just stop using her!”
Lucifer blinked at the outburst, clearly taken aback. He slowly held his hands up in mock surrender, expression changing to one of… if Sam didn’t know any better, he’d say concern, “I’m not doing anything, Sam.”
“Oh, right,” The giant rolled his eyes, pointing a thumb over his shoulder, “You expect me to believe you’re not the one who put her on the other side of the door?”
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Started: 20.06.25
Finished: 22.07.04
Words: 1,647
General, 2022’s Thanksgiving fic
“Don’t forget the beer!”
Sam shook his head as he headed out the door, “When have I ever?”
He let out a sigh as he closed it behind him, making his way to the car, that was way too easy.
“Can you blame him?”
The voice made the hunter jump, and he internally groaned as he saw the devil, who fell into step beside him, “Must you do that every time?”
“No, but it’s more fun,” Lucifer gave him a smirk as they climbed into the car. He stretched his legs out on the dash, giving the hunter a sideways glance, “Remind me again why he thought cooking a whole Thanksgiving feast was a good idea?”
Sam shrugged as the car roared to life, “I think maybe with everything that’s happened, losing Cas, then Bobby…” he let out another sigh as they pulled on to the road, “I think maybe he just wanted some semblance of normal.” For once.
That made Lucifer snort, “Since when do you guys do normal?”
“Trust me, I’d much rather do our usual grocery store turkey sandwiches and beer,” Sam shook his head as he drove, “but Dean was adamant. And if it gets him out of the mood he’s been in, I say why bother fighting it?”
“I guess,” Lucifer nodded, bringing his hands up to rest behind his head, “But he does know he’s gonna need water to cook, right? And it’s not like you can buy a Leviathan filter at the store.”
Sam chuckled, “Why do you think I’m getting ten cases of beer?”
He rolled over, pressing the pillow into his head.
She rolled her eyes and poked him, “Hey! Come on, wake up!” When he didn’t move, she jumped on top of him, shaking his shoulders, “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”
He sat straight up – her falling into his lap – eyes flinging open, wildly looking around the room, “What? What is it? What’s wrong?”
She giggled and kissed his cheek before climbing out of bed, tugging on his hand as she started toward the door, “Come on.”
His brows furrowed, “Where?”
“You’ll see,” she led him down the stairs and out of the front dor.
“Uhm,” he hesitated at the door, making her turn, “Can I put some clothes on first?”
She gave him a once over before continuing, “You’re fine in your pants.”
“But,” he rushed forward with a hard tug, when did she get so strong? “Where are we going? It’s not even light out.”
“Duh,” she led him down their street before cutting through the old storage buildings’ parking lot, “Of course there’s no light, it’s 3am.”
“You woke me up at 3am to drag me to the storage building? … Why?”
She led them to a small alley toward the back of the parking lot, situated between the two halves of the facility before jumping up to pull down the fire escape ladder. It hit the ground with a loud crash, making him jump, well I’m definitely awake now.
The boss cleared his throat, taking his feet off the table as she turned back around, expression carefully calm, “Aren’t you going to pass them out?”
The raven-haired girl took a deep breath, before plastering the fakest smile Dean had ever seen across her face, “Of course.”
She begrudgingly picked up one of the trays and began placing the coffees down in front of the men, who all could’ve tried a lot harder not to stare as her chest got within a few inches of their faces.
Dean shook his head, unable to tear his eyes away from the intern. She doesn’t deserve this. He didn’t know much about her other than her name and the obviously fake rumours that circled the office. It wasn’t enough that she was in fact the only female in the office – the guys apparently needed to degrade her further by letting her in on the Office Secret of Success: Shorter your skirt, higher you’ll climb.
What a bunch of dicks, Dean began to sweat as she got closer to his seat, should I help her? He picked his pen back up from the table, eyes starring intently at it as the click of high heels got closer, she is almost done now…
A moment later, an arm came into view, placing a coffee cup in front of him. He felt his cheeks heat up as he kept his gaze firmly on the pen, not wanting to accidentally look at the boobs that were only a few inches from his face. Why couldn’t she be taller?
“T-thanks.”
He heard a few snickers and felt his cheeks flare a brighter red, why did I take this job again?
“You’re welcome.”
His head shot up at the light shoulder squeeze, and their eyes finally met, hers surprisingly warm, crinkled around the edges with the genuine smile she gave him. Damn…
Just as fast as it had happened, the moment was over and she had moved passed him. He did his best not to get lost in the flowery scent that lingered for a little too long, and to ignore the raised eyebrows of his colleagues.
The sound of a hand hitting something filled the air and Dean looked up to his boss’ seat, where he was grinning like an idiot and Cas’ cheeks began to burn. He could tell by the expression on both their faces exactly what he’d missed, this isn’t gonna end well…
“Thanks Gorgeous.”
Cas kept the fake smile plastered to her face as she continued handing out the rest of the coffees. Dean watched as she reached the end of the table, before leaning her hands on the end of the table, inadvertently – or perhaps on purpose – pushing her boobs together, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Dean watched in disgust as a few men adjusted their sitting positions, what is wrong with them? before Mr. Newman waved her off.
Once she was out of the room, he adjusted the papers in front of him, picking up the coffee cup, clearing his throat, “Now… where were we?”
—
“I just wish there was something I could do, y’know? They shouldn’t get away with it.”
Dean slowed as he approached the entrance to Cas’ cubicle, this doesn’t make any sense. You just met, and didn’t even talk to her! Why are you getting so bent out of shape? He switched the paperwork from one hand to the other, taking turns wiping the sweat from them, maybe I should apologize for this morning…
He knocked softly on the wall, before poking his head in. Her back was to him, and she had one hand white-knuckled around a cell, “I swear to God, if one more person calls me Sugar, I’m gonna-” she whipped around then, phone snapping closed, “What?”
“Whoa, hey,” Dean held up his hands in mock surrender, “I-I didn’t mean-”
“Oh,” her expression changed as she saw it was the blonde, smile lighting up her features, “Sorry.” She placed the cell down on her desk, before turning back to him, tilting her head slightly to one side, nodding at the papers he was holding, “Those for me?”
“Uh…” he lowered his eyes to his hands and mentally face-palmed, “Y-yeah. Jenkins needs these by the end of the day.”
She let out a sigh before pushing away from her desk, rolling over to the blonde in her chair, snatching the papers, “Does anyone in this office do their own paperwork?”
“Well, uh, I-I…” he swallowed thickly, get it together, Winchester!
She raised an eyebrow at him, corner of her mouth pulling up into a smile as she rolled back to her desk, “Wow, I haven’t had that affect on a boy since the tenth grade.”
“Wh-what?” Dean felt his cheeks flare, “N-no! That’s not-I mean, I don’t-”
“Oh, relax.” She waved a dismissive hand at him as she stood up, “I’m just messing with you.”
She smirked up at him as she closed the distance between them, stopping a few inches in front of him, perfume beginning to envelope his senses. Were her eyes always that blue?
“… Well?”
Dean shook his head, bringing re-focused eyes to hers, “Sorry.. .what?”
She chuckled before pointing behind him, “You gonna let me out or…?” She shrugged, holding the papers out to him, “Unless you’d rather do the copies?”
“Oh, right,” he took a step to the side, unblocking the entrance to her cubicle, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt, “Sorry.”
“Relax, Stretch.” She sent a wink over her shoulder as she started toward the copier, “You’re the only one I enjoyed having in my box.”
“Why are you being such a baby about this?” Sam raised a questioning eyebrow, “Just come with us.”
“Why won’t you take no for answer?” Lucifer grit his teeth, hands balling into fists before he disappeared into thin air.
Whoa, The hunter sat on the edge of the couch, running a hand through his hair, what the hell was that about?
—
Hey.
Sam sat up in bed, looking around the dark room, hey.
Relax, I’m not there.
Oh, he settled back against the pillows, going back to his laptop, areyou ready to tell me what the hell that was all about?
He heard a sigh, and could picture the fallen angel scrubbing a hand down his face, I shouldn’t of got that worked up.
No shit.
But you should’ve stopped pushing it, too.
I wasn’t trying to push you. Sams’ stopped on the line he was reading, not actually taking in the information anyway, I just thought you’d have fun. And I’d really like it if you came with us.
Based on the Brad Paisley song of the same name. (Listen to it here)
Words: 667
Written: 19.05.13
NFF, Song!Fic
She felt her breath catch in her throat, as she locked eyes with the man on stage, I can’t believe it. She was momentarily stunned, unable to move as she watched him play, and she could’ve sworn the faintest smile crossed his face as he looked in her direction.
No, don’t be silly, she began moving through the crowd again, hoping to find an empty table, it’s all just part of his set. There’s no way he saw me through all these people. She situated herself at the small corner table in the back, mildly surprised to see it empty. She hopped up on the stool, before turning her attention back to the man on the stage, smiling as she watched him play, do I want him to see me?
She watched him in silence for a moment, heart fluttering as he closed his eyes, still singing, damn he’s cute…
She shook her head, can you stop being such a girl? Geez… she felt her cheeks flare as she looked away, turning to look at all the couples who were dancing, hoping the dim lighting was enough to hide her blush.
“Y’all are such an amazing crowd! We’re gonna take a little break, and then we’ll get right back to it.”
She felt her face split into a smile as she heard his southern drawl, damn, I forgot about that. She turned back to the stage, taking a sip of her beer as she watched him and the band file down the stairs on the side of the stage.
Now’s my chance, she took in a deep breath, sitting up straighter before running a hand through her hair, just as he turned and saw her. She couldn’t help the smile on her face as he began making his way over, stay cool. He’s just a guy. A really hot, southern-accented guy…
“Hey you,” his smile widened as he got closer, giving her a once over, eyes sparkling, “Why didn’t you tell me you were comin’ out tonight?”
“Oh, yeah, well, y’know…” she mentally face-palmed, get it together, girl! She began picking at the skin around her nails, casting her gaze down, “I didn’t want to disappoint you if I ended up not coming out.”
He shook his head, “You think you could disappoint me? Pfft,” he slid into the opposite side of the booth, “So… what’d ya think?”
“Oh,” she felt her face heat up again, and she picked at the skin more forcefully, peeling a piece beside her thumb down, “I really only caught the last few seconds of the song. But it sounded pretty good.”
He took her hand in his, effectively stopping her picking, and got her to look him back in the eye, “How about I sing you another?”
Written for the SPN Amino apps’ What If? Weekend Challenge. (What if Jess went with Sam when Dean picked him up at school?) Coda to Pilot.
Written: 18.01.20
Words: 325
SamxJess
“Jess, this isn’t a discussion, you’re not coming.”
“C’mon, Sammy,” Dean ran his eyes over her body, “I think it’d be fun being in a car with her.”
Now I really regret not wearing long sleeves, she crossed her arms over her chest, suppressing an eye roll when Deans’ face fell. Sam starred at his brother, how can you be thinking like that right now?
He shook his head, turning back to his girl, “It’s too dangerous, if something were to happen to you-”
“Too dangerous?” She strode over to the closet, beginning to stuff clothes in a bag, “So what? I get to stay here worrying about you? Not happening.”
“Yeah, Sammy, how is that fair?”
Jess scoffed, no way in hell am I leaving him alone with that.
“Dean can you please just-”
“Okay, okay, geez. I was just trying to help,” she heard Dean grumble as he made his way to the door, “I’ll be in the car.”
The door slammed shut, and now it was just her and Sam. She didn’t bother turning or stopping packing, “Do you really think I’m going to let you do anything dangerous alone with him?”
“Jess,” he padded over to her, laying a hand on her shoulder, how can I make you understand? “I-I can’t lose you.”
She closed her eyes, why do you have to use that voice? She took a breath before spinning around, “Sam-” she cut herself off as she saw his puppy dog eyes starring back at her, you’re not making this easy, “You think I could lose you?”
He blinked, puppy eyes disappearing, as if he didn’t think of that, she placed a kiss on his cheek, “I need to know you’re safe.”
He sighed, looking defeated, “I won’t let anything happen to, I promise.”
She smiled before turning around him, making her way to the door, he’s so over-dramatic. We’re just finding his dad, how dangerous could it be?
This is the last fic of the year! Next fic will be posted Jan. 11th, 2019.
Written: 18.12.06
Words: 826
NFF, 2018’s New Years fic
“Hey, Dave!” even over the blaring music he could tell his friend was yelling, “You kiss ‘er yet?”
The brunette promptly smacked his hand across Petes’ mouth and dragged him a few feet away, shaking his head, “Can you keep your voice down?”
Pete nodded, eyes wide with surprise. He removed his hand, before immediately looking back at the girl. Pete turned to look before letting out a huff, “You ain’t just gonna stare at ‘er all night, are ya?”
“No,” Dave shifted his weight, “I’m gonna kiss her. At midnight.”
“At midnight?” Pete let out a bark of a laugh, “That’s some rom-com shit, ya know that?”
“No it’s not,” He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling his cheeks heat up, “People kiss at midnight all the time.”
“Yeah,” Pete swayed slightly on his feet, wrapping an arm over his shoulders’, “If they’re goin’ out, maybe. Not out of the blue. That’s just weird,” he took another swig from his cup, looking at the girl with a sigh, “Kissin’ a stranger at midnight… pfft…”
Dave chewed his lip, maybe he’s right, maybe… wait, why am I taking his advice? He flicked his eyes back to his friend, “How would you know?”
Pete blinked in confusion, “Huh?”
“How would you know what’s weird? You’ve never kissed a girl before.”
“Dave, my man,” Pete turned so he was standing directly in front of him, “Ya don’t gotta kiss ‘em to do other stuff,” he wiggled his eyebrows, shit-eating grin splitting his face, “know what I’m saying?”
“Ugh,” Dave pushed his arm off him, “You’re disgusting.”
He didn’t bother to turn, rude, “I was just wondering… since we’re not doing anything… do you think I could go to the bathroom?”
“Bathroom?” His back straightened, hands stopping whatever they were doing.
She failed to swallow the lump forming in her throat, “Y-yeah. Y’know, a bathroom? Usually has a toilet and sink?”
He half turned, “Why would you need to go to a bathroom?”
She rolled her eyes, “Gee, I don’t know,” he swerved his stool around to face her, eyes dark, her heart skipped a beat, “I-I need to pee.”
His eyebrows went up, as if he’d never considered that before, this guy kidnaps people and straps them to a chair but doesn’t know what to do if they need to pee? He nodded to himself before getting up, coming over to where she was bound. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs off the tray, before beginning to undo the straps. I can’t believe he’s actually buying this, her heart sped up, beating harder against her chest, now all I have to do is time this right… She chewed her lip as he undid the straps, carefully placing a knee on her as they fell.
“Hold up your hands.”
She complied, getting her good first look at the room as he clicked the cuffs around her wrists. Her eyes immediately went to the tray, hoping for a weapon, but finding small bottles of paint and a needle, is that… tattoo supplies? Her eyes went to the table against the opposite wall, it was littered with drawings, was he… gonna tattoo me? What the fuck?
He roughly grabbed her by the elbow, hoisting her off the chair before pulling her toward the door. They entered a hallway, and she instantly felt the temperature drop, wind, she looked to her left and saw a ladder resting against the far wall, please let that be a door. He shoved her into a small bathroom, standing at the entrance before looking at her expectantly.
She reached for the door, but was stopped by a hand on her wrist, his expression stern, “The door stays open.”
“I can’t pee if you’re watching.”
He rolled his eyes before turning around, so he was facing out into the hall, “Better?”
“Hardly.”
“If you don’t want to pee I’ll just-”
“No! No, it’s fine,” she went over to the toilet, sitting on it, “Just… don’t look, okay?”
“I promise.”
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