“There’s no time to explain!” He grabbed an empty bag and gestured for the youngest to follow him, “Hurry up!”
The urgency in his brother’s voice helped wake Sam up, getting his Hunter Instinct to kick in and he nodded, grabbing a bag off the table before hurrying up the steps after the blonde. He steeled himself as he made his way through the open door, needing to squint as the sunlight hit his eyes.
Once his eyes adjusted, he stopped short as his brother rushed toward the street – which held an overturned transport truck – and raised an eyebrow, “This was the big emergency?”
The blonde fell to his knees in front of the giant pile of burgers that had flooded out into the street and began arm-sweeping the treats into his bag, “Uh, yeah! I gotta save them!”
“Save… the burgers?” Sam made his way closer and took a curious look up and down the road. Other than the truck and his brother, it was empty, “From what?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of the 5 second rule?”
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“I can’t believe you’ve never done laundry before,” Sam shook his head as they pulled up to the laundry mat.
Dean rolled his eyes as he parked the car, “I can’t believe you’re still talking about this.”
“How have I never noticed?”
“Because I’m smarter than you.” He shot his brother a wink as he got out of the car.
“But… you’ve gone to do laundry alone,” Sam followed him out, brows creased in confusion, “How did you return with clean clothes?”
The blonde shrugged as he grabbed the duffle of dirty clothes out of the back, “Let’s just say laundry mats are a good place to pick up chicks.”
Sam rolled his eyes, bristling as they started toward the door, “Yeah, well, you won’t be picking anyone up today.”
Dean stopped them mid-stride, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Dude, c’mon. That’s not what I meant.”
“It’s fine,” The giant slid out from under the hand, and held the door open for his lover, “Today is purely educational.”
Dean let out a heavy sigh as he entered, bee-lining for one of the machines that was furthest from the door. As he dropped the duffle down on top of it, he paused as he noticed his brothers’ expression, “… What?”
“Nothing,” Sam shook his head as he approached, “It’s just funny to see you in Hunter Mode even when doing mundane things.”
“Yeah, well, dying in a laundry mat is not the way I plan on going.”
Sam chuckled before looking over the machine, “Okay, first things first: Do you know how to turn it on?”
“Pfft, please.”
“Dean.”
“Sorry,” the blonde took a serious look at the machine in front of him, before glancing back to his brother, “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say it’s the button that says ‘Start’?”
“Very good.”
“Sam.”
“Hey,” he held his hands up in mock surrender, “I need to know where to start the lesson.” At the disbelieving look, the giant gestured to the machine, “You know so much? Okay, fine. Turn it on.”
The blonde rolled is eyes before touching the Start button, smirk wiping off his face as the machine didn’t whir to life. He pushed the button again, more forcefully, brows knitting together as it still didn’t turn on. He shook the machine before practically punching the button, huffing in annoyance as it stayed silent, “Well this one is obviously broken!”
“It’s not broken.” Sam pointed to the coin slots in the side of the machine, “You brought the change, right?”
“Yeah,” the blonde dug a small bag of coins out of his pocket.
“Okay, good. Put those in the slots and then push them into the machine.”
He waited a moment as his brother did so, before he pushed the start button again, letting out an exasperated sigh as nothing happened, again, “Okay, so… it is broken?”
“No,” Sam did his best to hold in his laughter as he pointed to the dials next to the button, “You have to tell it what kind of load you’re doing.”
Dean raised his eyebrows in mild surprise before shrugging, “Well-”
The giant rolled his eyes, “Not that kind of load.” He pointed the first dial, “Are we doing colours, whites or delicates?”
“Uhm…” Dean unzipped the duffle, rifling through the clothes in the bag, “is there a flannel and jeans option?”
Sam shook his head, chuckling slightly, “That would be ‘colours’. So, turn the dial so it’s set to that option.”
Dean reached out to turn the dial, letting out an exasperated sigh as it didn’t move, “Dude, what the hell?”
Sam reached out his hand – grabbing the dial on top of his brothers’ – before pushing the dial in, and turning it to the correct setting.
“Well how the hell am I supposed to know to push the dial in before turning it?”
“It’s just… you know what? Nevermind.” The giant pointed to the next dial, “Do you know what load size we have?”
Dean let out a chuckle, before swallowing it down as he saw the unamused expression on his brothers’ face, “Uhm… I don’t know. A duffle full?”
Sam picked up the duffle, weighing it a moment before nodding, “Better set it to Large, just to be safe.”
Dean grabbed the dial, raising an eyebrow at his brother as he tried to push it in, and it didn’t budge, “Okay, what the hell?”
Sam did his best to contain is laughter, “No, this one you have to pull out.”
“Remind me again why you thought doing this in the time it took him to shower would be a good idea?”
“Because he’d definitely be surprised.” The giant smiled triumphantly as he got the streamers untangled.
Cas looked down at the bag of balloons, tilting his head in confusion, “What am I supposed to do with these?”
Sammy?
Dean rolled his eyes, “You don’t have to breath, I figured you could blow them up faster than we could.”
The giant froze, eyes immediately going to the kitchen door, … yeah?
You’re not going to join me?
He pushed the decorations to one side, climbing up onto the island to hang the streamers, join you…?
Where do you think?
Oh, right, sorry, he shook his head at his own stupidity, I ugh, I can’t right now. His brows creased in confusion as he reached for tape that wasn’t in his hand, what the…? He looked back over the island and dug it out of the pile of decorations, won’t you be done soon, anyway? Not really a point in joining the shower if you’re already clean.
I guess…
He blew out a breath of relief and taped the corner of the streamer.
I changed my mind, by the way.
His hand faltered and he nearly dropped the tape on his brother, it luckily landed on the kitchen island.
“Dude, watch it!”
“S-sorry.” He scooped it back up and turned his attention to the other corner of the streamer, as Dean got out from under him, … What?
I’m taking a bath instead.
Oh, okay.
Sooo…?
So… what?
You gonna join me or what?
Oh, right. He shook his head again before reaching for another streamer, sorry Luce, but I showered while you were out, so I’m already clean.
Who said anything about cleaning ourselves?
That made Sam burst out laughing, hand sliding off the wall, nearly making him fall off the island, startling the other two. He caught himself just in time, and tried to keep the embarrassment off his face.
Dean gave him a concerned look, “Whatcha doing up there, Sammy?”
“Ugh, nothing, sorry.”
“Hey, uh,” Dean took a cautious step toward him, “maybe you shouldn’t be so… elevated.” He raised an eyebrow at him, “Y’know cause of the thin air, and all that.”
“I’m fine.” The youngest waved a dismissive hand, before turning back to the streamers, “Besides you’re too short to reach up here.”
“Well maybe we could get Cas to use his-” the blonde turned back to the angel and groaned, as he was still starring at the bag of balloons, “Dude, what the hell?”
Cas turned confused eyes to the hunter, “I don’t…”
Dean rolled his eyes before grabbing one out of the pack, blowing it up, before tying off the end, raising an eyebrow at the angel, “Think you manage the rest of them?”
The giant taped the last corner before taking a small step back to admire his handy work. He nodded once to himself before carefully getting off the island.
I guess that means you don’t want to get dirty either?
“But Dean,” Sammy whined, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout, “I want to go play!”
The blonde shook his head as he tucked his brother into the motel bed, “You know the rules. You can’t play outside at night.”
He raised an eyebrow as he pointed to the still sunny window, “It’s not night time!”
Dean chuckled and shook his head, pointing to the clock, “It’s 9pm, dude.”
The 5-year-olds eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open, “B-but it’s still sunny!”
The blonde shrugged before getting up off the bed, “That’s how it is in the summer.”
“But that’s not fair!”
Dean shrugged again, “Sorry, dude. I don’t control the sun.”
Sammy crossed his arms back over his chest and pouted, absently watching his brother get dressed, “Where are you going?”
The blonde shrugged on his jacket, flashing his brother a toothy grin, “Out.”
The youngest rolled his eyes, “Well what am I supposed to do?”
“Well you could try sleeping for one.”
“I can’t sleep when it’s sunny!” He pulled a face, “I’m not a baby, y’know.”
Dean shot him a sideways glance as he sat on the edge of the other bed, pulling his shoes on, “Oh sure, pouting because you aren’t getting your way is so grown up.”
“Uh… hi,” she gave him an unsure smile, clearly surprised.
“Hi,” he took a step to the side and gestured, “Come in.”
“… Okay,” she stepped in, and gasped, taking in the small candle lit dinner, “what is all this?”
“Ssshhh,” he took her hand, leading her over to the table, pulling out the chair for her, “M’lady.”
She snorted, shaking her head, “Thanks.” She tucked herself in to the table, concerned eyes following him as he turned to the stove, placing the pot of mac and cheese down, “You cooked?” Her concerned eyes found his face, “Are you dying?”
“What? No,” he chuckled and sat down, beginning to spoon some of the noodles onto her plate, “Can’t I do something nice for you?”
“Not two nights in a row.” A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, “Are you gonna stick me with the bill tonight, too?”
He ignored the stab to his heart and shook his head, “I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s fine, I’m just… concerned,” she placed a hand on his, stopping him from spooning out his own dinner and their eyes met, “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s great.” His face fell at the disbelieving look on her face and he let out a heavy sigh, “Actually, no,” he replaced the spoon, closing his eyes as he gathered his nerve, “everything’s not okay. There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you, for a while now, and I-”
“Oh my God!”
“I know, but let me finish.”
“The table!”
“The table?” He heard her chair scrape against the floor and opened his eyes, seeing the knocked over candle and the quickly spreading fire. “Shit!”
He leapt toward the kitchen, yanking the faucet out of it’s holder before spraying it haphazardly at the table. The fire alarm began blaring then, just as the flames began to die down, shit! He sighed in defeat before replacing the faucet, grabbing a towel to wave at the alarm, I can’t believe I screwed this up again!
A hand slapped itself over Gabriels’ mouth, “Are you trying to get us killed?” Cas narrowed his eyes, voice barely above a whisper, “I said last we knew it was empty.”
Gabriel glared at the angel but nodded, allowing him to remove his hand, “I can’t believe you sent him here alone.”
Dean cocked an eyebrow as he checked the perimeter, “Are you forgetting he used to hunt all the time alone?”
“And look at what that got him.” Gabriel trailed behind the pair, ticking the items off on his fingers, “Addicted to demon blood, possessed by Luci, thrown into the Cage, soulless-”
“I don’t need a play-by-play,” Dean spun around to face the angel, “I was the one who was there, remember?”
“And maybe if you did a better job-”
“If I recall,” The blonde rushed the angel, pinning him against the wall, “It was your family that started the shit-storm me and my brother went through. So if anyone is to blame, it’d be you.”
“Dean.” Cas’ warning made the blonde drop him. He joined the trench-coated angel a few steps away, starring up at the stairs, “He shouldn’t have gotten too far.”
Gabriel shook his head, “If you had just listened to me-”
“Oh, here we go.” Dean rolled his eyes as they started up the stairs, “All hail the great know-it-all.”
“Well I have been around longer than your puny brain can comprehend. Think that gives me a bit of an edge, don’t you?”
“Gives you more time to make mistakes, maybe.”
“Stop it.” Cas stopped in the middle of the hall, blasting all the doors open, shoulders slumping as they were all empty, “This doesn’t make sense.”
“What?”
“We were only a few seconds behind him,” Cas frowned, eyes narrowing as he thought, “He should’ve still been standing downstairs.”
“So… what? Something took him?”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
Dean shook his head, ignoring the comment as he turned back to his boyfriend, “I thought this place was warded?”
Gabriel let out a low whistle, “How short is your memory?” At the blank stares he let out a sigh, “The demons joined the party around the time Dean got surrounded by vamps, remember?”
Cas shook his head, “I came back after and finished the warding.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, “You expect me to believe you came back here, after it was overrun by monsters, defeated all of them – alone – and then warded the place?” He turned disbelieving eyes to the hunter, “Do you buy that?”
Dean held up his hands in mock surrender as he shrugged, “I didn’t go back with him.”
Cas huffed before pushing past the men, making his way toward the stairs, “I can prove it.”
They followed him down the staircase, toward the back door. He ripped a strip of wallpaper off the wall, revealing painted sigils, “See?” His brows furrowed as he saw the sigils, “Wait… this isn’t right.” He ripped off another few strips of wallpaper, swallowing thickly as he revealed some of the sigils had been scribbled over. He took a few steps back from the wall, head tilting as he starred at it. “I… don’t understand.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Dean held up his hand as Gabriel opened his mouth, “Aside from the obvious?”
The raven-haired angel shook his head, “This warding prevented them from getting in. But they would’ve had to come inside to disable them this way.”
“… And?”
“Not the brightest bulb, are you, Dean-O?” At the hunters’ look Gabriel let out a dramatic sigh, “A monster would’ve just created an earthquake or something to break the warding from the outside. But these were scribbled out, which means-”
“They would’ve had human help.”
“Well, give the man a cigar.” Gabriel rolled his eyes before bringing his hand up to rub his chin as he thought, “So… who does Sam know who’d be willing to work with monsters?”
“Whoa,” Dean held up his hands, brows furrowing, “What makes you think it’s someone Sam knew?”
“Well he’s not here, is he?” Gabriel gestured to the empty house, “And – assuming Bro here didn’t zap him somewhere else – since there’s no signs of a struggle, that means he went with whoever it was willingly.”
“I sent him here.” Cas finally turned from the wall, “Whoever it is must also have the necklace.”
“Okay, so…” the blonde looked between the two angels, “who would Sam trust?”
—
Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blonde in the drivers’ seat. It had been so long since he’d seen her. Even longer since he’d seen her smiling, and although he wasn’t happy to learn she’d been hunting, he was just grateful to be within arms reach of her again. She was right there.
He couldn’t wrap his brain around it, he had watched her burn to death on the ceiling – and yet here she was, tapping her thumb against the steering wheel in time with the music. Just like she used to. He was doing his best to ignore the small part of him that told him something wasn’t right. He wasn’t stupid, when did these things ever not come with a price? But she’d passed every test he’d given her with flying colours, so he decided he would let himself enjoy it, at least for a little while.
“Will you quit starring?” Jess flashed him that gorgeous smile he’d forgotten all about, flicking her eyes off the road for a moment, “It’s starting to get creepy.”
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“For fucks’ sake!” The ski-masked man by the entrance took a few steps toward a man on the ground who was sobbing uncontrollably, raising his gun, “If you don’t stop crying, I swear to God I will blow your fucking head off!”
The man let out another wailing cry, hastily swiping his shaking hands at his eyes, “I-I’m sorry! I’m s-sorry!” The lady beside him inched closer as the guy turned back to the front doors, wrapping her arm around him and shushing him.
Dean watched as the other bank robber rolled his eyes before turning back to the vault in front of him, shoveling more money into the already overflowing duffle bag. He glanced behind him, toward the back exit, eyebrows raising as it was completely uncovered. There’s no way they’re that stupid. He craned his neck around the corner, trying to get a better look at the back door. He couldn’t help keeping the smirk off his face as he began slowly sliding himself backward, neither man looking up at the noise, pfft, amateurs.
He swallowed a chuckle as he got himself out in the middle of the floor, halfway between where he’d been sitting and the back exit. I can’t believe they didn’t think to-
“Hey!”
Dean froze, eyes on the men in front of him, brows furrowing as neither turned around to face him.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Dean looked to the robber standing in front of the entrance, mask dripping from his hand. The robber turned confused eyes to his partner, “What?”
“You idiot!” The robber in front of the vault took a few steps closer, hands balling into fists at his sides, “Put your mask back on!”
“It’s too hot!”
“They have cameras in here, dipshit.”
“So?”
The shorter robber sighed, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “Why do you think we’re wearing masks?”
“Uhm…” The robber in front of the doors rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, “Cause… that’s what they wear in the movies?”
Dean bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, wow. And I thought Sammy was bad at this…
“Because they don’t want the hostages,” the robber kept his voice careful, gesturing to the people cowering on the floor, “to identify them.” At the blank stare from his partner he huffed, “So they don’t go to jail!”
The taller mans’ eyes widened with realization and he pulled his mask back over his head, “Better?”
The shorter robber shook his head again before walking the short distance back over to the vault, pausing in the middle of the floor, “Where’s the other bag?”
“What other bag?”
“Are you joking?” He spun around, eyes frantic, “The first bag I filled with-” He spotted Dean and froze, mid-circle, “Hey!”
Shit. Dean swallowed and tried not to look as guilty as he suddenly felt.
The shorter robber came over, grabbing his gun off the table, “Whatcha doing all the way over here?”
Dean was momentarily stunned at the piercing blue eyes starring at him from the depths of the black mask, damn…
“Well?”
He shook his head, swallowing thickly, “I, uh, I just needed to pee.” At the look, he raised his hands in mock surrender, “I figured I should go now before shit really hit the fan.”
“What are you talking about?” The robber at the front entrance took a few steps toward him, “What shit is about to hit the fan?”
Dean blinked in surprise, “You mean you guys don’t….” He swallowed again, “D-didn’t you guys case this joint before deciding to rob it?”
The blue eyed robber narrowed his eyes, “Of course we cased it.” He gave him a once over, “…Why?”
“Well, when you came in, neither of you asked about the silent alarm, so I just-”
“Whoa, whoa, wait,” the stupid one raised a hand to silence him, “What’s a silent alarm?”
Dean looked between the men, they can’t be serious…
The men shared a look before the blue eyed one shook his head, “I didn’t see anything about a silent alarm on the blue prints.”
Dean did his best to swallow his chuckle as he pointed toward the vault, “See that little white box that’s under the door? The one that’s practically touching the floor and flashing red? That’s a silent alarm. You didn’t ask any of the tellers for the code, so as soon as you walked into the vault, it was activated.”
“You can not be serious…” Blue Eyes ran a hand down his masked face, “We’re so fucked.”
“I don’t think so. We haven’t heard any-” Door Robber cut himself off, head whipping up to the front doors as they heard sirens in the distance, “Fuck.” He turned back to Dean, “What do we do?”
“I got a tip Lucifer Morningstar was supposed to be here?”
Her brows creased in confusion, “A little late to the party, aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Another agent already came by.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I think he said his name was… Smith?”
“That’s my partner.” he replaced his badge, “We were supposed to meet here.” He surveyed the scene again, “…Is he still here?”
“I told him he was free to wait, but he didn’t stick around too long after our talk.”
“Of course,” he scrubbed a hand down his face, “How long ago was he here?”
“Uhm…” she dug her phone out of her back pocket, “Maybe about an hour?”
“Okay, great. Did he-”
“Sorry I’m late,” The British voice cut off the end of the hunters’ sentence. The Brit started over to where they were standing, box of doughnuts in hand, “But I brought gifts.”
Dean turned back to the detective, “This is how you let your people behave?”
She didn’t bother to hide her annoyed look as he got closer, snatching the box from the man, “He’s a consultant.”
The Brits’ mouth dropped open slightly as she took the box, placing it on the hood of a nearby police car, “I got you the kind with the jelly, I know they’re your favourite.”
“Lucifer,” she gave him a pointed look before gesturing to the Winchester, “This FBI agent has a few questions for you.”
“Ah, right, gotcha,” he spun around to face the hunter, thousand-watt smile on his face fading as he saw who it was, “I’m sorry,” he half-turned back to his partner, “You said he was…?”
“FBI.”
The raven-haired man scoffed, “He’s not FBI.”
“What?” She pulled him slightly to the side, dropping her voice, “Lucifer, are you sure?”
“Yes, of course!” He strode the few steps back over to the hunter, “Or, at least he wasn’t last night.”
“Last night?” She turned back to the hunter, “What is he talking about?”
Dean swallowed thickly, adjusting his tie, “I-I think he has me confused with somebody else.”
“Pfft, please.” Lucifer waved a dismissive hand, “I’m not one to forget the faces of my latest conquests’.”
“Whoa, hey,” Dean let out a nervous chuckle, holding up his hands, “We did not sleep together.”
“You and Maze may have started the party,” he took a step closer, sly smile on his face, “But I was definitely there for the happy ending.”
Dean eyed the man for a moment, lips twitching into a nervous smile. He cleared his throat, shaking his head before turning back to the woman, “Mind if I ask him a few questions?”
Her cuffs were already out of her hip holster as she shook her head, “Hands behind your back, Sir.”
“Oh, come on,” he grunted as she pushed him against the police car, “I can explain!”
“I’d love to hear it, I really would,” she ripped the door open, “But we have actual police business to attend to. So,” she placed a hand on his head and all but pushed him inside, “you’re gonna wait right here until we’re done, got it?”
“But, I-” he cut himself off as she slammed the door damn it! He kicked the back of the seat and hung his head, how am I gonna get out of this?
—
“Ran his prints,” Chloe walked into the holding room, look of disapproval on her face, “According to our database, you’re one Dean Winchester.”
Dean shrugged, yanking his tie loose. “Guilty.”
“Well, Dean,” She took a seat, sliding the file toward him, “it says here you’re dead. So, who are you, really?”
“Really?” Lucifer snatched the file, brows going up, “Well there most certainly is a first time for everything.”
“We did not sleep together.”
The raven-haired man shrugged, leaning back in his seat, “Tell that to your hickey.”
Deans’ hand instinctively went to his neck, mouth opening silently to reply before he closed it again, glaring at the smirking man.
Chloe held up her hand, dropping her voice, “Lucifer, maybe it’s better if you wait outside.”
He half-turned, looking offended, “What? Why?”
“Because your… personal interest seems to be getting in the way.”
“My personal…?” He eyed the hunter before sighing, standing up, “Fine.”
She gave him an apologetic look as he left, before turning back to the hunter, “So, your name?”
“I told you.”
“No,” she shook her head, “There’s no way you’re Dean Winchester.”
He leaned back in his chair, “If it helps, some days I wish I wasn’t, either.” She eyed him for a moment before he sighed, “Look, this is all just a big misunderstanding.”
“Okay,” she nodded, crossing her arms over her chest, “So tell me, what are we misunderstanding?”
Dean ran a hand through his hair, “You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
He blew out a breath, scrubbing a hand down his face, “It’s… it’s hard to explain, alright?”
Chloe raised an eyebrow, “I don’t think you understand just how much trouble you’re in.”
Dean let out a dry laugh, “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
She leaned over the table, “Impersonating an officer is a huge offence. Lots of jail time.” Her eyes drifted back to the file between them, “And with your record…” she shook her head, “they’re not exactly gonna go easy.”
Dean sucked his teeth, I’m going to kill Sam.
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TW: Suicide (Attempt – briefly mentioned, not graphic), Destiel, Wee!Chesters
“Of course I know how to hunt.” Dean huffed, how can I explain without sounding crazy? “Something… weird is going on, Cas. I- shit, I don’t even know how to explain it.”
Cas nodded before slowly reaching for the doorknob, “I’ll examine you in more depth after we kill the Alpha.”
Maybe it’s some sort of curse… he pulled the machete out of his jacket, hand white-knuckling around the handle, or African Dream Root. That would explain all the… scene changes.
“De?”
The blonde sighed and turned to his left, surprised to see a five-year-old, who looked oddly like Sam did when he was younger. He looked around, not that surprised to see the scene had changed yet again, and he was now in a dingy motel room, at least this is familiar.
He strode over to the bed the child was on, “Where’re your parents, Bud?”
The brunette tilted his head to one side, bangs falling into his eyes, “… Dad’s working.”
Shoulda seen that coming, he sat on the edge of the bed, doing his best to keep calm, “Okay… what’s your name?”
This caused the 5-year-old to squeal with laughter, flopping backwards against the pillows, “It’s me, De! Told you you wouldn’t rec’nize me!”
Definitely gotta be Dream Root, “… Sammy?”
The kid nodded, smiling a big, toothy grin at the blonde, and he noted the missing front tooth. Sammy reached under his pillow and pulled the tooth out, holding it out for the blonde to inspect.
This is too weird. I don’t think I’ve dreamt about Sam this young since… ever. Dean took the tooth and blew out a whistle, “This came out of you? No way.”
Sammy giggled again, snatching the tooth back from his brother, satisfied smile on his face, “Told you it was loose!”
“Okay, smarty-pants,” Dean chuckled, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck, how am I gonna wake up? “Whaddya say we get you to sleep now?”
Sam poked out his bottom lip, shaking his head, “But I’m not tired!”
Oh! I know. Don’t really want him to see it though. “If you don’t go to sleep, the Tooth Fairy can’t get your tooth,” The blonde got up off the bed, making his way over to the bathroom.
Sammys’ eyes went wide before he dove under the covers, “I didn’t know you had to be asleep!”
“Yep, just like Santa.” Dean stopped in the doorway, turning back to the bed, “So you’ll sleep?”
The five-year-old nodded his head so violently his bangs shook wildly around, before he all but head-butted the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. Dean smiled at him before closing the bathroom door, locking it.
He plucked his fathers’ razor off the side of the sink, digging out one of the blades, stopping as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Whoa, I didn’t think I’d be younger, he shook his head at his younger reflection, turning his attention back to the razor blade, bringing it to his left wrist, time to wake up.
—
Dean groaned, stretching his arms out over his head, bed sheets. That’s either good or… He sat up slowly, looking around before shaking his head, damn it. He was back in the fancy bedroom. If I wasn’t dreaming, then what the hell-
Wait a minute, Dean slid out of bed and crouched on the floor, peering down at the trim on the bottom of the wall, what is this? He jumped back as he saw the thing move, is it a bug? Whoa! Definitely not a bug, he crept a bit closer as he watched the thing jump in front of him. Carefully, he stretched one hand toward it, picking the end of it up off the floor, it looks like… words? His brows’ furrowed as he turned it around in his hand, silently lip-reading. “Rachel smells bad.”
“Dean,” Cas craned his neck to see the page, “that’s not what it says.”
“No, it is, I swear!” Dean held the book up out-
What the hell? This is… me? Whoa! He nearly dropped it as it as it leapt forward in his hand again, it gets bigger every time I think something? Where the hell did this come from? He looked around the rest of the room, and saw that the string went all the way around the base of the wall, and snaked its way under the door, guess I’m going on an adventure.
Dean began wrapping the string around his hand, doing his best to tie it up so he could move, this has got to be some kind of curse or something. He sighed as the string expanded again and fell from his hand. How am I supposed to carry this if it gets bigger every time I- He stood, eyes catching on the pillows on the bed, worth a shot. He strode over, shaking the closest pillow out of it’s case before scooping up as much of the string as he could, before slinging the sack over his shoulder and heading for the door, this ends now.
Will Dean get to the bottom of whatever the hell is going on? Find out here!
