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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?”
Reminder: This is 2021’s last story. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off. I will be back January 14th with the first fic of the new year! (It will be the long-awaited 7th installment of the Unlearning Series!)
Started: 20.12.14
Finished: 20.12.18
Words: 1,642
Sam x Reader
Written for Shortyas part of the SPN Amino’s 2020 Secret Santa.
You place the tray of mini spring rolls down on the coffee table, just as your phone begins to ring, perfect timing. You reach over and smile as you see the caller I.D., “Hey, babe! I just set out those spring rolls you love. Don’t worry though, I saved you two whole boxes. You’re welcome.”
“Actually,” your smile slides off your face as you hear the wrong brother’s voice, “It’s uh, it’s Dean.”
“Oookay. How close are you?” Your eyes flick up to the clock on the wall, “Even with the way you drive, this is cutting it kind of close to party time, don’t you think?”
You hear a nervous chuckle and feel your heart sink, “Well, uh, actually…”
Crap, you fly up the stairs, making your way to the bedroom, pulling your duffle from the closet, “What happened?” You hear him take in a deep breath and begin shoving clothes into it, doing your best to brace yourself, “Dean?”
“It’s Sam. He, uh… one of the vamps-”
You feel your stomach drop to the floor and freeze, “N-no, that- that can’t be-”
“What? Oh, no! It’s not- he’s alive.”
“Oh, thank God.” You feel the dread begin to dissipate, “Way to scare a girl! I mean, Jesus, Dean!”
“Y-yeah, no, he’s uh, he’s fine. They just took him.”
You shake your head, beginning to take the clothes back out of the duffle, “We gotta get you some sort of tact tutor or something, because that was just- wait, what do you mean ‘they took him’?”
“Well, y’know how we thought we were just going after two rogue vamps?”
You swallow thickly, “Yeah…”
“Well, turns out we were wrong. It wasn’t two rogue vamps. Well, it was, but their nest is -”
“What?!” You begin to pace, “So… you mean to tell me Sam is being held hostage in the middle of a vamp nest on Christmas Eve?” You begin throwing the clothes back in the duffle, “What the hell Dean? You told me you’d be back before the party! That this hunt was ‘in the bag’.”
“I-I know! I thought it was, alright? All signs pointed to just two, but once we got here… But it’s alright, I know where the nest is, so I can-”
You shake your head and zip the duffle closed, “I’ll be on the road in five. It should take me about an hour to get there, but I c-”
“You can’t come. You’re hosting.”
You scoff, “Screw the party.”
“Dude-”
“No! Don’t ‘dude’ me!” You place your free hand on your hip, “You expect me to just stay here and go on with the party when Sam was taken by vamps?”
“Yeah, be-”
“Vamps, Dean! I can’t just host a party and act like-”
“You can and you will.” His hard tone made you stop, and you sit back down on the edge of the bed, “You are gonna host the crap out of this party. You’re gonna put on the ugliest Christmas sweater you own, laugh at all the Quinn’s terrible puns, and you’re gonna pretend to love it, so that when Sam gets back, he’ll see you’re safe, instead of doing something stupid to try and get him back.”
You take in a deep breath, eyes landing on the picture of the two of you on the dresser, pang shooting through your heart, “Dean…”
“You won’t be any good to him if you get taken, too.”
You let out a heavy sigh and flop backward on the bed, “Fine, but you’re calling as soon as he’s safe.”
“I will.”
“That wasn’t a question.” You take moment, brain still trying to catch up with the pain in your heart, “Alright, well,” you run your free hand through your hair, starring absently at the ceiling, “I guess I better get the cheese platter out of the fridge.”
You hear him chuckle, “You do that.” You sit up, and hear him let out a sigh, he’s worried? Great…, “Hey,” his voice was soft, “I’ll bring him back.”
“You better.” You hear another chuckle before the line disconnects. You groan and toss the phone to the side, ugh! You place your head in your heads, forcing yourself to take some deep breaths, steeling yourself for what was sure to be a long night. He’s right, you get back up off the bed, grabbing your phone, if I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do it right. You give yourself a once over in the mirror, plastering a fake smile on your face, time to party.
—
“Bye!” You stand at the door, fake smile still plastered on your face as the guests file out, “Thanks for coming!” You restlessly shift your weight from one foot to the other, hoping you don’t look nearly as worried as you feel.
You still hadn’t heard from Dean, even though it’s been three hours, and you can’t help the panic that’s started to settle in. You almost slam the door behind the last guest and rip your phone from your pocket, hitting call on Sams’ number a little harder than needed. You bring the phone to your ear as you make your way to the living room, surveying the mess, we need to get some cleaner friends…
“This is Sam. Leave me a message.”
You disconnect the call and toss your phone on the couch, running both hands through your hair, come on, guys! Your eyes turn skyward and you chew your lip a moment, before shaking your head, they could be in trouble.
You take a deep breath and clean a space on the couch, bowing your head, resting your arms on your knees, “Castiel? I-it’s me. Listen, I know you’re probably super busy doing Heaven-related things, but… Sam got taken by some vamps. Dean called me three hours ago, and I…” you swallow hard, willing the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes not to fall, “and now neither one is answering. I guess I was just hoping… y’know, if you had time, if you could ch-”
“Where are they?”
You jump up, startled at the sudden angel standing in the middle of the room, “Y-you came?”
Cas titled his head, “You thought I wouldn’t?”
“Well, yeah, I mean…” you shrug, “it’s not exactly like- nevermind.” You cross your arms over your chest, “All they told me was that they were crashing in the Tyros Motel, but I don’t know where-” you cut yourself off as he disappears, and deflate back to the couch. You let out a breath, grabbing the garbage bag and start cleaning again, please, Cas, bring them home.
—
You roll over and hit the floor with a thud. What the…? You crack an eye open and see you’re in the living room, I fell asleep? You stretch before sitting up, immediately reaching for your phone, checking the time, I slept all night? You deflate as you see there’s no missed messages. You swallow thickly and scrub a hand down your face, they should’ve been back by now. You look out over the half-cleaned room, unable to help the boulder that’s settled back in your stomach, “What the hell, Cas?”
You get up from the floor, chewing your lip, I can’t just sit here and continue to do nothing, you start back up the stairs, this is not how I wanted to spend my Christmas. You grab the duffle from the closet, and throw it over your shoulder, at this point, I hope something bad happened, because I swear to God if they’re fine-
“Babe?”
You rush to the stairs as you hear the front door open and feel as though your breath has been knocked from you as you see Sam standing there, covered in dried blood, “Sam!”
You drop the duffle and fly down the steps, knocking the giant back against the door with the force of your hug.
He wraps his arms around you and gives you a tight squeeze, “I am so sorry. It turned out to be a nest of vamps and-”
“I know, Dean called me last night,” you tighten your grip and feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, “He said he was going after you a-and then you stopped answering, so I called Cas and then he didn’t show up, and I-” you cut yourself off with a sniff and bury your head into his chest, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“I’m sorry I scared you.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and let’s go of you, chuckling as you don’t back out of the hug, “I wasn’t gone that long, was I?”
“No,” you give him another squeeze before you reluctantly let go and take a small step back, “But it felt like I was worrying forever. You know I hate waiting.”
“I know.” His eyes scan the living room and he smirks, “Looks like you didn’t miss me that much, though.”
“Pfft, please.” You wave a dismissive hand, “That party sucks on the best of years. Honestly, I don’t understand why we even still have it.”
“Well,” he wraps you back up in a hug, pecking your lips, “How about next year, we have our own party?”
“I think we could swing that, yeah.” You smile up at him before breaking out of the hug, handing him a garbage bag, “But first, you have work to do.”
“Wha…?” He gives you an incredulous look, “You want me to clean up this mess? I wasn’t even here!”
“Exactly,” Your smile widens and you shrug, “Consider this your punishment for making me worry.” You make your way over to the stairs, pausing on the first step, “Just don’t take too long.” You peel your shirt off and toss it at him, “Wouldn’t want you to miss unwrapping your present.”
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“Are you, Dean Winchester seriously trying to tell me that you’re not going to be there for your brother?”
“Cas, he doesn’t-”
“And since when has that ever stopped you?” Cas took a few steps closer to his love, giving him a pointed look, “You’ve spent 99% of your life doing what was good for your brother – whether he liked it or not – but now you’re just gonna roll over and do what he wants?” He shrugged, backing off a few steps, “I never thought I’d live to see the day Dean Winchester abandoned his brother.”
“Whoa, hey,” Dean took a few steps closer, voice hard, “I’m not abandoning him. I’m doing what he wants.”
Cas rolled his eyes, “He wants you at the wedding!”
“But he said-”
“Right, yeah. Because you’ve never said something you didn’t mean when you were angry, right?” He placed his hands on the hunter’s arms, holding his gaze, “You not being there will only make things worse.”
Dean opened his mouth to reply, but closed it silently a moment later. He searched the angel’s face before sighing, “You’re right.”
Cas blinked at him in surprise, “I-I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
The corner of the blonde’s mouth turned up into a smile, “You’re right, okay? I know I should be there, and I want to be there, but I just…” he ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t know how to-”
“Listen,” Cas shook him slightly, “No one is saying you need to unlearn all your internalized hatred overnight. He’s only asking that you try. Do you think you can do that?”
Dean nodded before wrapping his angel up in his arms, “Thank-you.”
“Wow,” Cas backed out of the hug after a minute, cheeky smile on his face, “I was right and got a thank-you?” He bumped the hunter’s arm, “See? You’re getting better already.”
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Dean stepped to the side of his notebook, turning expectant eyes to his love, “Cas, focus. You know what this is.”
Cas was on the edge of the couch, head tilted, brows furrowed, “Is it… an apartment building?”
“No!” Dean stomped his foot, tapping the marker next to his drawing, “C’mon, man! You’ve gotta get at least one!”
“A… School?”
“Time!”
Dean threw the marker down on the table, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “Fuck!” He made his way back over to the couch, collapsing in a huff as he picked up his beer, “I can’t believe you didn’t get any.”
Cas let out an exasperated sigh, “Well it’s not like you helped much. You can’t just tap next to your drawing if I don’t get it – you try to draw something else!”
“Whatever.” The blonde took a long pull from his drink, “This is a stupid game.”
“You only think that because you guys are losing.” Gabriel smirked at the hunter from where he was sitting, placing the timer down, “I thought giving you an extra round would at least get you one point.”
Dean shot a look at the angel, “Well maybe the game is rigged?”
“Pfft, please,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “I don’t need to rig a game to beat you.”
“Listen here you candy-loving, brother-crawling-”
“Dean!” Bobby shot the blonde a pointed look, “Maybe it’s time we switch games.”
“Maybe it’s time we switch partners.”
Cas scoffed, “You think this is my fault?” He pointed to the notebook, “Maybe if you didn’t have the artistic skills of a kindergartener we would’ve actually won a round!” Cas turned back to the notebook, eyes squinting as he starred at the drawing, “Seriously, what the hell is that?”
“Anyone else here can clearly see what it is!” Dean turned expectant eyes to his brother, “Right, Sam?”
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Written: 19.12.09
Words: 1,395
DeanxReader
Written for the SPN Amino apps’ Secret Santa 2019. I got Not Natural – The Parody, who’s favourite characters are Dean and Charlie. Their bio said they were a Dean girl, hence the xReader part. I posted this in the app last year, and apparently forgot to post it here.
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Oh, no-no-no-no! You spin around, eyes desperately sweeping over the boxes of Christmas decorations that litter the floor. I can’t believe I can’t find it… you drop to your knees and begin digging through the nearest box, it has to be here… he’s gonna kill me!
The turning lock of the front door made your head whip up like a dog, and you feel your heart leap out of your chest as the blonde walks through the door.
He shakes the snow from his hair and toes off his shoes, before stopping, eyes glancing to the half-decorated tree behind you, thousand-watt smile splitting his face, “What’s this?”
You stand quickly, nearly knocking the box of decorations over, fidgeting with your sleeves, “I-I thought you were going to be working all day.”
“Eh,” he waves a dismissive hand as he makes his way over, “Tony slipped a little something extra into Boss-Mans’ coffee, he should be out till tomorrow.” He notes the look on your face and raises an eyebrow, “If you don’t want to spend Christmas Eve with me, I can-”
“No! No, I do,” you force a smile and take a step closer, he’s so going to kill me, “I just wanted to finish before you got back, that’s all.”
“Oh, well,” he wraps his arms around you, and pulls you against him, winking, “Now I can help.”
—
“You…” the blonde closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You lost it?”
“No! Of course not!” Your hands are shaking and you’re doing your best to hold back tears, “I distinctly remember putting it in one of the decoration boxes last here. I just…” you sigh, hanging your head, “I can’t remember which box.”
“Oh well,” he drops his hand and shrugs, giving you an incredulous look, “That’s just great.” He stomps a few feet away from the tree, “the one ornament I have that actually means something to me, and you can’t find it. That’s… that’s awesome.” He snatches his coat and makes his way to the front door.
You feel your own rage begin to rise, and stomp a few feet toward the door, crossing your arms over your chest, “It’s not like I lost it on purpose.”
Dean shakes his head, wrenching the front door open, “I can’t deal with this right now.”
Your jaw drops as he disappeared, slamming the door shut behind him. What the… Fuck! You run a hand through your hair and take a deep breath. Okay, you shake your head, swiping at your eyes, spinning back around to face the mess behind you, back to problem number one.
—
“What are you doing here?”
Dean scoffs, easing himself down onto the bar stool, reaching for the beer bottle, “Save the lecture.”
“Hey,” Charlie held her hands up in mock surrender, “I was just curious.” She jumps up on the stool next to him, “Although, now that you bring it up…” she gives him a crooked smile.
He lets out a heavy sigh, “She lost Moms’ ornament.”
“So?”
He turns, “What do you mean ‘so’? It was Moms’ ornament!”
She raises an eyebrow at him, “Did she lose it on purpose?”
“Well, no, but still, I-”
She shrugs, “Then it doesn’t matter. Yeah it sucks, but are you really gonna let that ruin your holiday?”
He shakes his head and takes another swig, “You don’t understand…”
“Maybe.” She began twirling around on her stool, “But if that’s the worst thing to happen to you this year?” She shrugs again, “I’d say that puts it in your Top 10 Best.”
He gives her a sideways glance, “I hate you.”
She gives him a cheeky smile, “I know.” She bumps his arm, nodding toward the door, “Now go save your Christmas.”
—
You take a step back to admire the freshly decorated tree, giant smile splitting your face, damn, I’m good. He’ll love it! Your face falls as the knot reforms in your stomach, stop that. He will love it. You chew your lip as the cloud of worry begins to creep back in.
“Wow.”
You jump and turn around, cheeks burning as you see the blonde standing in the hall, “I-I didn’t-” you cut herself off, shaking your head, “You really like it?”
“’Course,” he flashes a small smile as he comes closer, “How could I not when it was made by my favourite girl?”
You’re unable to ignore the pang in your heart at the statement, “I’m your favourite girl now? Huh.” You turn back to the tree, crossing your arms.
You hear him take a few steps closer, but don’t bother turning, “You’ve always been my favourite girl.”
You feel tears well up in your eyes as he places his hand on your shoulder, and need to use all your strength to break out from under it, heading toward the kitchen, “Could’ve fooled me.”
“C’mon. That’s not fair.” He follows you in, placing his hands on the counter, “You know I’m not good at this.”
You scoff, “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you don’t accuse your girlfriend of purposefully sabotaging your happiness.”
“Wow, hey,” he holds his hands up in mock surrender, “I never said that.”
You spin away from the oven to give him a look, “You might as well have. The face you made when I told you I couldn’t find it?” You close your eyes for a moment, image flashing through your mind, no longer able to hold back your tears, “God, Dean you looked at me like I killed her!”
His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, “Wha-? I-I… No, I…”
“You can’t look at me with that much hate and then just waltz back in here like everything’s fine!” You turn back to the stove, swiping at your eyes, “That’s not how it works.”
You hear him take a deep breath, before you feel his hands on your shoulders, “I didn’t… I could never… I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss into the top of your head, “I shouldn’t of overreacted.”
You sniff loudly and swipe at your eyes, willing yourself to stop crying as you feel his arms slide down to wrap around your waist, chin resting on the top of your head, “I-I’m sorry.”
“No, hey,” he spins you around, lifting your chin so you’re looking into his eyes, “It was just an ornament.”
You sniff loudly again before digging your hand into your pocket, pulling out the carefully folded picture and placing it in his hand. He gives you a quizzical look but opens it, revealing the faded family photo that had been in the ornament, “I…” you take a steadying breath, “I found it at the bottom of one of the boxes. The bulb was shattered, but I thought if we got some ribbon, we could put her at the top of the tree.”
He lifted watery eyes to you, smile on his face showing his gratitude.
You give him a small smile of your own, before sniffing the air, oh no! You push him back a few steps, grabbing the oven mitts before wrenching the oven door open, smoke billowing out, “No-no-no-no!” You reach through the smoke and pull out the burnt pie. “Shit!”
He peers over your shoulder and smiles at the black rock, “My favourite.”
You roll your eyes as you take the oven mitts off, “Please, don’t.”
“What? I’m serious!” At your pointed look, he sighed, before grabbing a fork and digging into the middle, plunging a giant forkful of burnt pie into his mouth. He squinted his eye as he crunched through it, swallowing before flashing you a blackened toothy grin, “Yummy.”
“Yeah, I bet it tastes awesome now that you’ve burnt your taste buds.”
He shrugs at you before diving back in, unflinchingly putting another forkful in his mouth.
You can’t help but smile as you watch him continue eating, “You really don’t have to eat it. It’s fine.”
“I know,” he smiled at you around the black bits, “It really is my favourite.”
“Somehow I doubt that.”
“No, really.” He took another mouthful, “this is great.”
You shake your head as you watch him continue to devour the pie, “Okay, fine, I’ll bite: why is burnt pie your favourite?”
He shrugs, barely looking up from the ruined dessert, “It’s how Mom used to make them.”
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Started: 16.08.08 (Originally written for Melting Hearts)
Rewritten/Finished: 20.04.15
Words: 1,128
Sabriel, Fluff
“Sa-am!” Gabriel bounded down the stairs toward the front door, “Come on!”
“Will you relax?” Sam came out of the kitchen, lifting the bag of snacks onto his shoulder, “I’m almost certain the beach will still be there.”
“What if it’s not?” The shorter man fake pouted as he slipped on his flip flops, “Do you really want another bowling alley fiasco?”
Definitely not, Sam chuckled at the memory as the ball of energy adjusted the duck floaty he had around his waist, “Why are you so interested in going to the beach anyway?”
“I… have my reasons,” Gabriel winked and wretched the door open, narrowly hitting the giant in the face.
“Gabriel-”
“To the beach!”
—
Gabriel smushed his face up against the glass of the bus, eyes wide with excitement as they passed the sandy shore. He pulled the string so hard Sam was worried he was going to break it.
“Okay, c’mon,” Sam stood up with the bag, extending his hand out to the angel.
Gabriel took the hand and stumbled behind the giant to the back door, slamming his shoulder into the pole as the driver stopped the bus, asshole.
“Gabriel, you can’t say that to the driver,” Sam hissed as they got off.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gabriel brushed off as he hurried off toward the sand.
“Hey,” Sam caught his arm before he could get away, “you can’t call the driver an asshole. You don’t want to say the wrong thing to the wrong guy.”
“I didn’t say anything, Sammy.”
“Gabriel, please.”
“What? Sammich, I’m not lying. I didn’t say anything.”
Gabriel bounded off toward the beach, leaving Sam standing on the sidewalk confused. Why does he keep saying that? He didn’t say anything, I heard him, Sam shook his head and started off toward the shorter man, trying to put the pieces together, He didn’t say anything…
C’mon Sammich. Put it together so we can have fun.
“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?
Gabriel just winked at the giant before turning back to the vines in front of him.
“We’re gonna get caught!”
“Not if you shut up about it!”
Sam shook his head, what’s wrong with him? Gabe said he had a surprise for their first wedding anniversary that Sam was sure to love – and he appreciated the gesture, really, he did – but it wasn’t like Gabe could’ve known the bowling alley they had their first date in all those years ago was shut down – not like it was doing that well when we’d went to begin with – so they were both understandably disheartened seeing it was now abandoned. Nothing to do, right? It’s not like either of them had bolt cutters.
So when Gabe also suggested Sam ‘wait here while I find a way in’ well, he knew he was in for a wild night. Did he think his better half was going to attempt scaling the side of the building? Absolutely fucking not. And yet…
“Yo, Sammich, quit daydreaming! You’re supposed to be a look out.”
“Pfft nobody’s around, relax,” he took a pre-emptive look around anyway, just in case.
“He says to the guy scaling a building.”
“You knew what I meant!” The giant took a charged step forward as the man slipped, “Be careful, will you? I’d hate to spend the night burying you.”
“I know something you wouldn’t mind burying.”
Sam rolled his eyes, of course he had to go there… when he turned back to the wall, his eyebrows rose in surprise, his beloved was no longer hanging there, oh no… Sam rushed closer to the base of the wall, frantic eyes searching the dark, you didn’t fall, you didn’t fall, you didn’t-
Jumping with surprise at the sound of rattling chains, he turned to his left and saw his lover, giant smirk on his face as the chains fell from the gate. He threw the gate open with all his strength, smile only growing as they clashed loudly against the sides of the wall.
Sam smacked his arm, sighing with relief, “Don’t do that!”
“What can I say, Sammy?” He linked the giants’ arm in his before leading them to the front door of the bowling alley, “I’m good at finding a way in.”
“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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“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.
