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Role Play - Part 1WARNING:
This fic is based in Season 5, Changing Channels episode. Don't read if you haven't seen it/don't want spoilers <3
"So where do you think the trickster sent Cas?" Dean asked his younger brother Sam. When he received no answer, he looked up. Where Sam had stood beside him moments ago there was only empty space.
"Sammy?" He called, looking back the way they had come and hoping his brother had just fallen behind. Although with legs as long as Sam's he didn't see how that was possible.
"Goddamn Trickster," Dean grumbled when his brother failed to appear. They had come into town on a case a couple of days ago, only to find out that they'd stumbled upon The Trickster. After being put through various ordeals, including a Japanese game show where a wrong answer resulted in a ball to the nuts, Sam had figured out that they needed to play their roles in order to progress. Dean had thanked his lucky stars that his brother had just saved him from a blow to the jewels after enduring the
End of Innocence -Ch1-Forgive me Dean...Cas There was no other way I had no other choice. Everything I've done .was to save you both. But please, I can't survive if I know that you both hate me, I can't go on, I won't be able to survive. I love you my brother and my angel. And I always will.
Sam opened his eyes, rubbing at them as he sat up, the soft blankets falling from around his body, pooling in his lap. The grand bedroom was dark, empty, and Sam was completely alone. It was quiet and peaceful for the time being, while the rest of the world was blocked beyond the doors and the walls. He slipped from the bed and into the bathroom, turning on the shower, the room almost instantly filling up with steam. Sam winced as he slipped his silk pajama bottoms, letting them fall to the floor and trying not to remember how the bruises on his waist had appeared.
It was an unwelcomed memory, something that he forc
End of Innocence -Ch4-A long day trapped in the Impala with Dean and Cas would not have been as bad if Sam wasn't so damn tired from the night before and had the marks to prove it. He had been dozing in the back seat, Castiel sitting up front with Dean allowing Sam to stretch out as much as he could. But with how loud Dean's music was current Sam had woken up. He saw Cas look at him in the rearview mirror and smiled at him, getting comfy in the back seat again.
Sam closed his eyes, at least if it was sunny, the car ride might be a bit more pleasant, but it was dark and stormy outside, rain pounding down against the Impala. As Sam was slowly lulled back to sleep by the rain, he heard Dean's phone ring.
Sam's eyes snapped open when a hand touched his shoulder, glancing up to see Lucifer standing over him. He had been in his chair, reading some random book he had grabbed off the shelves behind him, but he had been tired enough that it had not
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Dean pulled up in front of the local high school, feeling a smile of barely contained pride spreading across his face. Sam, surrounded by a group of laughing girls, and boys, had a huge grin on his face. For once, things were almost normal. Dean, to his own shock, along with that of everyone's but Sam's, had graduation one time with almost a 3.0 GPA. Turns out he hadn't done that badly, after all. Some kids caught sight of the Impala and pointed, he saw Sam's face light up, his lips move 'that's my big brother! I gotta go!' he said, before trying to situate all his books as his legs started moving, and Dean was reminded of Wile E. Coyote when his feet started going and left the rest behind.
Dean managed to get the window open so when Sam tripped on the curb almost all of his books flew into the window. In fact, Dean was already out of the car, halfway around the front and even managed to catch one of the books. He got a few cheers and some of Sam's frien
Lingering Gaze -Sam and Dean-The lingering eyes rested once more on the sleeping form of the other male in the shabby motel room. The music playing through the watcher's headphones was soft, loud enough so that it would be the focus of his mind. Once again, as it seemed so often to happen, the desk clerk of the hotel asked if they wanted a room with one bed, and, as always, the other occupant of the room was quick to correct her. His mind had begun to wander, wondering what would have happened if there wasn't a room with two beds for them. The smile on his lips reflected the silent laugh that danced in his eyes. His sleeping brother would have probably spent the night with his 'baby,' leaving him to the lonely dark motel room. God, he was sure his brother loved the damn car more than him at times.
Prying his eyes from Dean's body, Sam shook his head turning back to his laptop, the screen illuminating the features of his face.
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