Hey, folks, this is my first story so if you have any problems with it, I'm sorry. My sister is ImpassionedWriter and her fanfiction is so much better than mine (even though she says it isn't) so if you can go over there and take a look. Also, CountessImpossible writes incredible stories- So be sure to head over there as well!
This is dedicated to Misha Collins, because dang it he is so adorable!
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Sam and Chuck sneaked past the Impala. Both heard muffled sounds. Sam turned to Chuck and whispered, "Maybe we should go to your house..."
Leaning in closely, Chuck answered, "I'm sick of my place. It's too small, and I feel like archangels are watching! Listen, Dean and Castiel are very busy! They won't even notice!"
Sam shook his head, "Look. I know they sound busy now, but in about twenty minutes they will go into the house, grab some beer, and go to the bathroom."
Chuck sighed, "Whatever you want then."
"Chuck, you know I hate to disappoint you, but..-"
Suddenly, the window of the Impala cracked open, and a loud voice made them both jump. "Saaaaaaam!"
Sam hung his head, "What, Dean?"
"I'm going to assume you're spying on us. Wait, is that someone with you?"
Chuck turned, ready to run, but Sam held him back. "Uh, yeah. It's Chuck. He... had a vision that he was coming over, so he... came over!"
The prophet rolled his eyes.
"Hello, Chuck." Came Castiel's voice, muffled by something in his mouth.
"Hey," Dean interjected, "This is fun, but Cas and I have business to attend to. Sam, why don't you and Chuck go to a bar or something?"
The window closed, leaving Sam and Chuck alone once again.
As the noises in the car started up again, they turned to leave.
"A bar sounds like a good idea." Sam said.
"Eh, or a hotel..." Chuck replied, with a glint in his eye. They walked off, hand in hand, leaving the fogged up windows of the Impala shining white in the dark.
