Author's Notes: After last night's episode I can safely say I have no idea how things are going to play out. A ton of theories that I won't drown you with, but the thought at the forefront is: Don't let Sam kill Bobby! Anything else, really, anything. Just not that. *dewey-eyed* Please?
Anyway, powerful, just a bit 'off' Samness and schmoop.
Also, short little snippet at the end inspired by the last episode.
Summary: Right back where they were, but not unhappy about it. Powerful!Off!Sam
Stars
Dean steps off the porch of Bobby's home, two beers in hand. He doesn't have to scan his surroundings, just somehow knows where Sam is and his eyes go right to him.
His little brother is laid on his back in the yard, arms pillowed beneath his head. One leg is crossed casually over the other. Dean pays careful attention to his eyes. Hazel moves purposefully across the night canvas, narrowing a bit at times and Dean thinks the light cast from the moon may have wavered a little bit, changed, but he's not all that concerned since Sam is smiling.
And really, that's all he cares about.
"What're you doing, Sammy?"
"Rearranging the stars."
Dean nods, takes a sip of his beer.
"Don't-"
"No harm." Sam cuts him off, sounding like his petulant, teenage self because of course he knew not to cause any damage. Earthly, cosmically, or otherwise. Geez…
Dean bites back a grin and sits next to his brother, waiting until he sits up to hand him his beer.
They don't say anything else that night, just stare at the stars like they always have when it's clear. Bobby inside behind them, the Impala beside them and the world laid out before them.
Author's Notes 2: Had to write something after last night and since the idea wasn't big enough for it's own fic…hope you enjoy!
Castiel observed the demon stalk closer to him. Meg expressed clear hatred toward him, but the manner in which she was acting reminded him of something he had seen on a television program earlier that night. As she and her demons turned away, Cas's eyebrows scrunched up for a moment in thought.
Sam and Dean looked on in confusion as Castiel suddenly moved faster than was normal for him to intercept Meg as she left. Confusion turned to embarrassment and exasperation when he spoke to her.
"Do you like pizza?"