A/N: Remember when I promised that I would be less loony this time? Well...I'm starting this on the same day and I just watched Season 8's Gag Reel, so...my brain is still very much confused. So...at work we have these flashlights in the shape of animals and they're hand-powered and make duck sounds with every squeeze. I think I'm gonna use that soon. We also sell giant pencils, sofas, candles, glittery pumpkins, spider rings, and Buddhas. Okay! I hope you like this chapter, I just too more medicine heeheehee Also! I need you all to know that I was just diagnosed with Carpal Tunnel and Tendonitis, so slower updates. AND! MORE! This is going to be a really long story and in about two or three chapters all of you are really going to hate me and I'm so sorry.. -Pyxie xx
"Get up, bitch!" Dean pushes Sam out of bed and hands him the Demon Ganker (the knife). "Also, I decided that we should name this knife Sting."
Sam looks up at Dean from the floor incredulously. Oh man, Cas has gotten him all riled up. And for that reason, and that reason alone, Sam didn't tackle Dean to the floor. "Wait...like Lord of the Rings' Sting?"
"Yep. Now, come one. We've got work to do."
One day of relaxation. Just one, that was all Sam had hoped that he would get after finals. But no, he got less than twenty-four hours of relaxation. Granted, he got his time with Gabriel down in Quito and before that Paris and before that Venice. He picks himself off the floor and heads into the bathroom. While Dean gets them ready for whatever the hell is about to happen, Sam sends a silent prayer to Gabriel.
Hey, Gabe, it's me. Don't come down here. I just wanted to let you know that Dean is forcing me out on a hunt. And I'm pretty sure it has something to do with Cas. So...if you want to interfere in some way or another-although not in a way that'll get us killed-please do so. Sam.
Satisfied with that, Sam strips and gets into the shower. He wants to take his time. He really does, but with Dean banging on the door and rushing him, he can't. With a sigh, Sam finishes rinsing out his hair and climbs out. Suddenly, a naked Gabriel appears in front of him and covers his mouth his hand.
"Shh...don't freak out. I just wanted to pop in and say, aren't you a sexy human?" Gabriel kisses down the expanse of Sam's chest and presses their bodies close together. "I just wanted to give you a little taste of what it would be like with me." Sam shudders as Gabriel bits and nibbles and licks his collarbone and neck. "How I'd like to make sweet love to you right here...right now."
Sam closes his eyes and leans heavily against the bathroom sink. He almost wants Gabriel to just whisk him off and let them spend the night together, but Dean needs him. "Gabe...please…" Sam is desperately trying not think about how hard he's getting.
"How about a parting gift? But first." Gabriel snaps his fingers. "Soundproofing. Let's hear that sexy voice of yours, Sammy." Gabe goes down to his knees in front of Sam.
For a moment, Sam forgets that the man in front of him is actually an Archangel. His thoughts snap off when he feels Gabe's tongue flick out and lick his aching hardness. A moan is forced out of Sam's throat as he feels the Angel swallow him down completely. That hot tongue that swirls around the tip, those teeth that graze up and down his shaft, those lips that kiss all the right places. Sam is a panting, moaning, sweating mess by the time he feels his orgasm coming.
"Gabe...It's...I'm…" All coherent thoughts have escaped him. But Gabriel gets it and pulls back to suck and nibble on the tip. The Angel moans a bit and that sends shocks up and down Sam's body as he pushes forward towards to get into more of that wet heat. The orgasm ripples through him as he moans. The aftershocks send little spasms through his body as he empties out into Gabriel's mouth.
"See? I'm not too bad, huh." Gabriel stands himself up.
"We-" Sam clears his throat when he realises just how husky its gotten. "We haven't even had a proper kiss yet." He leans forward and presses their lips together gently, savouring the feeling of lips touching lips and tongues rubbing against each other, and the small moans from both of them.
When Gabriel pulls away, his face is flushed and his skin is glistening. Whether it's from the heat from the shower or their sexy activities, he's pretty hot. "My, my...Sam Winchester is quite the kisser. I might just fall for you here and now."
"Time." Sam doesn't sound as sure of himself with that word as he had in the past.
"Of course. Then we'll consummate our love in the throes of passion in the fading sunlight of the Tahitian sun." Gabriel presses a kiss to Sam's lips, gently, softly. "Until then, my Samsquatch, ciao bello."
Gabriel vanishes, leaving Sam kind of cold now that a certain Archangel is no longer there to keep him warm.
Dean is driving. Something that he hasn't been able to do much since he got to Chicago. But they aren't even staying in the city for this case. Sam is still blissed out from earlier activities and it seems as though Dean hadn't heard any of it.
"Dean…" Sam speaks quietly and slowly, not ready for an explosion from his brother. "Where are we going?"
"Yorkville. It's out in bumfuck nowhere. Closest city is Aurora twenty miles away." They're on I-88, driving away from the Dan-Ryan. Probably better that way. Traffic is a bitch all the time.
"What are we up against? Do you know?" Sam looks over Dean as he drives. It's pretty obvious that Castiel has him around his little finger. He's sure that if Cas makes an appearance right now, they would turn back to Chicago and Sam would vanish off with Gabriel somewhere. But he doesn't, so they don't.
"Part of research, Sammy. We'll be staying the Sunset Motel. Apparently it was in some movie or somethin' like that." They're driving west. And for a moment, it almost feels like when they had been searching for their dad a couple of years ago. Almost. Minus the angst, minus the tension.
"Any clues so far?" Sam is fully inspecting his brother now. Even though Dean is under a strange kind of stress, he still seems far happier than he had ever been since their mom died. So it goes.
"Well...no." Dean sighs and continues driving. Not that he would stop, they were on the tollway. "But! I'm thinking it's a wraith. A lot of dead people in the nursing home."
"It's a nursing home, Dean."
"Will you just trust me on this." The rest of the trip is made is silence until Dean puts on Zeppelin and starts singing to Travelling Riverside Blues. Sam looks out the window and watches as the building clear and make way for the trees and eventual countryside.
Yorkville, Illinois. Population 8,216 the sign says. Home to the Fighting Foxes. Dean drives just past Downtown Yorkville and into a parking lot for Silver Dollar Diner. Yorkville reminds Sam of the little towns where they would usually hunt for wendigos or check out crop circles. There's a group of noisy teenagers in the corner booth and they instantly pick out Sam and Dean when they walk in.
"Afternoon, boys." An older woman approaches them with a smile and a Southern accent. "Just the two of you today?"
Sam nods yes and tries to ignore the stares from the teenagers. "Dean…" He stares after they sit down. "This place gives me the creeps."
Dean looks around and catches a stare from a blond girl in a hoodie who instantly looks away. She leans forward and whispers conspiratorially at her friends. They all look over at the brothers with judging stares.
"Yeah, I get the same feeling."
A waitress pops up next to them. "Don't mind them. They're just trying to figure out if you're together or not." Her dark hair is pulled up haphazardly and held up with a pen. She has bags under her eyes and she glares at the teenagers in the corner who quickly look away. "Coffee?"
Sam looks at her. "How do you know that?"
"How, indeed?" She snorts. "I'm sorry. I've just never seen you around before and neither have they. And. Ugh. I go to school with them." She rolls her grey eyes and pulls out a pad and different pen. "Don't be surprised if Kylie comes up to ask you if you're gay. She's the one with blonde hair. Oh wait." She laughs. "They all look the same."
"You really don't like them." Dean watches her in fascination. "Wow, what'd they ever do to you?"
"They call me the Godless Communist. It's incorrect. I'm a Deist and I'm a Socialist. And they're popular." She adds as a side note. "So I'm Em and I'll be your server today."
Dean leans forward and looks her over. "What do you know about the recent deaths in the nursing home?" Sam looks over to give him a scolding of some sort, but she actually answers.
"Honestly, they're pretty messed up. The coroners are saying it was 'their time'. But it wasn't." Em looks over Dean and Sam. "What makes you so interested?" Her defences are up now.
"Nothing...it's just that...our grandpa was there and he was hunting just a year ago and now he's dead." The lie flows off his Dean's tongue so fluidly that it's hard for Sam to believe that he's got an honest living now.
"Oh, I'm sorry. But honestly, I think there's something up with the meds in there. I've got a friend who works there weekends and he tells me the system is messed up." Em twirls her pen. "Right. So are you gonna order something now...or should I come back?" She glances over at the teenagers who are now glaring sharp swords and needles at her.
"Uhm…" Sam finally speaks up. "Could you give us a few minutes?" Em nods and walks off, sticking her pen in her hair.
"She knows something. And she really wants to piss off those girls-" Dean cuts himself off when he notices one of the teenagers walking to their table. Damnit, Em was right.
"I never thought she'd leave." Despite being in the Northern Midwest, the girl speaks with a Valley GIrl drawl. "So, like, my girls and I were talking, you know, and we were wondering...if maybe you're dating. And if not, can I have your number?" Sam and Dean share a look.
"Uh, no. We're brothers. And no, Moon Unit Zappa, you're just hitting your preteens." Sam covers up his laugh by drinking some water and Dean turns away from her as she stalks off, muttering about how she's seventeen and obviously mature for her age. "Jesus, we need to get out of this place as soon as possible."
"Hey, you brought us here." Sam runs his fingers through his hair and chuckles. "Oh, man. I actually miss Chicago now." He glances down at his menu and makes his decision.
Em walks back up to them, a smirk on her face. "So. Did she ask?"
"Yeah, you know them too well." Sam shakes his head as she laughs.
"I've only been here for a year, but they are so transparent. No depth, just alcohol, sports, and sex." She pulls a pen from her hair, but it's the wrong one and her hair comes down in messy block locks to her clavicle. She makes an irritated face and a small sound like a dying duck.
Dean raises his eyebrows in shock. Whether it's at how unassumingly pretty she is with her hair down, or if it's the sound she just made, he doesn't know. She's trying hard to pull it back up, but it just isn't working, so she frowns and leaves it there. "Right. So! Brunch, lunch, whatever time it is. What's tickling your fancy for a meal?"
"I'll have pancakes and a side of bacon."
"I'll have your house salad." Em blinks at Sam for a moment and then shakes her head.
"I hate to tell you this, but you are one strange fellow." She smiles at them, curtsies, and then heads back to put in their orders.
"Alright. So a wraith." Sam scratches his head. "So we'll need silver and a mirror."
"Don't jump the gun, Sammy. We gotta go check out their brains first."
When they leave, Em is staring at them with eyes narrowed in amusement. At least those annoying teenagers in the corner had left them alone though. Sam and Dean hop into the Impala and head over to the Sunset Motel, change and head to the nursing home.
The receptionist at the front desk is fiddling with his phone and hardly spares them a glance when they walk in. "Hi. What can I do for you today?" Well, he sounds less than enthusiastic.
Dean shares a look with Sam before speaking up. "We're with the FBI, we're going to need to see the bodies of the recently deceased."
"Down the hall, sirs." The boy points backwards without taking his eyes off the phone.
As they walk away, Dean scoffs. "At least we know who isn't the wraith. Kids today with their texting and scones."
Sam chuckles, but lets Dean rant. "Wait, was that a Doctor Who reference?"
"Shut up."
They walk through the doors to the nursing home morgue. A man in a lab coat is standing over one of the bodies of the recently deceased. Presumably for an autopsy.
"Hey, Doc. I'm Agent Sullivan, and this is my partner, Agent Wazowski. We'd like to ask you a few questions." They flash their badges.
The doctor turns around, his blue eyes wide with worry. And for a second, those blue eyes remind Dean of Castiel. His stomach clenches and he takes in a deep breath. The memory of the kiss rushes through his mind and it replays over and over in his head. And then those wings pop in and he just-
"Did you notice anything weird about the residents before they died?" Dean forces himself to speak and stay calm, but with those memories it's getting harder to be able to.
"Well…" The coroner, Dr. Jeff Reska, sighs. "All of them reported feelings of being watched at night. But of course, they're all under surveillance all the time. They're old, we gotta keep an eye on them. But they seemed so...scared. Everyone just thought that it was their fear of death, but that didn't seem right."
"Why not?" Sam takes a look around the sterile room.
"Well, Jenkins here was an old man who just couldn't wait to die. So...I took a peek." Jeff wrings his hands and looks around excitedly. "I wanted to check Jenkins here for schizophrenia or something like that. Certain enlarged parts of the brain, so on and so forth. Well…" He walks around the table and grabs an x-ray. "His brain...melted. Goo. Slop. Charred. Gone." Jeff shakes his head furiously and then plops down in a chair. "Yorkville doesn't get weird things like this. Our most exciting news is high school graduation and the homecoming parade and our invisible corn crops every fall."
Sam and Dean share a look. "Alright, we're gonna have to look into the brains of the other vi-people." Dean clears his throat at his mix-up and turns to Sam and speaks quietly so Jeff can't hear them. "Wraith, Sam. We gotta a wraith and we gotta get silver."
"No need. I already chopped all their skulls open." Jeff spins around and grins. "All slop and all black and charred. Like a burger."
Sam raises his eyebrows and then it hits him. Gabriel. Jeff winks at him when Dean isn't looking. Oh shit...Sam can't hide his surprise and Dean looks at him like he's crazy.
"What goin' on with you, Mike?"
"Yeah, it's just that...wow...charred brains, you know."
Jeff-Gabriel licks his lips at Sam and damn if that doesn't remind him of earlier that morning. "I'm aware that this is pretty messed up, but I'll let you know if there's anything else that pops up."
Dean nods and fixes his suit jacket. He and Sam leave the building altogether and walk out to the Impala.
"Something is super off about that guy. I say we come by after hours and search his office."
(Later that Evening)
"Alright, let's get this over with." Dean picks the lock to the side of the nursing home and opens the door quietly. It's empty. The small sound of footsteps echoing through the corridor is coming from a ways off. Dean pulls out his flashlight and casts Sam a weary gaze. "Don't even think about fucking judging me."
Sam raised his eyebrows and his mouth drops open. "Dean, what the hell is that?" He looks at the flashlight in Dean's hands. It's in the shape of the duck. "Does it even work?"
"Yeah, it works...it just…" Dean indicates to the squeezable handle and sighs. As he squeezes it, it makes a small quacking noise and light comes out of the end of it. Sam covers his mouth to keep the laughter in, but fails miserably at Dean's expression of horror. "Shut the fuck up, bitch."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Where the hell did you get that?" Sam can already take a guess, but hearing Dean's side of the story is so worth it.
"Every fucking time I would grab a goddamn flashlight, it would turn into a fucking animal. And then make fucking animal noises." Dean squeezes it again and the light illuminates the corridor. "There was a fucking cow. And a then and then, as if it couldn't get any fucking worse, there was a fucking cat that looked just like kitty Cas." He takes his frustration out on the duck flashlight and that just about does it for Sam.
Sam bites his lip hard to keep from laughing and opens Reska's office. He can feel Dean glaring claws into his back, but he really couldn't care less. Gabriel sure knows how to make him laugh. He begins rifling through various drawers and cabinets, trying to find something.
"There's jack in here." Dean is looking over Jeff's desk as Sam leans casually against a wall. "Why the hell are you...aren't you not doing anything? Why aren't you doing anything?" Dean trips over his words and Sam shakes his head, still trying to get over the flashlights.
"That was Gabriel we were talking to this morning. This Jeff guy doesn't know anything. And if he does, we weren't talking to him. But we know we're fighting a wraith."
"You were planning on telling me that was Gabriel...when?" Dean puts the flashlight down and rises to his full height. "I mean, if you wanna get all buddy buddy with a dick, that's fine, Sam. That's...that's classy."
Sam rolls his eyes. "Dean, maybe you should just let go of that denial of yours. Gabe told me you used to sleeps with guys when I was off at Stanford." Dean visibly stiffens.
"We aren't having this conversation. We are on a hunt and we gotta keep our goddamn heads."
This isn't over. Sam knows that. He couldn't let it be over. He knows that Dean has a little thing going for Castiel and Sam's gonna make him talk about it.
A/N: This chapter is SO LONG! I'm sorry. I just kept typing and then I realised things and was like, 'Oh, self, we need to end this chapter', hence the ending. Ergo, next chapter will be awesome. Complete with pie and sex. Actually, I don't know about the sex yet. Someone needs to have the sex. Also, this fanfiction is written by a virgin. So I'm not really sure what people say in the throes of passion. 'Oh, baby, I wanna feel you in me!' or 'You're so big!'. I'm sorry. I'm tired. In chapter 10, they'll still be in Yorkville. I used to live in Yorkville, and I hated it. I am basically Em, except I'm not pretty. I was called a Godless Communist and they would stick crosses and garlic on my locker. Yeah. That happened. OKAY! I LOVE YOU! Please review! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and I tend to write better. -Pyxie xx