AN: Takes place between "It's a Terrible Life" and "The Monster at the End of this Book."
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Fuckin' angels.
Three weeks wasted as a corporate douche.
Should have stabbed him in his fuckin' face.
After their conversation in Dean Smith's office, Zachariah had given him an address a few blocks away Impala was parked. Then he blinked out to deal with Sam Wesson.
When Dean pulled up to the curb outside of Sandover Sam was waiting wearing his total bitch face. He got in the car without a word and Dean hauled ass out of town. Didn't even know where they were going, just wanted to get as far away from there as possible.
Every night Dean Smith had the most intense and erotic dream. He could never make out the other person with him and he was always in an alley, which seemed like a really strange fantasy, but it was so fervid that he craved sleep each night. During the day when he'd find his mind wandering there he'd try picturing Tracey in accounting, Beth from IT, or the woman who lived across the hall there with him. They never fit though, square pegs in round holes and whatnot.
And now Dean Winchester remembered why. It wasn't a woman there with him. Wasn't even really a man.
After the mess with Alistair Dean had been so focused on his guilt over the whole, you know, apocalypse thing that he'd managed to, well, not forget, but at least avoid thinking about the dream.
Now he couldn't escape it. The feel of his warm body pressed against him… Goddamnit. He shook his head trying to wipe the mental slate and shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the tightening in his pants. Sam looked at him like he was nuts. Which, he kind of was.
Fuckin' angels.
They pulled off at the next exit to gas up and get some burgers. When Dean walked out of the McDonalds with their food Sam was just hanging up the phone.
"So I just got off the phone with Bobby."
"He musta been freakin'."
"No, get this- he's been talking to both of us."
"What?" Dean said as they both got in the car. "Unbelievable… Fuckin' angels."
They divvied up the food and Dean inhaled a Big Mac before Sam was a quarter of the way through his chicken sandwich. "Dude, I'm starving."
"Yeah, I bet" Sam smirked.
Oh boy, here we go.
"Laugh it up college boy. At least I was making more than minimum wage."