Remember when I said that the last chapter was the last? I guess my mind just wants to continue it. XD
Dean panted, heaving a dazed and moaning Sam over his shoulder, trying to get to the Impala as fast as possible.
"Dean…" Sam gasped.
"Yeah?"
"I think the Apocalypse is coming again."
"Sam-"
"No, really. And Lucifer…he decided to make Cas a-and Gabe lusting for us and-"
"You're hallucinating. Cas is just…confused, that's all." Dean said, not really knowing why exactly he was defending the angel who had oddly enough convinced him to have sex with not only him, but Sam too.
"Dean, you don't understand. I feel like I was bad touched."
"Cried like it, too. When I said that Sam Winchester cries during sex, I had no idea I was right." Dean snorted.
"You seem okay with this."
"Of course not!"
"You are! You're enjoying this!"
"I am not, you bitch!"
"Jerk."
LATER:
Sam was sleeping fitfully, and to Dean's amusement, sucking his thumb. Dean was humming his way through AC/DC when there was a thump.
Dean's head jerked to the roof, where there was two little dents in it.
"Shit."
Sam opened one eye. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is."
"We gotta get out, Sam! We gotta run!"
"He's an angel, Dean! We can't outrun him!" Sam yelled irritably, trying to take the wheel.
"Hey, don't touch my baby!" Dean yelled, pushing Sam out of the way, causing him to swerve back and forth on the road.
"Shut up, Dean! Swerve him off!" Sam growled.
"I can't!"
"Oh Deeaaaaaaan….." singsonged a voice. Both Sam and Dean's heads whirled around.
"Where is he?" Sam asked fearfully.
"I don't know! I can't tell where his voice is coming from!"
"Why won't you love me Dean?" Castiel asked.
"When I count to 3...we run. And we don't look back." Dean whispered.
"Is it because you love boobs more?" the angel continued. "People say you are heterosexual, Dean. They say so. But I know you love me, Dean."
"1..."
"I love you, Dean. I even have your amulet. You know the one Sam gave you? I have it with me. I know you want it."
"2..."
"Sam loves you too!"
"3!" Dean yelled, and both brother bolted from the car. "Don't look back, Sam!"
Sam had no intention to do so. He pumped his legs harder than he'd ever done before, his "moose legs", as Dean called them, pushing him farther and farther away from the headlights of the Impala. All Sam could see of ahead of him was a motel.
Bad idea. But it's the only thing I see that has shelter! Now I feel like I'M being hunted! Sam thought.
He heard Dean scream. He whirled around to see Dean being dragged by his ankles toward the Impala.
"Dean!" Sam called, starting to run toward him.
"No, Sam! Run!" Dean yelled back, struggling to get free. He screamed again, and Sam would have laughed at the high-pitched squeal of a woman coming from Dean's rough-sounding throat.
Another time, he would. And he's never live it down.
"Wait, okay! Sam! Help me!"
Sam grabbed Dean's wrists and yanked, but something else pulled back harder, hissing.
"Cas hisses?" Sam stated dumbly.
"Sam! Concentrate! I'm about to become a sex toy!"
"Great, now that image is stuck in my head!"
Sam heard garbled words and sounds coming from a still-hidden Castiel. "Where the fuck is he?" Sam asked, as he tried to pull Dean from the invisible grasp.
"You can't see him? I can feel him!" Dean growled at him. He suddenly yelped.
"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked, frightened.
"He kicked me in my private rectangle." Dean said pitifully.
"You're flattering your ass, Dean."
"It really is that sexy, Sam!"
"Oh My God." Sam grimaced.
Suddenly there was a loud SCREECH and Dean was yanked from Sam's painful grasp. Dean screamed as he was dragged away, and before Sam could reach for his brother, he vanished.
Sam collapsed onto his haunches, dazed and little confused. His cell phone rang, and he robotically answered it. "Sam."
"Hey, uh, its Chuck. Your brother's been kidnapped, right?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Better hope that angel has mercy."
Oh my god why why. WHY MUST I ONCE AGAIN BRING THIS WONDERFUL NIGHTMARE OUT?