A/N: As you should know by now I suck at updating regularly. I apologize for that. Again.
Sam let out a huff of frustration as he slammed his laptop close, his eyes glaring a hole in the back of his older brother. Dean had been in what could only be called a drunken stupor ever since Lucifer took Tova (back to hell no doubt) three days ago.
"What the hell is up with you, Dean?" Barely contained fury crept into Sam's voice. 72 hours of Dean sitting in a chair by the fireplace with an endless supply of alcohol nearly catatonic. Sam and Bobby and even Jo had tried to talk to him but he either ignored them or just made some kind of noise and went back to his alcohol. Sam wouldn't be surprised if Dean's blood was now replaced with it.
Dean merely grunted in response, bringing the bottle in his hand to his lips and taking a big sip, eyes gazing intently into the fireplace.
Sam let out a sigh, wondering if he should go back to google ways to stop the apocalypse (unsuccessfully) or tell his brother to snap out of it. He had the sinking feeling Dean was starting to like Tova. Why else would Dean have tried to protect Tova from her father, the devil three days ago? Why else would he be like this, other than because he missed Tova or worried for her? (Alright there could be other reasons, they did live fucked up lives, but Sam was pretty sure it was because of Tova.) And don't even get him started on what happened in Dean's alternate reality with the djinn that Dean had apparently wanted to keep hidden from his younger brother. Yes he knew about that. Sam had suspected more had taken place than what Dean had said so he asked Cas. Cas had told him everything. In vivid detail.
"No Sam. I'm not acting like this because of that damn demon." Sam jumped at his older brother's almost defensive growl, then promptly fought the urge to turn pink. So Sam had said all of that out loud.. "And what the hell do you mean Cas told you about what happened with the djinn in-"
"Are you starting to feel for Tova, Dean? Because I have to admit ever since the run in with the djinn, you've been weird around her."
Dean stood up abruptly before Sam could even finish his sentence, mumbling about needing more beer, and sauntered off towards the front door. It wasn't until after Sam heard Dean's car speed away to the nearest bar that he let his head fall onto the desk, wondering what to do now.
A clearing of a throat had him shooting out of his chair, hand reaching for the Colt tucked in his waistband. Bobby was out trying to get information about how to stop the impending apocalypse and Jo was...well somewhere but here. She seemed to always randomly disappear then reappear at the weirdest hours. Anyways, whoever was currently standing behind him couldn't be a friendly.
"For the love of...Sam, turn around you dumbass." Sam swiveled around, his jaw dropping considerably as Tova came into view. His brow furrowed at her appearance. Her dark hair that had last been in a tight ponytail had fallen out and was tangled around her face. Parts of her jeans and the bottom of her shirt were singed and her jacket was gone, one sleeve of her shirt ripped off.
"What the hell happened to you?"
Tova just rolled her eyes and glanced around the living room, cocking an eyebrow at the empty beer bottles lying beside the fireplace. She didn't say anything about it. "You don't want to know." Sam nodded slightly, he probably didn't but he continued with the questioning anyway.
"So you were in...hell?" Sam sat back in the chair, his fingers drumming on the top of the desk as he eyed her.
And he could have sworn she growled as her eyes flashed black. She spat, "You would think so. The bastard sent me back in time...and I fucking lost my favorite jacket." She glowered at Sam as if he were the one responsible for her losing her favorite jacket.
Sam ignored that, mentally shaking his head. Wait, what? Back in time? "Why-"
"Are you even fucking aware of what Dean was dreaming about when that djinn captured his ass?" Sam grimaced, he knew. Too well. Thanks Cas. "-were fuck buddies! Dean the sick bastard." What she said next though made Sam's eyes widen and want to bolt from the room. "Though I will admit Dean isn't the ugliest guy and he.." She trailed off as she realized Sam was staring at her somewhat horrified.
Before Sam could even think of how to respond to that, the front door opened and the eldest Winchester walked through it. Dean muttering curses about forgetting his wallet but stopping cold as he finally saw Tova.
Sam wasn't sure how to feel as a shimmer of relief and...something else passed over Dean.
Dean cleared his throat a couple times. "You look like hell." Once again, Tova's fists clenched and her eyes flashed black, obviously restraining herself from physically harming him. "Is that where you've been?" He didn't wait for her to answer though, his eyes finally turned to his younger brother. "Have you seen my wallet?"
"It's on the kitchen counter." Dean nodded and started walking in that direction but stopping cold as he heard Tova say:
"This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you...but I kinda feel like I've been given a second chance. And I don't wanna waste it."
Those familiar words made him pale. Shit. Dean had told the Tova in that little alternate world of his that right before...right before they kissed. Shit. Again.
She knew.
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"Why the hell did you show me that. If I were human do you know how much fucking therapy I would have to go through just to try and forget that shit?! I will never unsee that. Thanks." Lucifer rolled his eyes in annoyance Another unfavorable trait of Tova. She was very dramatic and highly annoying.
"Tova...this is perfect. This is just what I need. What we need." Tova glanced sideways at her dad wondering what the hell he was mumbling about. "Dean has a...what is it called...a crush on you."
"What the fu-"
Lucifer continued, ignoring his daughter. "Obviously. Why else would this be in his little fantasy world? Why else would-"
Tova shook her head, her eyes going back to the couple making out on the green couch in the small apartment her dad had zapped them too. "Dean tried to fucking kill me!" But Tova couldn't help but think about the look Dean had given her the other day. And the way he had stupidly stood up to the devil for her.
"You're still here, aren't you?" He ignored her glare. "Now, all that stuff about how I don't want Sam and Dean dead. That was a lie. I have no use for Sam, I have a new vessel chosen." He paused. "I would've just killed them but...I have a way that's more entertaining."
"...what way?"
"You get Dean to fall in love with you. It should be easy considering he's halfway there already. Then you get Sam to fall for you also which may be a little challenging but...if he can fall for Ruby he can fall for you. After both Winchesters are in love with you...you turn them against each other. Make them jealous. Jealousy kills, you know."
There was silence. Well other than the sound of the two people on the couch.
"...Let me get this straight. You want me to get Sam and Dean Winchester, the best damn demon hunters there are, to fall in love with me, the devil's child. Then turn the two inseparable brothers against each other...all for your entertainment."
"Yes."
"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?! Just because-" But before she could finish her sentence, her dad zapped her out of Dean's fucking creepy as shit fantasy world and into Bobby Singers home.