Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters but I have managed to make them into something they hunt but in a good way.
(This is part of an arc about a living doll that is killing people so each chapter will continue from the end of the one before it.)
Warning: This is based in an alternate universe where the boys are shapeshifter twins that were adopted by John and Mary after their real parents, close friends of the hunters who were killed by Gordon. They are later adopted by Bobby after the Winchesters are killed on a hunt. He does know they are shifters and has raised them as Hunters, like their adopted parents had been doing while teaching them to be good shifters and how to hide what they are from others.
No, the other hunters don't know they are shifters and they are good at acting human but are fully shapeshifters not human genetically but raised to behave as human by their parents. No, there will be no Lucifer, Michael, or vessel, or leviathan plots in this storyline just the boys hunting as Hunters and shifters.
Yes, there will be Wincest but I will keep it brief and romantic as possible. This isn't that kind of story.
Plot: The brothers call their Dad to discuss what they have so far. Sam exacts his revenge on Dean.
Preview of next chapter: Boys are visited with tragedy and Sam is heartbroken.
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"Hey, Dad. Got an update on the case." Sam said eyeing the new pack of super glue he had bought that day when Dean was busy picking up one of the cashiers in the store. He eyed it evilly and smirked.
"Yeah, how's it going?" Bobby said, they sure did work quick.
"We got a doll shop all the victims recently bought dolls from. It's called Havier's Unique Doll Creations and it's pretty popular apparently. Or so we're told." Sam said holding up the glue thoughtfully and applying to the beer bottle Dean had left on the table now. Dean was out of the bathroom now, coming toward him. So Sam quickly capped it and pocketed it. Dean picked up the beer bottle and drank a long drink. Sam just smiled into the phone. "Apparently other 'doll lovers' like myself shop there a lot."
"Oh, he's doing that again, eh?" Bobby chuckled as he heard Dean swear loudly and he figured Sam had retaliated for 'effeminating' him again.
"You son of a bitch, you glued my bottle to my hand! I am going to kick your ass, Sammy!" Dean lunged at Sam who easily stepped to the side and Dean almost fell on his ass. Now he was trying to pry his hand from the bottle with his knife and swearing to pay him back. Sam just hummed happily as he talked to his father.
"Yeah, but he should stop that soon or I will teach him the true meaning of 'gaying' someone up. I am not afraid to play 'jealous boyfriend' if he keeps it up. Really I'm not." Sam said offering him the solvent and Dean took it scowling. He used it to soften the glue so he could get the bottle off easily now.
"Don't even think it, Sammy. I don't do gay." Dean vowed but saw his brother's point, it was offensive but then it was so fun to do, Dean couldn't resist it.
"Yeah, and for once you can be the one that loves dolls and is quite possibly the gayest man on the planet. Try it and you'll hate it, too. You grabbed my ass! That was so wrong!" Sam said annoyed again, he knew Dean didn't do two things: gay or effeminate. Unfortunately, that meant that Sam got those parts and, damn it, he was getting really tired of it.
"Dean, did you have to grab his ass?" Bobby said sighing, rubbing his temple. Dean was tormenting his brother again so ergo Sam punished him. It was their favorite activity.
"I had to sell it. What straight guy really loves dolls that damn much? So I had no choice." Dean said and laughed at Sam's bitchface. "Seriously?"
"You could avoid the touching thing more. It's just creepy when you do that." Sam complained and Dean shrugged, yeah, touching him that way was creepy, he could avoid that more from now. "I don't mind the gaying up thing as much as I used to but I hate the touchy parts. You're my brother, trust me, that's just another level of wrong, even for you. Can you find another way to get info without it, seriously? If not, I got plenty of super glue left." He eyed Dean with an evil glint in his eye, "It's your dick next, bro. Trust me. I will go there."
"What the hell would you be using super glue on my dick for…oh, I get it." He eyed Sam in annoyed disbelief, "You wouldn't!"
"Watch me." He said this eying the super glue on Dean's hand, "You have to sleep sometime, Dean, and I am nothing if not patient."
Sam had a point, he was definitely one of the most patient men Dean knew. Maybe the touching thing could be negotiated here. He didn't want his hand glued to his dick in his sleep, and Sam was just pissed enough to do it, too. Plus the 'jealous boyfriend' routine would ruin any chance of him getting laid, and Dean really looked forward to getting laid sometime soon.
Dean decided to try to behave, as much as he could.
"Sorry, I'll try to not do that anymore." At least until he found the guy's supply of super glue, then he'd reconsider the behaving strategy.
"Good, now that we've decided to forego creepy touching, I think we will hit the doll shop as soon as it opens tomorrow morning." Sam said smiling now and Dean sulked. Sam didn't have to be so smug about it. "I guess I can play gay one more time, if you keep it non-touchy, I suppose…" He nudged Dean and Dean gave him a smile.
"Thanks, Sammy. I'll skip the touching this time. I might have to do a hand hold though but that's it, promise." Dean smiled now, ruffling his brother's hair. Their brotherly peace established once again.
"I can live with that." Sam agreed and smiled, "How about getting a beer?" He grabbed the keys and shook them, smiling widely. "I'll even let you use the room for a bit, if you get lucky."
Dean grabbed the keys and his jacked, smiling widely now.
"Sorry, Dad. We have to go now but we'll call you after we visit the doll shop tomorrow, promise." Dean said and they were out the door. Sam locked the door and Dean waited for him, then they headed to the car together.
"Sure thing, be careful. Call if you need help." Bobby smiled now, they had made up, per usual. They could never stay mad at each other, never could. They just knew how to talk to each other.
"We will." Dean reassured his Dad and hung up.
Then they headed to the nearby bar for a few drinks and a bimbo for Dean. Sam just wanted to spend time with Dean but he'd rather be damned than admit that out loud. So maybe he could have Tina come by and drink with him instead, that way they could talk some more.
He called and she agreed to meet him there in a couple hours, she was in a study group right now but she could come by then. He agreed to meet her there and hung up.
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