Blood and Chocolate ✓

Chapter 5

Sam held up his fake warrant for Lotta to see before he lowered it onto the display case and pushed it toward Lotta. Between Dean pestering him with inquiries and accusing stares, and Gabriel's clinginess, Sam managed to produce a pretty good replica of a search warrant. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to show it to a judge, but for the purposes of getting Lotta's information, the fake would do.

Lotta frowned as she tapped her manicured nail on the paper. She clicked her tongue against her teeth and shook her head. "Whole world's gone crazy." She opened a drawer in her desk. There was a clattering of keys, and Lotta pulled out a ring of twenty keys, twirling it around her finger. "Back in a moment. Unless you two boys want to follow me to the filing cabinet." She eyed Sam and Gabriel, and Sam tried to ignore the fact that Gabriel was standing directly behind him, just inches away.

He was still reeling from his revelation the other day. Apparently he was Gabriel's boyfriend and vice versa.

It was still strange for him to think of them like that.

Sam took a few steps forward, and Lotta took it as Sam's answer. She led him into the back of the shop.

It really was a kitchen. Sunlight from the window of the backdoor bounced off the steel countertops. The place was immaculate with everything put away except for a stone and pestle on the table in the middle of the kitchen.

In the corner of the room—far away from the kitchen section—was a desk with a filing cabinet. Lotta unlocked the top drawer and pulled out a purple folder, tossing it onto the desk. "Those are my sales over the last month. You don't need any more since the murders started only a week or two ago, right?"

Sam shook his head, ignoring the pinch to his butt Gabriel gave him. "We'll need to look further back just in case."

Lotta cursed, clutching her keys in her hand. She took a deep breath then let it out. "Fine. I'm taking an early lunch break. You two can stay back here and look through these files. Do it quick. Your energies are off today, and I really do not need to be in the presence of your negativity any longer than required." She marched out of the back room without a word.

Sam listened for the door chime and the sound of the lock sliding into place to know when she was gone.

Sam let out a breath of tension only to suck it in again, as Gabriel swung himself in front of Sam, then clamped his hands on Sam's buttocks, trapping Sam in Gabriel's embrace. "Wanna do it on the desk?"

"Some other time." Sam crouched, slipping out of Gabriel's hold. He retreated two steps back as he straightened himself out then plopped himself into the swivel chair at the desk.

Gabriel pouted, perching himself on the edge of the desk. "C'mon Sam. She probably won't be back for an hour. Might as well have some fun."

"We had fun yesterday, and we can have fun later today." Sam frowned as he flipped open the folder. "What has gotten into you? I know you love sex, but normally you can keep it in your pants longer than this."

"Something wrong with me finding your banging bod irresistible?"

Sam shook his head, flattered by the compliment but not letting it show.

Gabriel smirked, adjusting his position so he was on his hands and knees atop the desk. He crawled toward Sam. His fingers curled around Sam's tie and he tugged Sam forward. "What can I say, I just want you more and more."

Sam picked up a sheet of paper from the stack in the folder and held it between their faces. "Later."

Gabriel scowled.

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Dean was going to have a pie for dinner, the older Winchester determined as the sister of the first murderer—Angela or something similar was her name—led him through her house. The girl wasn't even out of high school, and she fidgeted as she guided Dean to the living room. He took small amusement in the juxtaposition between the floral couch and the sports-themed blanket thrown across its back.