Saving Grace

Changing Channels -- TV Shows

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I stared at the TV intently, patting at Mary's back absentmindedly. "What are you guys watching?" Sam asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"It's a hospital show," Dean retorts.

"It's Dr. Sexy M.D. It's based off of the book." I mention.

Sam snorted loudly. "When did you hit menopause?"

I turned my glare up at Sam. "Don't make me kick your ass, Sam." I snap. "You guys have fun, I'll be here, watching Dr. Sexy." I explain.

Sam rolls his eyes at me. "Zack on his way?"

I hum again. "Yeah, he'll be here in a couple of hours."

Dean kisses the top of my head before lowering himself and kissing Mary on the head, who squeals loudly in response, a wide grin bearing on her squishy face. I chuckle and continue patting her back. "Be safe," Dean hums. "Come on, Sammy!"

Sam rolls his eyes again and trails out after his brother. I snort loudly and lean back on the bed, returning to watching Dr. Sexy. "Damn, that guy is hot," I murmur. I gave a loud groan as the door rattled. "I swear to god, if you guys forget your keys one more time--" My breath hitched in my throat as Castiel appears in front of the door, looking as frumpled as usual. "Dammit, Cass," I snap irritably. "What'd I say about popping up out of nowhere?"

"I need your help." Cass states. "I may know the location of the Archangel Gabriel."

My brow quirked. "Thought he went under the radar," I murmur as I lift the whining baby out of her crib. "It's not like I can just leave. Someone needs to be here to watch--"

With a snap of his fingers, Zack stumbles into the room, holding an unwrapped burger and a magazine. "What the hell--" He murmurs, peering around wildly.

"Nice." I sigh. "Thanks, that's another can of worms I gotta spring on the poor guy."

"I don't understand that reference." Cass retorts, brows furrowing in confusion.

I set the baby into Zack's arms before snatching the burger and tearing a bite out of it. "We gotta get you to watch some tv before the world ends. You're kind of a stick in the mud sometimes. Hey, thanks for coming--"

"Unwillingly," Zack retorted blandly, patting at Mary's back. "Seriously, what kinda witch crap did he pull on me? Am I gonna be okay?"

I pat at his face with a smile. "He's not a witch, so don't worry about that. Have fun with the baby and for the love of God, keep the baby away from Ghostbusters, I'm getting sick of her screaming when we don't play the movie at least three times a day."

"No promises," Zack smiles.

Cass leans to my ear as I shove on my boots. "What's a ghostbuster?" He asks softly.

I palm at my face irritably. "Let's talk later, okay?"

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"You know, when I said we'd talk later, this is not what I had in mind-- God dammit, Gabriel!" I shout angrily, stomping my boots around in the remains of a squished up Slimer from the movie Ghostbusters. "You've got to be shitting me!" I don't know how long we'd been in this stupid trap of Gabriel's, but as soon as we stepped into that warehouse, everything went to shit.

"I'm still unsure of what--"

"Shut up, Cass," I snap angrily. "Come on, we've got to make our way through this stupid fantasy he's putting us in and kick the crap out of him because I am at my wits end!"