Sam was sitting in the Impala, reading a book. The header at the top of the page reads 'Dr. Faustus'. He looked up to see Dean inside the house across from him; he was wearing only an undershirt.
Dean grinned and gave Sam a double-thumbs up, at which Sam shook his head, smiling fondly. I came into the window from off right, and Dean shut the curtains; Sam could see us undressing each other in silhouette when his phone rang.
"Hello." Sam said.
"Hey, Sam." Bobby said.
"Hey, Bobby." Sam said.
"What're you doing?" Bobby asked.
"Oh, same old, same old." Sam said.
"You buried in that book again?" Bobby asked. Sam paused. Bobby grimaced. "Sam, you want to break Dean free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."
"Then where, Bobby?" Sam asked.
"Kid, I wish I knew. So, where's your brother and Ali?" Bobby asked.
"Polling the electorate." Sam said.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"Never mind." Sam said.
"Well, you boys better pack it up. I think I finally found something." Bobby said. Sam hung up.
Inside the house, he knocked on the bedroom door, opening it slowly.
"Dean? Ali?" Sam asked and entered the room. "Dean, you -- you conscious? Bobby called, and he thinks that maybe we--" Sam stopped and he stared in horror. "Oh, god." he ran away.
Later, Sam, Dean, and I were in the Impala, Dean driving and me sitting next to him and Sam on my other side.
"Let me see your knife." Sam said.
"What for?" I asked.
"So I can gouge my eyes out." Sam said.
"It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam." Dean said.
"It's a part of you two I never wanted to see, Dean." Sam said. Dean chuckled and slapped Sam on the thigh.
"Hey, I appreciate you giving me a little quality time with my girl here." Dean said and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"No problem." Sam said quietly.
"Really? Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll, something." Dean said.
"Not at all. You deserve to have a little fun." Sam said.
"Well, I'm in violent agreement with you there." Dean said and chuckled.
"What's Bobby got?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Not much. Crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Could be demonic omens." Sam said.
"Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem." I joked.
"Yeah, but it's our only lead." Sam said.
"Any freaky deaths?" Dean asked.
"No, nothing Bobby could find -- not yet, anyway." Sam said.
"It's weird, man. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?" Dean asked.
"Seventeen." I said.
"Seventeen. You think it would be 'Apocalypse Now', but it's been five days and bupkis." Dean said. Sam looked at him, startled. Dean paused. "What are the demons waiting for?"
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Running From Deals - SPN S3
FanfictionDean sold his soul for Sam. He just wants peace for his last year on Earth. Ali and Sam wouldn't let him go without a fight. They all have to face what is happening and try to find a way out of it. I DO NOT own Supernatural. I only own Alison Hart ...
