Sympathy For The Devil
"How would you explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes all at the same time, all around the globe?" A news anchor asked.
"Two words. Carbon emissions." A man replied.
"Yeah, right, Wavy Gravy." Dean remarked, leaning into my touch as I ran my fingers through his hair.
"We should watch Pretty Woman." I said.
"Not again." Dean complained.
"Roadhouse?"
"...No, we watched it last weekend."
"Fine. Overboard."
"We watched that two weeks ago." Dean pointed out, rolling over to rest his head on my chest, one hand resting on my boob. "I vote a nap."
A knock on the door made us all look over.
Sam stood from the table, moving toward the door.
Dean sat up, grabbing his gun.
Sam opened the door.
A woman with blonde-ish hair gasped, her eyes going wide.
"You okay, lady?" Sam asked.
"Sam, is it really you?" She asked. She placed a hand on his chest, shutting her eyes as she practically groped him. She looked up at him again. "And you're so firm."
Dean and I share a look.
"Uh...Do I know you?" Sam asked.
"No, but I know you." She replied. "You're Sam Winchester and you're--" Her eyes landed on Dean and I, looking rather disappointed. "Not what I pictured. I also did not picture Saige with blonde hair, but..." She smiled, rushing inside as she looked back at Sam. "I'm Becky. I've read all about you guys, and I've even written a few--" She chuckled. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were."
"Chuck?" Dean asked, standing as Sam shut the door.
"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels." Becky shrugged. "Nice change up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting old."
"Alright. Just--Um, what's the message?" Sam asked.
"He had a vision." Becky stated. She shut her eyes. "'The Michael Sword is on earth. The angels lost it.'"
"The Michael Sword?" Dean asked.
"Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asked.
"In a castle on a hill made of 42 dogs." Becky answered.
"A castle?" I asked.
"Forty-two dogs?" Dean added.
"Are you sure you got that right?" Sam questioned.
"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." Becky insisted. She stepped closer to Sam, placing a hand on his chest. "I memorized every word. For you."
"Um...Becky, uh, can you--can you quit touching me?"
"No."
_____
A knock on the door made Dean cross the room to open it. "Hey, Bobby." He greeted, pulling the man into a hug.
Bobby pulled back, patting his shoulder and moving toward me. "Good to see you three all in one piece."
"Daddy!" Evie tackled Dean as he knelt down to her height.
Dean smiled. "Hey, Evie bug."
"Take you spawn and let me have a moment of peace, will you?" Millie handed Wyatt over to me before flopping down on the bed. "Hey, King-Size, bang any dead chicks lately?"
YOU ARE READING
Cursed {Dean Winchester 5}
Fanfiction"If I die--" I began, voice quiet, barely above a whisper. "Don't say that." Dean cut me off, resting his head against mine. "You won't. I won't let you. You aren't dying. Not on my watch." A sigh slipped past my lips as I shut my eyes. "Show me you...
