Supernatural Stories

S.H.I.P.P.E.R.S

So this was inspired almost two years ago by my good friend UltimateSandwich7 after I informed them of the term "gaydar". Thanks Sandwich. And I kept telling people about this, but I can't find the comment thread, so. I hope you all find this...

Sam Winchester was a lot of things. He was a hunter. He was a brother. He was a bookworm. He was a survivor. He was a warrior. To the monsters of the world, he was something to fear. To those in need, he might even be a hero, although that idea still felt foreign to him. Maybe it always would. The rest of his world knew these things about him, for the most part. Dean and Cas certainly did. But, despite their years as Team Free Will, and all the secrets they'd shared and all the time spent together, there was one thing Sam had managed to keep totally confidential: his mission.

Nearly nine years ago, Sam had made a deal. Not a demon deal or even an angel deal—not a harmful kind of deal. He'd made a deal with someone calling themselves Fann Dominic. Maybe it was his real name, maybe it was an alias. Sam never found out. Fann had noticed Sam's ability to read people and to win them over with his words—abilities left over from law school, no doubt—and had approached him with a mission: Sam was to become a special agent in Fann's organization. Sam had accepted, gaining his rank in S.H.I.P.P.E.R.S., or Sending Help to Incompetent People to Produce Eventual Romantic Situations.

Sam was assigned his first mission that night—not his only mission to date, but certainly his most challenging. The early missions had been simple. Drop a few hints there, leave some love notes there, and eventually, the idiots catch on. Shakespearean, really. The assignments got more challenging over the years. He still had an ongoing file on Merthur. He was running out of time on that one. Johnlock was still . . . uncertain. Moriarty kept messing with everything Sam tried.

But right now, Sam's focus was on his first and most difficult mission: Destiel. He'd been trying for years to get Dean and Cas together, but to no avail. Dean remained in denial, and Cas was clueless, or at least pretended to be. Well, that was finally going to change. Finally, now that the agency had agreed to send a little help on the matter.

~+~

Sam was unpacking the black cases of varying sizes as fast as possible before Dean and Cas showed up back at the bunker. The cases were all stamped with the symbol of SHIPPERS: a circle with a heart at the center with the motto Obtenebimus beneath it (We shall overcome). Sam now had to find hiding places for all his new tech. The small vials of potion were easy enough to hide in his drawers and closet, but the mistletoe plants and accompanying spell books were a little more difficult to conceal.

He managed to hide the potted
plant in his closet—mistletoe had to be fresh to retain potency—and the spell books fit in perfectly on his bookshelf. The tranquilizer guns fit under his bed when kept in their black cases. He stuffed the handful of romance movies and chick flicks they had sent under his bed too, planning to have them "end up" in Dean's room. The other devices needed he already owned: his gaydar was useless in this situation, so he'd sent in his bi-fi router to be serviced weeks ago. Dean wouldn't be able to lie his way out of this one. Cas was a little hard to pin down, being a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent, but Sam had known him long enough to read the angel pretty well.

He was finally ready. Time to set the traps and wait.

~+~

"You're sure this is the only way to do this, Sam?" Dean asked for the fourth time as the Impala roared down the highway towards their next hunt. Which may or may not have been set up by SHIPPERS at a couple's retreat as per Sam's request. But Dean didn't need to know that.