When Time Runs Out (Johnlock X Destiel)

Saved By The Gays

When Sam wakes up, he finds himself tied to a chair and he rolls his eyes, until he raises his head to look at Jim. He looks different than before. His hair is no longer free and messy, but is slicked back with heavy gel. His white t-shirt and blue jeans with neon green underwear is replaced with a black Westwood suit.

Watching Jim's eyes, they don't turn black, and he doesn't have fangs or claws, so he must just be human. Easy enough. Sam thinks

"Oh, you're awake." His Irish accent croons.

"This isn't what Sherlock and John wanted! They wanted my brother and Cas to fall in love! Not something else, whatever the hell it is you're planning." Sam defends the ghosts. Of all the weird things he thought he'd do, he's defending ghosts to a human.

"How do you know?" He smirks.

"They told me!" Sam tries to point to the ghosts whose hands are still eternally intertwined in the corner.

"You're going to believe vengeful ghosts?" Jim's face clearly reads that he's nervous. That's a good thing, Sam thinks.

"Why would they be vengeful? Nobody killed them, or wronged them! They died willingly and with humility. All they wanted to do was be in love? Is that a crime? All they want to do is help others fall in love." Sam says all in one breath.

Jim sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and forefinger. Sam looks behind him briefly to see John and Sherlock sneaking up behind Jim. Internally smiling, he holds Jim's gaze, not letting him know he's about to be attacked. 

Using their free hands, the ghosts clap Jim on either side of his head and he falls to the ground unconscious.

"Easy." Sherlock shrugs and they both help Sam out of his chair, without much struggle. 

Once they get out of the empty warehouse they begin to walk slowly to the graveyard, Sam checking behind him to make sure the ghosts are still following. Their eternally intertwined hands swing between them, and although they know their fate, they look... happy. 

"Thanks for saving me." Sam says shyly, feeling bad that he has to burn their bones now. 

"You're welcome." John says sweetly, but Sherlock grunts, knowing what's going to be coming.

Sam lowers his head. For once in his life, he wishes that he doesn't have to burn these bones.