All This Time (Destiel, Sabriel and Michifer AU)

Can we stay here forever?

Dean grinned to himself as he hid behind the small wall, paintgun in hand. 

So far they'd been playing for 20 minutes and they were already proving to be pretty much equals. 

Dean couldn't explain how natural it felt to be holding the gun, and thought that maybe he shouldn't of given up on the police academy idea. (Yes I am thinking of making Dean a cop :D)

He could just make out Sam ducking behind a tree trunk on the other side of the area they were in and raises his gun.

He stayed still in that position for several long minutes before he finally caught sight of Sam in his sight. "Sorry Sammy," he murmurs before pulling the trigger and grinning as he heard his little brother let off a string of swearwords.

Then he felt several paint-balls hit him in the shoulder while he had been distracted and noticed Sam still had his gun in his hands. Sam was laughing, holding the gun in one hand as he rubbed his sore shoulder.

Flipping him off, Dean sprinted across the yard and dived into a ditch. He held the gun against his chest and looks around for a better hiding spot. A tree with a branch hanging over the ditch caught his eye and he crawled over to it. 

Popping his head about the edge of the ditch, Dean couldn't see his tall brother anywhere and quickly climbed up the tree while he had a chance. Once he was seated up on the higher branches, Dean rests his gun on his knees and scans the area.

It wasn't long until he spied his brother again, lining up the shot carefully. Then his phone rang shrilly, breaking his concentration and causing him to tumble from the branch. Scrambling to grab a hold on the rough bark of the tree, Dean groans in pain as he ends up on the same low lying branch he'd first seen. 

"Dean!" Sam runs over to him, dropping his gun and helping Dean to the ground. 

Waving him off, Dean winces in pain as he picks up his phone from the dirt. "Why the hell is Lucifer calling me? Surely they can't of gotten themselves in that much trouble in the time we've been gone." 

Sam laughs, brushing his hair out of his face as he pats Dean's back, causing his older brother to wince. 

Dean calls Lucifer back, grumbling under his breath as he searches for his fallen gun. 

"Lucifer, why the hell did you call me?" Dean said the moment Lucifer picked up.

"Hello to you too Dean," Lucifer drawls, "Lisa tried calling you, but found her phone... dead so she insisted I called for her."

"Is Lis okay?" Dean finds his gun lying at the bottom of the ditch and aims at his brother, pretending to shoot him. 

Sam mimics dying as Lucifer responds, and Dean shakes his head in amusement at his brother's dramatic antics.

"She isn't feeling well, something to do with morning sickness, and wants to say bye 'cause she wants to head home."

"Hold up, tell her to hang on a bit and I'll come pick her and take her home."

"Dean, you and Sam just stay and enjoy the rest of the weekend, catch up with Cas, I'll be fine," Lisa pipes up in the background.

Dean runs a hand through his hair, "will you be okay?"

"Course I will, its not like I'm dying or anything, it's just morning sickness."

"Fine, just call me when you get home, Love ya."

Sam pretends to gag as Dean hangs up, "eugh, I think I puked a little in my mouth from all the straightness."

"Shut up," Dean elbows his brother as they start limping back to the car, dropping their gear off on the way.