Supernatural | One-Shots

The Glitter God: Sam W.

Words: 976
Warnings: None
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"Sam, watch out. The store had glitter and (Y/N) got some," Dean's voice echoed through the speaker of the phone as Sam held it against his ear by his shoulder.

"Why? What is (Y/P) going-" Sam's sentence was drawn short as rainfall of blue and green glitter-coated his hair, face, and shirt. A giggle sounded from the right of him, from inside the actual motel room, "I'll talk to you later."

"(Y/P) got you, didn't (Y/P)?" Dean's voice was laughing but a laugh didn't leave his lips, "I'm still cleaning glitter out of my hair."

"Mmhm." Sam hung up as he walked into the room, "You have three seconds to come here."

(Y/N) put a hand over (Y/P) mouth to hide (Y/P) laughs. Sam walked to the middle of the room and looked around to see (Y/P) nowhere.

"One," Sam dropped one of the fingers he was holding as his orbs looked around for movement, "Two."

(Y/N)'s eyes widen slightly as (Y/P) tried (Y/P) hardest not to move.

"Three. You're in for it now, little one." (Y/N) let a small scream out as Sam's head appeared above (Y/P)s. (Y/P) scrambled out of (Y/P) hiding place and ran to the other side of the room.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." (Y/N) laughed as (Y/P) looked at the mess on top of his head, "Truce?" The three of them were having a prank war. Sam shook his head to knock some of the colourful glitter off of his head.

"A truce? Truce on this?" Sam pointed at himself. A chuckle pushed past his lips as he slowly stalked towards (Y/P), "Oh, I don't think so." (Y/N) drove over one of the beds and slide across the other one but let a yelp out as Sam was in front of (Y/P) again.

"How did you move so fast?!" (Y/N) was pinned to the wall but (Y/P) was smiling. Sam ignored (Y/P) question to rub his head against (Y/P) to get the glitter on (Y/P) too, "Oh, c'mon, Sammy. That's gonna take weeks to clean." (Y/N) whined. (Y/P) wasn't mad, in fact, (Y/P) was a giggling mess as Sam was chuckling up a storm.

"Now, we can call a truce." Sam pulled his head back to look at what he made. (Y/P) had stray pieces of glitter on (Y/P) face and some in (Y/P) (H/T) hair. (Y/P) pouting playfully as Sam smiled, "You look like a second graders art project." (Y/N) laughed as (Y/P) sighed happily.

"Thank you, I tried," (Y/N) joked and Sam's godlike laugh filled (Y/P) ears. It made (Y/P) knees buckle slightly. (Y/P) voice was small but it held a lot of emotion. Sam looked (Y/P) in the eyes and seen (Y/P) even had glitter on (Y/P) eyelashes, "Hey, guess what?"

"What?"

"I love you." (Y/P) lightly pressed (Y/P) lips against his thinner ones. They were soft and warm with glitter on them. Sam smiled into the kiss as he let his arms fall from the wall to (Y/P) waist. He pulled (Y/P) closer as (Y/P) wrapped (Y/P) arms around his neck.

"Mm, I love you too," Sam mumbled against (Y/P) lips as (Y/P) played with the ends of his hair at the base of his neck. (Y/N) smiled softly as (Y/P) pulled back to take a breath. Sam's lips landed on (Y/P) forehead, then (Y/P) cheeks, then (Y/P) neck. He gave (Y/P) butterfly kisses along (Y/P) neck as (Y/P) ran (Y/P) fingers through his hair.

"Get a room you two." Dean's voice filled the space as he shut the door.

"We had one, then you walked in," (Y/N) muttered sadly as Sam pulled back with a roll of his eyes.

Dean poked his head out of the bathroom and glared playfully at (Y/P). (Y/P) only glared back before they laughed. (Y/P) pecked Sam's lips as he removed his arms from (Y/P) waist. He chuckled as he grabbed (Y/P) cheeks to kiss (Y/P) again. (Y/N) fell on the bed (Y/P) shared with Sam as he walked to the table in the room.

"We got a hunt, anyway." Dean dried his hands as he walked from the restroom, "Ever heard of The Hook-man?" (Y/N) rolled (Y/P) eyes as Sam looked up at him confused.

"The Hook-man? Isn't that a legend?" Sam's usual cluelessness filled their ears.

"I mean, the story today's generation is told is a legend, but there was a killer that killed his victims with a hook. He was a fisherman and his daughter went out with a guy that she was dating. They were meant to go to a party with their friends, but the boyfriend had other plans."

(Y/N) started to explain as the boys listen closely.

"He took her to '9 Mile Road' instead, which now has the name of 'Lover Lane'. He tried to...get it on with her but she didn't want that because she wasn't ready to go that far." (Y/N) took a breath in, so (Y/P) could finish, "She heard a scratching, like metal on metal. The boyfriend, agitated, got out to see what it was. It was about ten minutes before she heard any movement, and that's when she heard a soft tap tap tap on the car roof.

"That's when she got out to see why her boyfriend hasn't come back yet. She was quietly shouting his name when she heard the tap tap tap again. She looked up to see her boyfriend hanging there by a rope around his neck with his stomach cut in."

Dean's eyes were blown open and Sam looked sick.

"Yeah, it wasn't a pleasant sight. It was rumoured that her dad did it."

"That's disgusting." Dean spoke up first, "How do you know that?"

"When I was in college, I took an AP history class and they taught us about serial killers." (Y/N) shrugged as (Y/P) sat up slowly, "Not a real big deal."

"Yeah, because teaching about serial killers to students is the best thing in the world."

"Shut up, Dean. You don't complain when it comes to helping deal with them."