Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Djinn

A/N - all of the Supernatural fans are about to come out of the woodwork

Background Info - Historical Appearance, Alex's brother was killed by an angry spirit, John's family are hunters and his mom was killed in action.

John's POV

   "A Djinn?" I asked. "Are you sure?"
   "Yeah!" Alex chirped through the phone.
   "Ok? What the hell is a Gin?"
   "Djinn."
   "SAME DIFFERENCE!" I huffed and tried to get comfortable in the stupid motel bed. "What does it do?"
   "It grants wishes." Alex drawled.
   "Like...'you could get your family back' wishes?" I bit my lip and mentally kicked myself for saying that as Alex sighed.
   "Sort of." Alex lost his family piece by piece over the years and his cousin was the last to go. It's the reason he started hunting. "They put you in this kind of catatonic state and draw out your wildest dreams. So yes. I could have my family and anything I've ever wanted but not without dying in a couple days."
   "Oh. So..."
   "Silver knife dipped in lamb's blood."
   "You read my mind." 
   "Well...I am your best friend. It's kind of my job." He grinned.
   "Ok. I'll see you in a bit?"
   "Yeah, I'm heading out to the car now."
   "Watch yourself."
   "I'm not stupid." He hung up and I sighed. I turned on the tv and watched cartoons until I heard the familiar crank of Alex opening the car door. I grinned and looked up when he opened the door. He looked at the tv then at me and back again. "Are you watching The Flintstones?"
   "Yes. Yes I am." I grinned, Alex sighed and dropped his books on the small table in the corner.
   "Scoot over dork." He grabbed one of the books and laid next to me. He laid his head in my shoulder and I wrapped an arm around his waist.
   "So-"
   "I don't know where it is. That's what I'm trying to figure out." I snuggled with Alex and watched stupid cartoons. No, Alex and I are not dating. I'm in love with him though. His cute curly red hair and adorable freckles dotting his tan skin. His silly pointed nose and gorgeous violet eyes. He's a head shorter than me but a tiny gremlin. He wears oversized sweaters and ripped jeans.

   "Ruins." Alex mumbled, he fished his laptop out from the blankets and started typing. "Only one place in town that fits that description." Alex grinned and turned the laptop toward me. "Abandoned warehouse on fifth."
   "Bad guys and warehouses, ship or skip?" I joked, Alex laughed and checked the time.
   "Let's get some sleep and we'll go tomorrow." Alex jumped up and pulled his sweater off to expose his sports bra. Did I tell you my baby is trans? I find it adorable. I'm gay and Alex is the only person who can make the female body appealing to me. He sighed and started digging around his bag.
   "What are you looking for?"
   "A new bra." He mumbled, I hopped up and threw my shirt off. I pulled my pants off and laid back down. "Dude!"
   "What?"
   "Change your boxers. Gross."
   "Lexi, your female is showing." Alex stuck his tongue out at me and I giggled.
   "Sorry for having standards for the man I share a bed with." Alex laughed, we get rooms with one bed because it's cheaper and we don't mind. I laughed and pulled my boxers off. We don't have a problem with each other's bodies. I still blush when ever Alex comes out of the shower but it's because his body is...damn. He's toned and actually pretty strong for his tiny, petite frame. He has small shoulders and a nice hips. He has curves and he hates them, I love them. He has small breasts and slim thighs. His body is beautiful but he can't see that.
   "Why don't I just not wear boxers?" I grinned.
   "Yeah, and I won't wear a bra." Alex chuckled.
   "Really?"
   "No!" A fresh pair of boxers hit my face and I scoffed.
   "A guy can only dream." I sighed, Alex glared at me and I giggled.
   "I thought you were gay."
   "I am. You're a boy, remember?" Alex grabbed a new sports bra and sighed at his reflection. I wrapped my arms around his waist and smiled. "Alexander." I beamed.
   "Alexandra." He muttered, a tear slipped down his rosy freckled cheek and I wiped it away.
   "What do I tell you?" I hummed, Alex sighed and sniffed.
   "It's not what's right here-" he pointed to his breasts. "-or down here." He pointed to his vagina. "It matters what's up here-" he pointed to his forehead. "-and if up here is a boy then I'm a boy."
   "Good." I kissed his cheek and scooped him up, laying him down.
   "No, wait! I still have to-"
   "Just go without."
   "Oh, yeah. Sure, you predator." He mumbled, I laughed and squeezed his hips.
   "I'm not being predatory."
   "John-"
   "Just one night?" I held up one finger and pouted. Alex groaned and I made my puppy face. "Pwease?"
   "You're lucky you're cute." Alex muttered. "Fine."
   "Yay!" I giggled, he pulled off his sports bra and pushed down his jeans. I helped him get out of his clothes and he tugged on the hem of my boxers.
   "Your turn." I groaned and pulled my boxers off. Alex laughed and settled down. I pulled the  blankets tight around him and wrapped my arms around his waist.