One For The Memory, Two For The Pain (Preview)

"I told you he'd start to suspect something." The blonde stretched his legs out in front of him, eyes on the giants' kneeling form as he dug through the closet.

"Oh, well, good for you," Sam continued flinging clothes behind him, getting increasingly desperate the deeper he dug, "C'mon, it's gotta be in here somewhere."

Lucifer peered over the edge of the bed, "What are you even looking for?"

"My contacts," he reached the back wall of the closet, face falling, "They're not here."

"Contacts?" Lucifer sat up, tilting his head slightly in curiosity, "Since when do you wear contacts?"

Sam huffed, spinning away from the closet on his knees, scanning the room, "I don't. I bought them after the last time they'd...." he let his voice trail off as his eyes landed on the dresser, maybe I moved them? He got up and made his way over to it, pulling out one of the drawers, beginning to dig through it.

"You're worried your eyes will change?" Lucifer moved to sit on the edge of the bed frame, eyes wide, "How much have you been drinking?"

Sam shot a look over his shoulder, "What? No. Not that much. Shut up," he turned back to the dresser, beginning his assault on the next drawer.

"Then why do you need them?"

"Hey, Sam," Dean's voice made the giant jump, and his head whipped up to face the open door. The blonde surveyed the clothes strewn about the floor, and the open closet doors before his eyes landed on his brother, hunched over the dresser, fistfuls of clothing in both hands, "... You lose something?"

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