"We should probably do that research now," I say to Dean while attempting to find my bra "Looking for this?" Dean asks holding it up, I tilt my head "I'm not falling for that trap for a second time, Sam's going to start getting suspicious" I say grabbing a shirt and putting it on without it, I finish getting dressed and Dean does too. I sit in front of the computer and start researching, Dean is standing behind me massaging my shoulders "Is this her?" I ask Dean who has seen her before he came after me earlier "Yup that's her" Dean says, he leans down and kisses my shoulder "Dean?" I say trying to keep my own heat from overwhelming
"Sit down you're driving me fucking crazy" I groan, he stops and sits down next to me. He grabs the laptop from me "I'll do this one" He says, I nod "beer?" I offer "Um yeah" Dean replies, I bring over the beer and stand behind him while he does he research. I smirk and start kissing his neck and shoulder from behind "You really have to stop that" Dean whispers "mhm" I say against his skin, and he erupts with goosebumps and I pull away, sitting next to him. I open up our beers "Anything?" I ask, he looks at me "yeah" he replies "So?" I ask "So I need you to put on that bra or I will not be able to focus" Dean replies, I laugh at him but do it anyways. I grab the laptop back from him and start researching
"Call Sam, I got everything we need" I speak up. Dean calls Sam and put it on speaker "Hey" Sam replies "Hey stalker" I say "Oh let me guess, you're You're lurkin' outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?" Dean asks "No" Sam lies, Dean and I let him give us an honest answer "Yes" He replies "You guys took a very long time to call back, did you find anything?" Sam asks "Yes, Dean figured out a new level of jerk" I joke, Dean, rolls his eyes "Anything productive?" Sam asks "Sorry, man, she checks out. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. I even pulled up her high school photo. Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?" Dean replies
"What about the symbol? Any luck?" Sam asks ignoring Dean's comment "Yeah we did, it's Zoroastrian. Very old, going back around two thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva" I reply "What's a Daeva?" Sam asks "It translates to "demon of darkness". Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes—kind of like, uh, demonic pit bulls." Dean replies "How'd you figure that out" Sam asks Dean "Give me some credit, man. You don't have a corner on paper chasin' around here" Dean replies, I can't help but smile "Oh, yeah? Name the last book you read." Sam asks, Dean doesn't reply
"Did Reggie do all the work?" Sam asks "Yeah well you know how she is, loves to be on top of everything" Dean replies with a wry smile on his face "That she does" Sam replies, I cover my red face at Sam's innocence while trying not to laugh "Sammy, if you want this girl you just have to go over and ask her out, you're allowed to have fun" I say "Can we focus? On the Dave's please" Sam asks "here's the thing—these Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." Dean says "So, someone's controlling it?" Sam asks " Yeah, that's what I'm sayin'. And, from what I gather, it's pretty risky business, too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos." Dean replies
"So what do they look like?" Sam asks "Nobody knows, nobody has seen them for years. This is someone who really knows their shit Sammy, this thing is ancient so" I begin "I think we've got a major player in town. Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?" Dean says, I laugh "bite me" Sam complains "No, bite her" Dean begins "Oh yes do, girls love that" I say, Sam hangs up and Dean and I just laugh at him "Now he needs a hookup, he's about to crawl up the walls" I say still unable to control my laughter "So you like to get bitten?" Dean asks I slap him
"Stop distracting me Dean. I need you to use that favour with Sergeant Sagittarius, we're clearly missing something" I say "Really?" Dean pouts, I climb onto his lap facing him and hand him the phone "Yes really" I say "Fine"
Cut to a few hours later, Dean and I are have gone to the police station to collect some extra records from the victim and are now sitting on the couch waiting for Sam, the door opens and we get up "We have to talk" We say in unison, the three of us frown. Sam and Dean take a seat at the table and I go to grab us a few beers, I hand them one each and sit down on the third chair "It's Meg, she's summoning the Daeva" Sam says, Dean and I share a look "Looks like she was using an altar to control the thing. She was talking to this bowl, The way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone." Sam explains
"Who was she talking to? The Daeva?" I ask bringing the bottle to my lips "No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone who's comin' to that warehouse" Sam continues, Dean and I share a look "What is it?" Sam asks "Holy Crap" Dean says "What?" Sam asks again "What I was gonna tell you earlier—I pulled a favor with my –" He begins and clears his throat when I raise an eyebrow "– friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims—we missed something the first time." Dean explains "What was it?" Sam asks, I go over to the records and bring them over for Sam to look through
" The first victim, the old man—he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born." Dean says pointing at the record "Lawrence, Kansas" Sam repeats "Yeah, now look at this" I say getting the second record and showing it to me "Turns out that Meredith was adopted. Now guess where she was born" I say with a small smile "Holy Crap" Sam repeats "Yup" Dean and I reply "I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?" Sam asks "It think it's a definite possibility" Dean replies
"But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Sam says confused "Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation." Dean replies "No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've gotta see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her." Sam says "I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone." Dean replies
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My Best Friends Brother // Supernatural
FanfictionBeing Sam Winchesters oldest friend must've been one of the best things to have happened to me, growing up together, going to school together, then off to college we went. Practically inseparable. Growing up we only had two rules, never lie or keep...
