your superman tonight } { some things in life are bad, they can really make you mad
[justgonnaramble is used with permission and love and hasperkynipples and heartof_family are mine to use and abuse. No set place in the timeline, just-somewhere in there.]
“I can’t believe your brother just sold us out for a Twinkie.”
Sam grit his teeth as they sat in the cage, watching as the demons prepared the ritual around them. “He didn’t sell us out for a Twinkie.” He knew the look Paige was giving him. This was their first demon encounter after Dean had come back from being Michael’s meat suit, as well as Sam and Dean’s first hunt period. Needless to say, given the givens, it didn’t look like it was going well. But Sam and Dean had a plan.
At least, he thought they had a plan.
But that had been an hour ago, when the demons had offered that yellow, spongey bargaining chip, and Sam knew that Dean should have been back by now. He was going to stick to his guns, though. Dean would be coming back. He always came back. He didn’t just … abandon Sam to the wolves, no matter how much he may or may not like Paige. And sometimes that could be a pretty big may or may not.
There was a glowy flash of lights next to him, and Sam cringed as they bounced around the cage they were being held in, before reformulating as his girlfriend next to him again. He sighed again, before glancing over at her.
“Yeah. Because that worked the first five times you tried it.”
She smacked him on the shoulder. “Now is not the time to be sarcastic with me.”
Sam huffed, his eyes wandering out beyond the edge of the cage. He could see the demons setting up the altar for the ritual, and he knew that they were running out of time. Once the altar was completed, the ritual would start and Sam and Paige were as good as dead. His fingers tightened into fists, trying break the ropes binding his wrists again, but it was no use. The only one who was going to bail them out of this situation was Dean-and he was still nowhere to be found.
The demons were starting to approach them, getting ready to drag them out to the altar for the sacrifice, and Sam was just starting to think that they were very screwed, there was a familiar rumble coming from the side of the house. Sam stopped, his head tilting to the side as he listened for the sounds, and couldn’t help but grin as the Impala came blowing through the side of the house, right through the wall and into the demons, knocking them out of the way. The car was thrown into park, and Dean was poking out the driver’s side window, shotgun blazing, while Piper climbed out the other side and started blowing them up to vanquish them.
Once the smoke cleared, Dean moved to bust his brother and Paige out of the cage. “Took you long enough,” Sam muttered as Dean cut the ropes, and his brother just gave him a look.
“Hey. When the fancy teleporting witch is the one stuck in the cage, sometimes it takes a little longer for the cavalry to arrive.”
Sam smirked, before glancing back to Paige. “See? Told you he didn’t sell us out for a Twinkie.”
Paige just rolled her eyes. “If that’s so, where’s the Twinkie?”
Dean turned on her and gave her a look. “And waste a good Twinkie? Who do you think you’re talking to?”
Later that evening, Dean was going to find himself forced to do everything in reverse for eating said Twinkie, but that, unfortunately, is a whole other story.
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“I can’t believe your brother just sold us out for a Twinkie.”
Sam grit his teeth as they sat in the cage, watching as the demons prepared the ritual around them. “He didn’t sell us out for a Twinkie.” He knew the look Paige was giving him. This was their first demon encounter after Dean had come back from being Michael’s meat suit, as well as Sam and Dean’s first hunt period. Needless to say, given the givens, it didn’t look like it was going well. But Sam and Dean had a plan.
At least, he thought they had a plan.
But that had been an hour ago, when the demons had offered that yellow, spongey bargaining chip, and Sam knew that Dean should have been back by now. He was going to stick to his guns, though. Dean would be coming back. He always came back. He didn’t just … abandon Sam to the wolves, no matter how much he may or may not like Paige. And sometimes that could be a pretty big may or may not.
There was a glowy flash of lights next to him, and Sam cringed as they bounced around the cage they were being held in, before reformulating as his girlfriend next to him again. He sighed again, before glancing over at her.
“Yeah. Because that worked the first five times you tried it.”
She smacked him on the shoulder. “Now is not the time to be sarcastic with me.”
Sam huffed, his eyes wandering out beyond the edge of the cage. He could see the demons setting up the altar for the ritual, and he knew that they were running out of time. Once the altar was completed, the ritual would start and Sam and Paige were as good as dead. His fingers tightened into fists, trying break the ropes binding his wrists again, but it was no use. The only one who was going to bail them out of this situation was Dean-and he was still nowhere to be found.
The demons were starting to approach them, getting ready to drag them out to the altar for the sacrifice, and Sam was just starting to think that they were very screwed, there was a familiar rumble coming from the side of the house. Sam stopped, his head tilting to the side as he listened for the sounds, and couldn’t help but grin as the Impala came blowing through the side of the house, right through the wall and into the demons, knocking them out of the way. The car was thrown into park, and Dean was poking out the driver’s side window, shotgun blazing, while Piper climbed out the other side and started blowing them up to vanquish them.
Once the smoke cleared, Dean moved to bust his brother and Paige out of the cage. “Took you long enough,” Sam muttered as Dean cut the ropes, and his brother just gave him a look.
“Hey. When the fancy teleporting witch is the one stuck in the cage, sometimes it takes a little longer for the cavalry to arrive.”
Sam smirked, before glancing back to Paige. “See? Told you he didn’t sell us out for a Twinkie.”
Paige just rolled her eyes. “If that’s so, where’s the Twinkie?”
Dean turned on her and gave her a look. “And waste a good Twinkie? Who do you think you’re talking to?”
Later that evening, Dean was going to find himself forced to do everything in reverse for eating said Twinkie, but that, unfortunately, is a whole other story.
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