What's for Dinner? 1/?
Chapter 1
"I'm done with the order." Nick came out of the back room of Inquiring Minds with a package in hand. He didn't know what fairy bones and goofer dust had to to with each other but he made a mental note to check that out later. You never knew when it might come in handy. Maybe he should use it as an excuse to drop by at Bobby's tomorrow. If he had time for that. He hoped he won't have the time but so far he hadn't heard from Sam and Dean.
"Is this everything for today?" Nick asked with a look around the dim bookstore.
Adela who was busy restocking the shelves looked up for a moment. It had been a quiet day with only a few customers so they'd spent most of the time with restocking books and sorting through the ingredients Adela kept in the back room, throwing out the spoiled stuff and making a list of things they were running low on.
Those were the days Nick liked the most, just him and Adela and a million questions. He still had quite some things to learn about the supernatural world but Adela was a willing source of knowledge and didn't mind explaining stuff to him. Secretly she loved her role as a teacher, Nick was sure of that. Not that she'd ever admit it. In that point she and Bobby were pretty much alike but they were great teachers.
"Would you drop it off at the post office on your way home?" Adela asked. "I promised Steve to get his things on the way as soon as possible."
"Sure thing." Nick grabbed his jacket and couldn't hide his smile. Friday evening and he was looking forward to the weekend.
"Are Sam and Dean coming home?" Adela asked when she noticed his dreamy smile.
"They said they'd try to make it." He was kinda hoping for a long weekend with lots of sex but with the Winchesters he never knew if they'd really make it by the time they'd said they'd come home. With any luck they would arrive later today or early in the morning but he didn't know. Which made it even more exciting.
"Tell them I expect a visit." Adela reminded him to which Nick groaned.
"You want them to visit, Bobby wants them to visit." He counted on his fingers with a whiny tone. "I want them for myself. I don't like sharing."
"Says the right one." Adela rolled her eyes in a good manner.
They hadn't come out to her officially but after the succubus who had almost all the men in town under her control, forcing them to call Nick and the Winchesters out on their three-way partly incestuous relationship at any given chance, she kinda knew. But she didn't seem to mind.
Adela had never said something directly to one of them and she'd still given Nick the promised job and all in all she was on a not my business policy with which all of them could live.
It didn't keep her from teasing them now and then, though.
Nick wished Adela a good night and left the bookstore.
The post office was nearly empty, most people were already at home having dinner at this time, and Nick stopped for a little chat with Anne who stood behind the counter and was glad for a little distraction on a slow day.
"You're early." She observed and took the package from his hands. "Lazy day in the bookstore, too?"
"It's the weather." Nick shook rain drops out of his hair. "Too cold and wet, no one in their right mind leaves the house in this weather."
"You're out there." She observed with a smile.
"I never claimed to be in my right mind." Nick answered easily.
Three month ago Nick had doubted he could socialize ever again and now he had a little chat with Anne every other day and with the waitresses at the diner he frequently went to and with a few other people. He wouldn't call them friends, just people he came across regularly. They asked "How are you?" and they talked about the weather and sports. They recognized him and some even knew his name. It was a good feeling.
Nick payed for the package, wished Anne a good evening and left the post office. The cold wind hit him in the face and he hurried to get out of the this weather. His place wasn't far and even if it wasn't big, it was his. Payed from his money, earned with honest work at the bookstore.
Hands deep in his pockets and head ducked against the rain Nick thought about the things they would do over the weekend if Sam and Dean managed to show up like they'd promised. Nick knew things could come up every second in their line of work so he wouldn't hold them to their promise, which was the only reason Dean was willing to give promises like this in the first place, but he still hoped they'd make it.
Sam and Dean were on the road again, hunting every supernatural fucker they could find, but they called almost every day and more often than not it ended with hot phone sex. Or with experimenting what they could do via the cameras of their laptops. Sam and Dean loved to watch Nick doing what they ordered him to do and Nick loved to watch them fucking each other. The only thing better was having them in his bed for real.
Nick turned around the last corner, his apartment warm and comfy just a few yards away, but stopped dead when he spotted the Impala in front of his place. His heart made a jump.
They're here.
Chapter 2
Masterpost