Gift Fic
1.The first meeting.
Sam had just finished off a pack of Hellhounds and was heading back to his truck when they first met. He was so preoccupied with wiping the slime off his skin when a young blonde went flying into him and banged into his chest. By reflex alone Sam caught the women and stopped her from falling.
Parker stared at the man who had caught her and tilted her head slightly before reaching up and pressing her finger against his cheek, giving it a good poke. In her other hand she held the crystal she had been in the midst of stealing when she tripped. She secreted it away into her pocket as she continued to poke the man in the cheek.
Sam pulled away slightly at the incessant poking and once he was sure she was stable he released her and stood back, "are you okay?"
Parker smiled brightly and pulled her hand back, "your face feels funny"
Sam raised an eyebrow, "Did you hit your head?"
Parker shook her head, "your face is all slimy most people have soft ones, were you swimming in the lake?"
Sam vaguely remembered a lake on the map, "No. Is something wrong?"
Parker shrugged, bored of the conversation already. Dropping her bag she began to circle Sam and examine him, poking him in the back and shoulder as she looked.
Sam stood still, there was something wrong with her and he didn't want to risk upsetting her. Flinching with every poke he pulled away when her hands started to poke near certain parts, "as fun as this is, are you done?"
Parker nodded to herself and opened her mouth to speak but before she could say anything her pocket began to vibrate.
Sam watched as Parker answered the phone, trying to decide whether or not he should consider her a threat or not eventually settling on harmless but weird. He was about to offer her a ride, figuring it was safe when she said goodbye to 'Alec' and with a wave of her hand disappeared into the woods.
Sam stared after her for a few moments then shook his head; he wasn’t going to get involved.
2. Rex
After a long week of hunting Sam had pretty much forgotten all about Parker and their meeting, until he opened the front door to the house.
Sam froze completely as he stared at the forest that now occupied his front room, bag dropping to the floor as he began to twitch slightly. Assuming it was the work of a demon, he began to push through between the trees and bushes that now occupied his hallway, heading to the study where he assumed he could find a book to explain this. In the background he could hear Dean complaining but ignored it as he tried to push past some particularly tough vines.
With one last push he stumbled into the study and groaned as he noticed the room was also full of plants. He shook out of the shock and started making his way to the desk, only to stop when he found there was a clearing in the middle of the room, the desk residing in the middle and Parker sitting at it poking a bright red pot plant.
Sam gaped at the blonde for a few seconds before finding his voice, "Parker, what’s going on?"
Parker smiled brightly, having spotted him as soon as he entered the room, "I got you some plants. Everyone likes plants."
Sam gave the room a look over, "yeah, but most people don’t have this many"
Parker rolled her eyes slightly and shifted in her seat, "but if someone likes having one plant its only logical that more would make them even happier"
Sam closed his mouth and left the room, he could tell already there was no real point in arguing.
Parker watched him go and frowned, obviously he didn't like the plants. She gave the plant next to her, she had named it Rex, another poke and nodded to herself, a determined spark in her eye, she would just have to try again.
3.Scarf
Parker nodded as she listened to Alec, she had gone to him for advice on a gift for Sam. She had decided after the plant fiasco that it would be best to get some advice from a male and since Eliot was out of town she decided Alec would do. He had spent the last ten minutes rambling on about things but despite her only really listening to every other word she had decided on what to get him.
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Sam looked at Parker then back at the present and once again at Parker, "Is this what I think it is?"
Parker smiled, "its real don't worry, I stole it from the museum."
Sam looked back down at the gift gingerly, "And you got me this...why?"
"Alec kept going on about it"
Dean, who was sitting on the couch next to Sam laughed, "Well I think it suits you Sam"
Parker turned her attention to Dean and glared, "He's not supposed to wear it!"
"So you want me to put it in my wardrobe?"
Parker almost stomped her foot in frustration, "NO! You have to put it on display and look at it!"
Sam looked down at the present doubtfully, "Okay..."
Parker caught his look and for frowned, pouting slightly, "You don't like it!" Tears began to form in her eyes and her whole body slumped forward.
Sam almost leapt forward in his seat as he tried to stop her crying and appease her, "no, no. I love it, I'll put it next to my bed"
Ignoring Dean's sound of protest he continued, "I definitely won’t forget this"
Parker jumped in happiness and within seconds she was back to her normal self, she had never been more glad that Sophie had been giving her grifting lessons, "Great, but remember, It’s only polite to give a gift back"
And with that said she was gone and the Winchester brothers were alone staring at the empty space she had just occupied before turning back to the present still sitting on Sam's lap.
The two remained silent for a moment before Sam spoke up, "So what am I supposed to do with Doctor Who's scarf?"
4. Drinks
A month later they had gotten used to Parker and her strange gifts but their next one was what really got them, though it wasn’t till later they realised it was from her.
After a day of hunting down, and killing a Werewolf they had stumbled inside and immediately headed to the kitchen for a drink. Sam had just sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes when he heard his brother shout from the other room.
Senses still wound up from the battle Sam jumped up and raced to the kitchen only to find Dean perfectly fine staring at the fridge in horror.
Sam stopped in the doorway then slowly began approaching his brother, he had been in enough situations like this to be wary, "Dean, you okay?"
Dean turned his attention from the fridge for a few seconds then back to the fridge, "There’s no beer"
Sam hurried to join him at the fridge and peered inside at the fridge over the shorter man's shoulder, "that’s impossible, I just stocked it up yesterday"
Dean slammed the fridge shut and hurried from the room to the study with Sam in tow. Dean headed straight through the room to the drinks cabinet, his desperation for alcohol making him willing to risk the Bobby’s wrath.
Sam followed silently, not really paying attention until he heard another shriek of frustration. Sam caught up with Dean and couldn't believe his own eyes, the cabinet was completely empty.
Turning to each other they couldn't deny it any longer, someone had been in their home and for some reason stolen all the alcohol.
The two spent the next hour searching all their wards and door in a desperate attempt to find how the thief had broken in.
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On the other side of town Parker sat in her almost empty warehouse, a large pile of drinks opposite her. Parker glared at the drinks, "naughty drinks, trying to get Sam to drink you. Sam is not going to end up like Nathan.”
5.Number
The last gift came a month later. The two men had spent the last few weeks full of paranoia over the lack of gifts. After months of gifts the sudden absence was incredibly suspicious. They finally got their answer when they ran into Parker in a mall. Parker was sitting in a café with a dark skinned man who seemed deeply engrossed in his computer when they spotted her.
Parker spotted them almost immediately and leapt from her seat to greet them. The two brothers greeted her back with nervous smiles, expecting something to jump out of nowhere.
Parker grinned at them and dragged them over to meet Alec. Within a few minutes Dean and Sam began to relax, having found out that Parker and Alec were now dating, meaning Parker would probably leave them alone.
They had just finished their drinks when Parker leapt up to great another man who had just entered the café. Dean and Sam turned in their seats to greet the new member and could barely contain their smiles when they caught sight of the man.
By the time they had left the café they had received their last gift from Parker, Eliot’s phone number.