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hasperkynipples) wrote2008-11-26 09:46 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote2008-11-26 09:46 pm
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[Fiction] Undercover
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absit_omens used with permission. It had to be done.]
“We are going to the special hell.”
“Already been, sweetheart,” Dean joked as he and Anna sat outside the priest’s office. “It ain’t that special.”
Anna rolled her eyes slightly, before leaning back against the bench. The spirit in question had been picking off soon-to-be married couples and for some reason, all the couples seemed to be coming back here, to this priest in this parish, to prepare for the wedding. So, in order to get the inside information as to what exactly this priest could be wielding that was bringing the wrath of this spirit, Dean and Anna were posing as a soon to be married couple. Which lead to the two of them, sitting in the vestibule of the church, waiting for the priest to show up and start the charade.
“I’m surprised we haven’t been struck by lightening yet,” she sighed, leaning back against the chair. Dean’s eyes narrowed slightly, before turning to look at her.
“For impersonating an engaged couple?”
“For impersonating an engaged couple in a church.”
Dean rolled his eyes at that, before smirking. “Would you rather it be Sam and Ruby? Because I have a feeling that would go over real well.” Dean also had a very strong feeling that if Ruby walked into a church, she would get struck by lightening.
Actually, he’d really love to see that.
Dean shook the image out of his head before turning back to her. “I doubt the heavenly father cares whether or not we’re impersonating in an engaged couple if we’re not planning to actually go through with it. Besides—” he smirked at her. “—it’s not like we don’t already live like a married couple anyway.”
Anna smacked him on the shoulder at that. “It’s just the principle of it. We’re in a church. This isn’t where you should be lying.”
“People lie to themselves in churches all the time.”
“Dean.”
“It’s the truth!”
“It’s besides the—” Anna’s voice cut off when Dean’s head turned away from her, gesturing for her to be quiet as he listened for a moment when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, recognizing the subtle squeak of the priest’s shoes. “—Dean, what the—”
He cut her off again, leaning in to kiss her gently. She fought back against him a little at first, before leaning in to the kiss and cupping his face with one hand lightly. He continued the kiss until he heard the shoes come to a stop and someone clear their throat next to them.
“Can I help you two?” A friendly looking older man in a roman collar was standing next to them, looking rather amused.
Dean turned back to him with a grin. “Sorry—I just can’t keep my hands off her.”
He could feel the glare Anna was shooting him, before she turned back to the priest. “We’re the Van Halens—your two o’clock.”
“Oh, of course,” the priest said, before pushing the door to his office open. “C’mon in.”
Dean and Anna both flashed the man a smile, before pushing themselves to their feet and making their way into the room. “I’m going to kill you,” Anna muttered through her teeth.”
“Wait till we get outside, honey—bad luck to kill people in a church.”
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absit_omens used with permission. It had to be done.]“We are going to the special hell.”
“Already been, sweetheart,” Dean joked as he and Anna sat outside the priest’s office. “It ain’t that special.”
Anna rolled her eyes slightly, before leaning back against the bench. The spirit in question had been picking off soon-to-be married couples and for some reason, all the couples seemed to be coming back here, to this priest in this parish, to prepare for the wedding. So, in order to get the inside information as to what exactly this priest could be wielding that was bringing the wrath of this spirit, Dean and Anna were posing as a soon to be married couple. Which lead to the two of them, sitting in the vestibule of the church, waiting for the priest to show up and start the charade.
“I’m surprised we haven’t been struck by lightening yet,” she sighed, leaning back against the chair. Dean’s eyes narrowed slightly, before turning to look at her.
“For impersonating an engaged couple?”
“For impersonating an engaged couple in a church.”
Dean rolled his eyes at that, before smirking. “Would you rather it be Sam and Ruby? Because I have a feeling that would go over real well.” Dean also had a very strong feeling that if Ruby walked into a church, she would get struck by lightening.
Actually, he’d really love to see that.
Dean shook the image out of his head before turning back to her. “I doubt the heavenly father cares whether or not we’re impersonating in an engaged couple if we’re not planning to actually go through with it. Besides—” he smirked at her. “—it’s not like we don’t already live like a married couple anyway.”
Anna smacked him on the shoulder at that. “It’s just the principle of it. We’re in a church. This isn’t where you should be lying.”
“People lie to themselves in churches all the time.”
“Dean.”
“It’s the truth!”
“It’s besides the—” Anna’s voice cut off when Dean’s head turned away from her, gesturing for her to be quiet as he listened for a moment when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, recognizing the subtle squeak of the priest’s shoes. “—Dean, what the—”
He cut her off again, leaning in to kiss her gently. She fought back against him a little at first, before leaning in to the kiss and cupping his face with one hand lightly. He continued the kiss until he heard the shoes come to a stop and someone clear their throat next to them.
“Can I help you two?” A friendly looking older man in a roman collar was standing next to them, looking rather amused.
Dean turned back to him with a grin. “Sorry—I just can’t keep my hands off her.”
He could feel the glare Anna was shooting him, before she turned back to the priest. “We’re the Van Halens—your two o’clock.”
“Oh, of course,” the priest said, before pushing the door to his office open. “C’mon in.”
Dean and Anna both flashed the man a smile, before pushing themselves to their feet and making their way into the room. “I’m going to kill you,” Anna muttered through her teeth.”
“Wait till we get outside, honey—bad luck to kill people in a church.”
548 words