Tell me, what makes you so special.

[Set in canonish. wentdwnthatroad used with love to make up for the prompt of lame. (Dean’s opinion, not mine.)]

Dad had told them to go occupy themselves.

He gave them money to get ice cream from the ice cream truck, and told them to go out and play on their own. At eight years-old, Dean had better things to do than babysit Sammy, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He was stuck while Dad was off doing whatever it was he was doing, and he wasn’t fond of it. Plus, with Sammy around, he had less money for ice cream so he was stuck with a stupid popsicle instead of the ice cream fudge bar.

Lame.

They had returned to Pastor Jim’s after getting the ice cream, and Sammy was starting to get sticky from his, but Dad wasn’t done yet. He had tossed the bag of toys and books that they kept for car rides at the boys, and told them to head outside, leaving them alone again. Dean was really starting to get sick of babysitting Sammy.

“Vrrrrrr vrrrrrrroooooom vrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooom,” Sam said to himself, staying sprawled on top of one of the sturdier card tables that one of the church ladies left out near the side of the road. He had pouted his way into getting a second turn with the Matchbox cars, which left Dean with the legal pad and the markers. He was drumming along to one of Dad’s songs on the edge of the pad, before glancing around to the different people that were in the area.

School was out so there were a few kids out along the street with lemonade and all different kinds of stuff. There were a few yard sales, where people were coming over and walking away with stuff that they had paid for. Apparently, if you put stuff up for sale on the side of the road, people were willing to pay a lot of money for it, and fast. Each item, had its own kind of price tag and sign. He considered for a moment, before starting to write in big letters across the front of the paper.

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[Set in All Jacked Up. Ruby is bloodinmyear and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Dean/Ruby future fic with the prompt “underneath.” Sam is likely_evil and also used with permission and love even if his brother doesn’t treat him as such.]

“So I’m not gonna make it back.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the phone. Dean could hear his brother taking a slow breath on the other end of the line, almost as though Sam was trying not to get pissed off. “Dude. Where could you possibly be right now?”

“Out, Sam,” he sighed, looking out the window. “I’m out. And if you’re looking at what I’m looking at right now, you know there’s no point in me heading out into the snow to head home. I’m so not risking my car on the roads.”

“What about Lana, Dean? What about—?”

“Lana would rather have you paying attention to her than me and you know it.”

Another pause. “Dean—”

“Sammy, you know as well as I do that you would rather be taking care of her anyway. It’s pretty damn obvious that you’re warm for her form.”

“Shut up.” Sam let out a slow sigh. “Just make sure you get back here in the morning.”

“I will,” Dean nodded. “Call me if there’s some kind of emergency.”

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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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