Supernatural

"No tak, Sammy, neber si to tak, najdem packu a všechno bude v pohodě."
Odpovědí mu byl jen Samův typický bitch face.
"Hele, sedneš si tady do toho pokoje, pěkně uprostřed, hlavně na nic nešahej! Co se může stát? Jakmile to vyřídim, pošlem celýho králíka do horoucích pekel."
Sam osaměl.
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Jasně, že když se Dean vrátil, pokoj byl napůl vypálenej a Sam připoutanej k židli s Kubrikovou pistolí mezi očima. Ale Dean tu králičí packu opravdu získal. No tak to vypadá, že se blýská na lepší časy. Teda pokud Sam nestihne umřít dřív, než provedou zneškodňující rituál. Pohoda. Žádnej stres.

Sam was drinking something that looked like a coffee. "Morning Sumshine, you looked that you didn't have too much sleep. What is bothering you? Something I can help with?"
Sam looked at his archangel and with a straight face asked. "Why did you choose me? Why are you with me?"
Gabriel's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? You're a keeper Samkins, I hit the bloody jackpot with you. If I'm not gonna count that you are tall, handsome and charming? You're smart, loyal and ready to take a bullet for me... And did I mention that you are sexy as hell?"

Sam(carefully): Dean why is it so dark here?
[few quiet seconds]
Sam (little bit scared): Dean this is not funny, where are you? I can't see anything in this pitch black.
[still no sound]
[sound of careful steps, opening a drawer, rattle noise]
Sam (angrily): Come on work you trash flashlight...
[more rattling, more angry noises]
[victory sigh followed by muffled screach]
Dean (dangerously): Hello Sammy, we need to talk.
[sound of steps, pulling the chair, somebody sitting down]
Sam (frustrated): Dean we talk about it many times.
Dean (angrily): You ate my cherry pie, I know it was you!

Dean was miserable, you could even say he hit the rock bottom of his feelings.
The hunter was sitting in the pub and drinking away the betrayal. He tried to hit on everything in skirts and he wasn't perfectly sure it was every time a woman.
But what he could do? His little brother didn't need him anymore, he had that feathered shorty and daughter. It wasn't true he didn't like her, but she was taking his place.
After a week of drinking and waking up on the floors, he came to the solution. He was the complete idiot here.

"She needs to go to school, Gabriel!"
"Oh yeah? And how do you think it's gonna look like? She is a half angel, she is growing differently. What are you gonna tell them when she starts in year one but then jumps straight in year five? There is no way how to cover it, Sammy."
"But she can't stay here in the bunker just with us, that's not healthy. She needs people in her own age."
"Sammy, Sammy... one more time, she is not a human. She doesn't have the same needs. But if you insist we can try something."

"Crowley... what an honour?" Said very sarcastically Sam, eating his salad in dinner. "Couldn't you send a text or call first?"
"Sorry moose, you know I prefer to see on my own what's the big fuss about. So, where is it? My contact wasn't specific enough for me to know if it's girl or boy. He had just the right amount of time to tell me that there is a child with you and it looks rather similar to you. So, don't let me wait, you know I'm not patient."
Sam was happy that he left Laila in the bunker.

"We need to talk..."
Gabriel didn't respond, just snapped his fingers and materialized a comfortable sofa. Afterwards, the archangel patiently waited for his lover to put his mind together, he knew better than push it.
"I need more Gabriel, not that I don't like this, but I need more. And we need to tell Dean. I'm sorry but sex is not enough for me anymore."
Gabriel just nods his head. "Tomorrow, here, at noon... I'm taking you on a proper date."
Sam was shocked, he was worried that he's gonna lose Gabriel for pushing him with ultimatums, but it worked.

In the basement of an old and murky house was one angry man with matches.
He was repeating some kind of incantation over and over. Suddenly there was a somebody with him in the room and he didn't hesitate and throw the lit match in a holy oil.
"Hello Dean-o, ouch, why..."
"Cut it off Gabriel, you have only one option here, leave my little brother alone and I'm gonna let you go."
"Well, I can't exactly say no to this, can I? But don't forget that your brother can make his own decisions even if you don't like it..."

Sam was in the bunker, sitting behind a desk full of books and empty cups. No plates, just cups. There was no time for food, just for coffee.
He was alone and despread. Dean disappeared, and Sam couldn't find out any clues. There was nobody who could help him.
He closed another book and another. Then he just broke down, screaming and throwing books around the room.
He needs something, a miracle or a hero... But there was no more miracles and no more heroes. So he has to make the last miracle and become the last hero he needs.

„Právě jsem dal baby opravit, umýt a vyleštit, tak se opovaž na ní zase hodit vlkodlaka!“

Sam si povzdechl a otočil se na svého bratra řídícího impalu: „Deane, mohl jsem umřít. Navíc, je to jenom auto…“ Zarazil ho Deanův rozzlobený pohled.

„Jak můžeš?! Impala je dokonalá! Jako královna silnic!“

Na tenhle rozhovor si oba vzpomněli při nemilém střetu, kdy se impala v kritické situaci záhadně rozjela a srazila upíra, co se chystal přeměnit Sama.

Dean o tom nepřestal básnit ještě měsíc a Sam radši s úsměvem pomlčel o tom, že jeho bratr nestačil svojí baby v bojovém adrenalinu pořádně zaparkovat.

"Stop shouting Dean, it's just a car! If we can't find it, we can replace it."
Dean took a breath so deep it looked like he's going to explode.
"Just a car? Just... Let me tell you something, she's not just a car! She is Chevy Impala 1967, she is black, she is beautiful, she is Queen of the roads and she is MY Baby. We grow up in her and you have the nerves to tell me she is just a car?"
Sam knew he screwed up and that Dean is not going to stop till they'll find her.

Jako již mnohokrát se plížil chodbami. Doufaje, že jeho bratr toho vypil dost aby se jen tak nevzbudil. K jeho překvapení mu to zase prošlo a po chvíli došel na mýtinu uprostřed lesa, který sousedil s jejich domovem. Přesvědčil se, že je sám a usedl do stínu kam měsíční svit nedosahoval a přemýšlel proč tohle vlastně dělá. Když se však před ním objevila postava se sarkastickým úsměvem, která jej během chvíle povalila do listí a přisála se k jeho rtům, všechny pochybnosti byly v tu ránu pryč a jen doufal, že ještě dlouho budou jen stromy němými svědky jeho pobláznění.