Supernatural

YOU WON!
Just two words on paper, nothing else. Dean didn't like Laila, and Sam felt fed up with him and said something he regrets. "If you can't at least try to know my daughter before you judge her then leave." So, yeah he won the fight but for what price.
He wasn't surprised to find Laila in the library. "He left, didn't he?" Sam just nod. They spend the whole afternoon teaching her how to play chess. Because his daughter is very smart, he found out that she beat him very soon, and he didn't mind it at all.

"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.

Sam už prokopal celou knihovnu v bunkru a že ta byla pořádně obsáhlá. Nikde nic, ani jedna stránka natož celá kniha na téma které potřeboval. To je tak když potřebujete vědět něco o čem asi žádný člověk nikdy nepřemýšlel.
Věděl, že existují Nefilim, poloviční anděl zrozený z lidské ženy. Ale jak to funguje obráceně? To nikoho nikdy nenapadlo, že by se anděl mohl nechat zbouchnout? Asi nikdy nepotkali Gabriela.
Sam si povzdechl a rozhodl se, že nejjednodušší bude se zeptat přímo u andělského zdroje, ale doufal, že s Castielem by ten rozhovor mohl být méně trapný. Jak jen se spletl...

"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.

"Ok, I think we need to recapitulate these shitty months. You find out that I'm in a relationship with Gabriel. Yes Dean, relationship not just a sex! And you decided that you know better what I need. So you disappeared for 3 bloody months, captured Gabriel in holy oil and threatened him because you just couldn't stomach that I'm happy with an archangel?! Did I forget something? Oh no, not me, you forgot Dean... I'm not a kid Dean, I can make my own decisions!"
With that Sam just left Dean in the kitchen and walked out of the bunker.

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 knocked on Dean's door.
"If you want to enter you have to tell me the password, Sammy."
Sam just raised his eyebrows.
"A password? What are you, Dean? Ten?"
"So it's only you, who can be childish?"
"What are you talking about? Can we just talk like two adults? Please, Dean!"
"Now you want to talk? Now!? Maybe you could try it months ago? Before you started to sneak out of bunker every night... you thought I'm not gonna find out, that you are fucking that pipsqueak?"
Sam is watching the door in horror, this is really not good.

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.

Sam had for a change a nice and peaceful dream. But suddenly there was a weird shouting and bouncing on his bed. "Wake up! Wake up, daddy!" The last word made him spring out of the bed. Daddy? Who the hell is a daddy?
There was a little girl, she couldn't be older than three. Her eyes were golden and she was looking at him in the way only little kids can do... with pure joy shining in her eyes.
There was only one person who could know what the hell is happening. "Gabrieeeel! Get your feathery ass here, now!"

„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.