Monsters don’t lurk around on Halloween. So of course Dean takes the night off and goes where it is the hunter goes when he wants to get laid.
In a moment of bad judgment so does Sam. That’s how he ends up sneaking into the Halloween party across form his hotel, granted he doesn’t intend to go out and have sex (given how badly that always ends) he just thinks it would be nice to talk to someone who isn’t grieving from having their friend torn apart by werewolves. It isn’t exactly a well thought out costumes, he puts on a pair of black jeans and a black shirt, buying a hat and mask and because everyone is so drunk by the time he gets there they dub Sam a Zorro and that the end of it.
Sam’s enjoying a tiny vacation from his life, drinking punch that is way too strong but at least it’s free, when he feels a feather light touch on his arm. He turns to find a young woman grinning up at him from beneath a masquerade mask. Hair done up with feathers and jewels she’s clad in what could have been an authentic Victorian dress if it wasn’t cut and flaring out around her thighs. She squints up and him, eyes blurred by the wine in her hand, and leans against his chest, speaking words too softly to hear over the loud music. He excuses himself before it goes any further than that because frankly it’s in her best interests to not get involved with him.
But then a half hour later Sam has had too much to drink and she’s found her way back to him. Sam still can’t hear her over the music but luckily talking isn’t what was on her mind. He ends up with a lap full of stranger and red lipstick smeared across his face. As the others begin to clear out he grabs her hand and leads her across the street, fingers stumbling with the keys as he tries both to open the door and keep his hands on her. They manage to make it to the bed, which was actually quite remarkable because she would have been happy with the bushes by the party house. They’ve both ripped off their clothes and tossed them in every direction when Sam reaches behind his head to untie his mask.
“Leave it on.” She swats his hands away and there is a brief moment where his mind tries to tell him something but he’s too drunk to listen. It’s not having sex with masks on is the weirdest thing he’s ever done.
***
Keys jingle in the lock as Dean tries to make his way back inside the next morning. Sam only just manages to pull the blankets over their naked bodies a second before his brother bursts in with two coffees in hand. He takes one look at Sam and a wide, dopey, grin breaks out across his lips.
“Whoa.”
The sleeping girl next to him yawns as she wakes, stretching out her stuff muscles before she sits up, not bothering to pull the covers up with her.
“Whoa,” Dean repeats. Sam’s face burns with embarrassment but then he watches as Dean’s stupid grin suddenly drops. “Whoa.”
Sam’s head twists to the side and even he can’t help the startled look painted on his face when he sees his lady friend without her mask. “Bella?”
“Damn,” she curses and finally pulls the blankets over her naked chest.
“Oh god, this is the greatest day of my life,” Dean laughs and sets the cups down as his shaking hands start to spill it’s contents.
“Don’t think this makes up friends, Winchester.”
Dean doesn’t bother trying to hide that he stares at Bella the whole time she’s changing.
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Fill: (Team Castiel/Lucifer). Halloween
Date: 2013-11-30 11:57 pm (UTC)In a moment of bad judgment so does Sam. That’s how he ends up sneaking into the Halloween party across form his hotel, granted he doesn’t intend to go out and have sex (given how badly that always ends) he just thinks it would be nice to talk to someone who isn’t grieving from having their friend torn apart by werewolves. It isn’t exactly a well thought out costumes, he puts on a pair of black jeans and a black shirt, buying a hat and mask and because everyone is so drunk by the time he gets there they dub Sam a Zorro and that the end of it.
Sam’s enjoying a tiny vacation from his life, drinking punch that is way too strong but at least it’s free, when he feels a feather light touch on his arm. He turns to find a young woman grinning up at him from beneath a masquerade mask. Hair done up with feathers and jewels she’s clad in what could have been an authentic Victorian dress if it wasn’t cut and flaring out around her thighs. She squints up and him, eyes blurred by the wine in her hand, and leans against his chest, speaking words too softly to hear over the loud music. He excuses himself before it goes any further than that because frankly it’s in her best interests to not get involved with him.
But then a half hour later Sam has had too much to drink and she’s found her way back to him. Sam still can’t hear her over the music but luckily talking isn’t what was on her mind. He ends up with a lap full of stranger and red lipstick smeared across his face. As the others begin to clear out he grabs her hand and leads her across the street, fingers stumbling with the keys as he tries both to open the door and keep his hands on her. They manage to make it to the bed, which was actually quite remarkable because she would have been happy with the bushes by the party house. They’ve both ripped off their clothes and tossed them in every direction when Sam reaches behind his head to untie his mask.
“Leave it on.” She swats his hands away and there is a brief moment where his mind tries to tell him something but he’s too drunk to listen. It’s not having sex with masks on is the weirdest thing he’s ever done.
***
Keys jingle in the lock as Dean tries to make his way back inside the next morning. Sam only just manages to pull the blankets over their naked bodies a second before his brother bursts in with two coffees in hand. He takes one look at Sam and a wide, dopey, grin breaks out across his lips.
“Whoa.”
The sleeping girl next to him yawns as she wakes, stretching out her stuff muscles before she sits up, not bothering to pull the covers up with her.
“Whoa,” Dean repeats. Sam’s face burns with embarrassment but then he watches as Dean’s stupid grin suddenly drops. “Whoa.”
Sam’s head twists to the side and even he can’t help the startled look painted on his face when he sees his lady friend without her mask. “Bella?”
“Damn,” she curses and finally pulls the blankets over her naked chest.
“Oh god, this is the greatest day of my life,” Dean laughs and sets the cups down as his shaking hands start to spill it’s contents.
“Don’t think this makes up friends, Winchester.”
Dean doesn’t bother trying to hide that he stares at Bella the whole time she’s changing.
Sam hates Halloween.