![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Title: Viva Las Vegas
Fandom: Supernatural
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
digital_opium
Rating: R
WARNING: References to incest
Author's Note: Written formaygra's Supernatural Pop Song Fic Challenge. Song title and lyrics below the second cut.
Summary: The tired old "Aliens Ghosts made us do it" cliché.
Word Count: 1822, not counting song title.
Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural, nor the Brothers Winchester belong to me. I just like playing with other people's toys.
It wasn’t even just a job. It was supposed to be a vacation.
Dean shifted slightly under Sam and tried to figure out when, exactly, a working vacation had turned into hot monkey sex with his brother.
“How did we get here again?” Sam raised his head, looking down at his brother.
“The ghosts made us do it.” It could have easily ranked at the top of the list as the strangest thing Dean had ever said. He propped a hand behind his head, looking up into Sam’s eyes. “You see, it started like this…”
~*~*~*~*~
Sam grabbed Dean’s arm, pulling him back. “Stop. Something’s not right.”
“Whatever you say, Edgar Cayce.” He shrugged off Sam’s arm and walked further into the chapel. “It’s a wedding chapel, Sam. Religious place.” Dean glanced around at the cheap wallpaper. “Tacky, but still religious. No demons here.”
Sam let him go, eyes glazing as an image blurred over the rundown view in front of him.
He smiled at her, fingers reaching to fold back the cheap bit of lace they’d laughingly decided on for a veil. It wasn’t the wedding they’d pictured, but it was the wedding they had, and they would be happy, no matter what their parents said.
“You may kiss your bride,” said the smiling Elvis.
He didn’t have to be told twice.
“Sam, what the hell?” Dean was brushing his fingers over his lips and staring at Sam.
“I… it was a vision.” He had no idea when he’d pulled Dean into his arms, nor when the vision had left and it was just him… kissing Dean. “I told you something wasn’t right in here.”
Dean gave Sam a push. “Don’t blame the fact that you can’t keep your hands off of me on the Boogyman.” He quirked a half-smile in Sam’s direction and stepped away, continuing his exploration of the room.
“No, just ghosts.” He made sure he didn’t say that very loud, though. Dean already had far too much ammo when it came to Sam’s dreams and such.
There were no more visions and they found no other evidence to explain the stories that had been emailed to them by the manager of the rather large, famous Vegas hotel.
“It’s just a publicity stunt. I told you we shouldn’t have bothered.” Dean tossed his worn duffle bag onto the expensive bedspread covering the large bed. “But they’re paying the tab, so we might as well enjoy ourselves. A weekend of blackjack, fully comped? It’s a dream come true, dude.”
“Whatever. This is the room, right? You did tell them we wanted the room where all the stories were coming from, didn’t you?” Sam was looking around the room curiously, though he’d already started to change his mind about this job. “The manager’s email said that they couldn’t keep this room rented out. All the stories are the same…”
Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re turning into a workaholic, Sammy. Let’s go pl…” He trailed off as he looked over his shoulder.
“Your father isn’t happy, Melissa. He says he forgives you; you’re his flesh and blood, his little girl. But he wants to have a talk with your new husband. Don’t worry, Melly. The boss is in a good mood. You might even get to have your wedding night.”
She couldn’t get to him. They were dragging him out the door. Someone had her by the arm and she couldn’t get to him. She jerked her arm away, and then her arms were around his neck. All she could manage was a kiss before they had her again…
And then he was gone.
Dean couldn’t blame Sam for the smug look when the kiss broke. It was exactly like the one he’d given Sam not even an hour ago.
“Okay, so, this vision thing you were talking about. Young couple, little bit younger than you?”
Sam’s smug look became positively triumphant. “That’s the one, John Edward.”
“Shut up, jerk.”
“I guess this is the room, then. I wonder how far back they have records. Let’s go talk to the manager. And look on the bright side. We’re actually on the up and up for a change. No aliases, no fake ID’s.” Sam grabbed a notebook and a pen and started for the door. “You can tell me what you saw on the way.”
Dean pouted as he followed. “No fake IDs? But that’s the fun part.” Sam was quickly filled in on the latest episode as they made their way to the manager’s office.
They did get to dig through files, to Sam’s satisfaction, and they did get to use aliases, which made Dean happy. The manager signed them in as Jerry and Frank, the new independent auditors. Dean just snorted when the security guard let them in.
“Jerry and Frank? That’s the best he could come up with? Amateur. And that guy bought it. Security here is a joke.” But it got them in and got them access to files.
After six hours, Sam leaned back, one hand massaging the back of his neck. “James Terranova. He built this place. He had a daughter named Melissa.” He flipped over several more sheets of paper, and then reached for the laptop. After several more minutes, he frowned. “She disappeared six years ago. Her father reported her missing; they never found any trace of her.”
Dean looked up from his stack of files. “That sounds like our girl. What about her husband?”
“There’s no mention of a husband. Her father sold the hotel and casino shortly after.” A few papers were shuffled and a few more websites pulled up.
“Not quite what we’ve seen so far. Check for any other missing persons around the same time.” He didn’t wait for Sam to do so, instead pulled the computer onto his lap and began the search himself.
Another two hours and Dean shoved the laptop away with disgust. “Nothing. There weren’t any unsolved disappearances or murders reported within months of Melissa’s disappearance. I need a break.” He stretched. “I’m going to go take a shower and hit the tables. This is still my vacation.”
Sam raised his arms high above his head, shirt riding up a bit as he pulled the knots out of his muscles. “Okay. We can start again tomorrow.” He slid the files aside and followed Dean toward their room. After a moment, he swore. “I forgot the computer. I’ll catch up.”
Dean was already finishing up with his shower by the time Sam opened the door. Sam caught a quick glimpse of Dean coming out of the bathroom, a towel slung low over his hips, before the room grew blurry. Sam pressed his back firmly against the door behind him.
Melissa leaned against the bathroom door, her pale face going even whiter when she looked up and saw him. “Danny? What… they said Daddy… they said you were dead.” She took a step toward him, and he barely managed to catch her as she collapsed.
“What’s wrong, Melissa? What did you do?” He caught a glimpse of an empty prescription bottle on the counter in the bathroom. “Oh god, Melly. What did you do?” He brushed a frantic kiss over her cool, cool lips.
Dean grabbed at his towel as it threatened to fall. “This is getting a little disturbing.” Stepping out of his brother’s arms once again, he felt his face go hot at the rough tone of his own voice.
“Disturbing on so many levels.” Sam couldn’t argue, not when it was painfully obvious that Dean had enjoyed that last kiss. “Dean, Melissa overdosed. But that doesn’t explain her disappearance. Or the haunting.”
Dean continued digging for clothes, his ears red as he kept the towel tucked firmly around his waist. “Or where her husband is.”
“Danny. His name is Danny. I wish we had a last name to go on here.”
The look Dean turned on Sam was incredulous. “That’s your wish? Out of all the things in this admittedly fucked up situation, you’re wishing you had his last name? Sam, get out of here before I beat the crap out of you.”
Sam just flashed Dean a grin as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Dean glared at his brother’s back, and then forgot about clothes as he reached for the laptop. “Dan, Dan, where are you…” He typed in the date, the name, and the location.
Nothing.
He removed the location. It was a long shot, but… there it was. “Sam… we’ve got something. Danny Maggio, Jr, son of Danny Maggio. Owns several casinos in Atlantic City… disappeared about the same time as Melissa. Gotta be our boy.” He was completely engrossed in sifting through the information when the room fuzzed over this time.
Mob boss James Terranova walked into the room without knocking. Seeing his daughter’s body held in the arms of her husband – his lip curled with distaste at the word – was unpleasant. They might be married, but he still had hopes he could convince her to annul the marriage. He wasn’t going to be related to his rival, that bastard Danny Maggio, not even by marriage.
But Melly was so still. Just laying there in the little shit’s arms.
“You killed her? You murdered my little girl?” Fury and gunshots…
And then it was all over.
James couldn’t even muster regret when he saw that Danny had died with his lips against Melissa’s.
Dean blinked into Sam’s eyes, just inches from his own. “We’ve really got to stop meeting like this.” But he was shaken, and this time he reached for Sam, slinging an arm around his brother’s bare shoulders. “Her father murdered him… he must have covered it up, which would explain the haunting.” Dean’s attention was far away, eyes focused somewhere beyond Sam’s left shoulder, and he was talking more to himself than to his brother.
“Okay, so we find the bodies, salt them, burn them…” Sam didn’t mention the fact that Dean was holding on awfully tight. He shifted a little, pulling at Dean.
Dean was about to agree, when he was just … shoved aside. It wasn’t a physical thing. One moment he was in control, and the next, he was suddenly a passenger in his own body.
“Danny?”
Sam’s eyes showed a quick moment of surprise, and then his lips curved in a pleased smile.
“Melly.”
~*~*~*~*~
“And so it’s not like we actually had sex. We just gave them their happy ending. Another case solved, another job completed by Winchester and Winchester.” And that was Dean’s story. He’d stick to it like glue.
Sam snorted. “You’re so full of crap. That was twelve hours and four orgasms ago.”
Dean grinned. “Yeah, well. They’re gone, aren’t they? All they wanted was their wedding night, and they finally got it. Everything else is a bonus. Tell you what, Sammy. Consider it overtime. You know how it goes. One thing leads to another…”
One Thing Leads to Another - The Fixx
The deception with tact, just what are you trying to say?
You've got a blank face, which irritates
Communicate, pull out your party piece
You see dimensions in two
State your case with black or white
But when one little cross leads to shots, grit your teeth
You run for cover so discreet, why don't they:
Do what they say, say what you mean
One thing leads to another
You told me something wrong, I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another.
The impression that you sell
Passes in and out like a scent
But the long face that you see comes from living close
To your fears
If this is up then I'm up but you're running out of sight
You've seen your name on the walls
And when one little bump leads to shock miss a beat
You run for cover and there's heat, why don't they:
Do what they say, say what they mean
One thing leads to another
You told me something wrong, I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another
One thing leads to another
Then it's easy to believe
Somebody's been lying to me
But when the wrong word goes in the right ear
I know you've been lying to me
It's getting rough, off the cuff I've got to say enough's enough
Bigger the harder he falls
But when the wrong antidote is like a bulge on the throat
You runs for cover in the heat why don't they
Do what they say, say what they mean
One thing leads to another
You tell me something wrong, I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another
One thing leads to another
Fandom: Supernatural
Author:
digital_opiumRating: R
WARNING: References to incest
Author's Note: Written for
maygra's Supernatural Pop Song Fic Challenge. Song title and lyrics below the second cut.Summary: The tired old "
Word Count: 1822, not counting song title.
Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural, nor the Brothers Winchester belong to me. I just like playing with other people's toys.
It wasn’t even just a job. It was supposed to be a vacation.
Dean shifted slightly under Sam and tried to figure out when, exactly, a working vacation had turned into hot monkey sex with his brother.
“How did we get here again?” Sam raised his head, looking down at his brother.
“The ghosts made us do it.” It could have easily ranked at the top of the list as the strangest thing Dean had ever said. He propped a hand behind his head, looking up into Sam’s eyes. “You see, it started like this…”
~*~*~*~*~
Sam grabbed Dean’s arm, pulling him back. “Stop. Something’s not right.”
“Whatever you say, Edgar Cayce.” He shrugged off Sam’s arm and walked further into the chapel. “It’s a wedding chapel, Sam. Religious place.” Dean glanced around at the cheap wallpaper. “Tacky, but still religious. No demons here.”
Sam let him go, eyes glazing as an image blurred over the rundown view in front of him.
He smiled at her, fingers reaching to fold back the cheap bit of lace they’d laughingly decided on for a veil. It wasn’t the wedding they’d pictured, but it was the wedding they had, and they would be happy, no matter what their parents said.
“You may kiss your bride,” said the smiling Elvis.
He didn’t have to be told twice.
“Sam, what the hell?” Dean was brushing his fingers over his lips and staring at Sam.
“I… it was a vision.” He had no idea when he’d pulled Dean into his arms, nor when the vision had left and it was just him… kissing Dean. “I told you something wasn’t right in here.”
Dean gave Sam a push. “Don’t blame the fact that you can’t keep your hands off of me on the Boogyman.” He quirked a half-smile in Sam’s direction and stepped away, continuing his exploration of the room.
“No, just ghosts.” He made sure he didn’t say that very loud, though. Dean already had far too much ammo when it came to Sam’s dreams and such.
There were no more visions and they found no other evidence to explain the stories that had been emailed to them by the manager of the rather large, famous Vegas hotel.
“It’s just a publicity stunt. I told you we shouldn’t have bothered.” Dean tossed his worn duffle bag onto the expensive bedspread covering the large bed. “But they’re paying the tab, so we might as well enjoy ourselves. A weekend of blackjack, fully comped? It’s a dream come true, dude.”
“Whatever. This is the room, right? You did tell them we wanted the room where all the stories were coming from, didn’t you?” Sam was looking around the room curiously, though he’d already started to change his mind about this job. “The manager’s email said that they couldn’t keep this room rented out. All the stories are the same…”
Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re turning into a workaholic, Sammy. Let’s go pl…” He trailed off as he looked over his shoulder.
“Your father isn’t happy, Melissa. He says he forgives you; you’re his flesh and blood, his little girl. But he wants to have a talk with your new husband. Don’t worry, Melly. The boss is in a good mood. You might even get to have your wedding night.”
She couldn’t get to him. They were dragging him out the door. Someone had her by the arm and she couldn’t get to him. She jerked her arm away, and then her arms were around his neck. All she could manage was a kiss before they had her again…
And then he was gone.
Dean couldn’t blame Sam for the smug look when the kiss broke. It was exactly like the one he’d given Sam not even an hour ago.
“Okay, so, this vision thing you were talking about. Young couple, little bit younger than you?”
Sam’s smug look became positively triumphant. “That’s the one, John Edward.”
“Shut up, jerk.”
“I guess this is the room, then. I wonder how far back they have records. Let’s go talk to the manager. And look on the bright side. We’re actually on the up and up for a change. No aliases, no fake ID’s.” Sam grabbed a notebook and a pen and started for the door. “You can tell me what you saw on the way.”
Dean pouted as he followed. “No fake IDs? But that’s the fun part.” Sam was quickly filled in on the latest episode as they made their way to the manager’s office.
They did get to dig through files, to Sam’s satisfaction, and they did get to use aliases, which made Dean happy. The manager signed them in as Jerry and Frank, the new independent auditors. Dean just snorted when the security guard let them in.
“Jerry and Frank? That’s the best he could come up with? Amateur. And that guy bought it. Security here is a joke.” But it got them in and got them access to files.
After six hours, Sam leaned back, one hand massaging the back of his neck. “James Terranova. He built this place. He had a daughter named Melissa.” He flipped over several more sheets of paper, and then reached for the laptop. After several more minutes, he frowned. “She disappeared six years ago. Her father reported her missing; they never found any trace of her.”
Dean looked up from his stack of files. “That sounds like our girl. What about her husband?”
“There’s no mention of a husband. Her father sold the hotel and casino shortly after.” A few papers were shuffled and a few more websites pulled up.
“Not quite what we’ve seen so far. Check for any other missing persons around the same time.” He didn’t wait for Sam to do so, instead pulled the computer onto his lap and began the search himself.
Another two hours and Dean shoved the laptop away with disgust. “Nothing. There weren’t any unsolved disappearances or murders reported within months of Melissa’s disappearance. I need a break.” He stretched. “I’m going to go take a shower and hit the tables. This is still my vacation.”
Sam raised his arms high above his head, shirt riding up a bit as he pulled the knots out of his muscles. “Okay. We can start again tomorrow.” He slid the files aside and followed Dean toward their room. After a moment, he swore. “I forgot the computer. I’ll catch up.”
Dean was already finishing up with his shower by the time Sam opened the door. Sam caught a quick glimpse of Dean coming out of the bathroom, a towel slung low over his hips, before the room grew blurry. Sam pressed his back firmly against the door behind him.
Melissa leaned against the bathroom door, her pale face going even whiter when she looked up and saw him. “Danny? What… they said Daddy… they said you were dead.” She took a step toward him, and he barely managed to catch her as she collapsed.
“What’s wrong, Melissa? What did you do?” He caught a glimpse of an empty prescription bottle on the counter in the bathroom. “Oh god, Melly. What did you do?” He brushed a frantic kiss over her cool, cool lips.
Dean grabbed at his towel as it threatened to fall. “This is getting a little disturbing.” Stepping out of his brother’s arms once again, he felt his face go hot at the rough tone of his own voice.
“Disturbing on so many levels.” Sam couldn’t argue, not when it was painfully obvious that Dean had enjoyed that last kiss. “Dean, Melissa overdosed. But that doesn’t explain her disappearance. Or the haunting.”
Dean continued digging for clothes, his ears red as he kept the towel tucked firmly around his waist. “Or where her husband is.”
“Danny. His name is Danny. I wish we had a last name to go on here.”
The look Dean turned on Sam was incredulous. “That’s your wish? Out of all the things in this admittedly fucked up situation, you’re wishing you had his last name? Sam, get out of here before I beat the crap out of you.”
Sam just flashed Dean a grin as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Dean glared at his brother’s back, and then forgot about clothes as he reached for the laptop. “Dan, Dan, where are you…” He typed in the date, the name, and the location.
Nothing.
He removed the location. It was a long shot, but… there it was. “Sam… we’ve got something. Danny Maggio, Jr, son of Danny Maggio. Owns several casinos in Atlantic City… disappeared about the same time as Melissa. Gotta be our boy.” He was completely engrossed in sifting through the information when the room fuzzed over this time.
Mob boss James Terranova walked into the room without knocking. Seeing his daughter’s body held in the arms of her husband – his lip curled with distaste at the word – was unpleasant. They might be married, but he still had hopes he could convince her to annul the marriage. He wasn’t going to be related to his rival, that bastard Danny Maggio, not even by marriage.
But Melly was so still. Just laying there in the little shit’s arms.
“You killed her? You murdered my little girl?” Fury and gunshots…
And then it was all over.
James couldn’t even muster regret when he saw that Danny had died with his lips against Melissa’s.
Dean blinked into Sam’s eyes, just inches from his own. “We’ve really got to stop meeting like this.” But he was shaken, and this time he reached for Sam, slinging an arm around his brother’s bare shoulders. “Her father murdered him… he must have covered it up, which would explain the haunting.” Dean’s attention was far away, eyes focused somewhere beyond Sam’s left shoulder, and he was talking more to himself than to his brother.
“Okay, so we find the bodies, salt them, burn them…” Sam didn’t mention the fact that Dean was holding on awfully tight. He shifted a little, pulling at Dean.
Dean was about to agree, when he was just … shoved aside. It wasn’t a physical thing. One moment he was in control, and the next, he was suddenly a passenger in his own body.
“Danny?”
Sam’s eyes showed a quick moment of surprise, and then his lips curved in a pleased smile.
“Melly.”
~*~*~*~*~
“And so it’s not like we actually had sex. We just gave them their happy ending. Another case solved, another job completed by Winchester and Winchester.” And that was Dean’s story. He’d stick to it like glue.
Sam snorted. “You’re so full of crap. That was twelve hours and four orgasms ago.”
Dean grinned. “Yeah, well. They’re gone, aren’t they? All they wanted was their wedding night, and they finally got it. Everything else is a bonus. Tell you what, Sammy. Consider it overtime. You know how it goes. One thing leads to another…”
One Thing Leads to Another - The Fixx
The deception with tact, just what are you trying to say?
You've got a blank face, which irritates
Communicate, pull out your party piece
You see dimensions in two
State your case with black or white
But when one little cross leads to shots, grit your teeth
You run for cover so discreet, why don't they:
Do what they say, say what you mean
One thing leads to another
You told me something wrong, I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another.
The impression that you sell
Passes in and out like a scent
But the long face that you see comes from living close
To your fears
If this is up then I'm up but you're running out of sight
You've seen your name on the walls
And when one little bump leads to shock miss a beat
You run for cover and there's heat, why don't they:
Do what they say, say what they mean
One thing leads to another
You told me something wrong, I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another
One thing leads to another
Then it's easy to believe
Somebody's been lying to me
But when the wrong word goes in the right ear
I know you've been lying to me
It's getting rough, off the cuff I've got to say enough's enough
Bigger the harder he falls
But when the wrong antidote is like a bulge on the throat
You runs for cover in the heat why don't they
Do what they say, say what they mean
One thing leads to another
You tell me something wrong, I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another
One thing leads to another
Tags:
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
Sam snorted. “You’re so full of crap. That was twelve hours and four orgasms ago.”
LOL! *Loved* this line. : D Nice story.
From:
no subject
I didn't want the ghost story to just jump out at the end, so to speak. I hope it wasn't too slow to build, though. It's hard to judge when it's my own story.
Thanks for the compliments!
From:
no subject
I'm putting this on my favorites list; a shiny little bauble admist all the angst in this fandom.
Thank you.
~~Dev
From:
no subject
It's a huge compliment that it goes on your favorites list!
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
Cute and sexy.
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
*howls laughing!* That's awesome.
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
The look Dean turned on Sam was incredulous. “That’s your wish? Out of all the things in this admittedly fucked up situation, you’re wishing you had his last name? Sam, get out of here before I beat the crap out of you.”
Heh!
And this: Sam snorted. “You’re so full of crap. That was twelve hours and four orgasms ago.”
So sexyCute!
Very nice.
From:
no subject
I really appreciate the compliments. This feedback stuff is kind of addictive. *g*