Title: Nice to Meet You
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to Kripke and Whedon and I am not making a profit off this.
Prompt: Week 4 Magically bound together
Word Count: 1207
Characters: Dean, Sam, Spike, Angel, Wesley, Fred, mention of Harmony
Spoilers: SPN season 2. Ats season 5
Summary: While Dean and Sam are in L.A they visit a law firm called Wolfram and Hart and Dean gets himself bound to a vampire with platinum blond hair. Lets just say the earth is doomed.
“Where’s Dean?” Sam asked the dark haired vampire beside him looking around his face showing his confusion. Angel had been taking them on a tour of Wolfram and Hart and he could swear that Dean was right beside him.
“Chill Sammy.” Dean muttered popping up from around the corner “Dude you got wicked blades.” that was addressed at Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. a contact they had found in their dad’s journal and had tracked down to the law firm Wolfram and Hart.
“Thank you,” Wesley picked up a book and handed it to Dean whose childish glee seemed to banish as he looked down at the large tome in his hand “I believe you’ll find what you’re looking for in there.
Dean pouted then his face brightened “Hey Sammy, catch.” he threw the book and Sam scrambled to catch it his face flying to Wesley’s. The only amount of concern the man had shown was a widening of his eyes.
“Dean.” Sam growled warningly smoothing the pages unable to hide a quick wince.
“How’s the wrist?” Dean asked innocently and Sam just glared at him. Dean grinned turned to Wesley “So you guys already took care of this Reaper guy?”
“He’s locked in one of the containment cells under this establishment.” Wesley confirmed.
“And she doesn’t have a son named Lucas or an identical twin?” Dean turned to Fred giving her a wide grin his eyes flashing suggestively.
She moved closer to Angel her face flushing “Not that I know of.”
“Cool, lets go Sammy.”
“It’s Sam,” the younger hunter rolled his eyes “and I thought he could stay for a bit, there are some texts here I want to look into.”
Dean frowned “But you already got your old book.” he pointed to the book in Sam’s hand.
At that moment the doors to Pryce’s office banged opened and a medium height man dressed all in black and sporting a long black leather duster entered and the hair was the first thing that drew the brother’s attention. Platinum blond and slicked back Dean couldn’t a snort “Someone has Idol envy.”
Those predator's eyes turned on Dean and a sneer settled on his lips “Whose the Happy Meal.”
“Dean Winchester and his brother Sam, this is Spike.” Angel made the introductions wearily.
Dean looked him up and down and gave Spike a matching sneer of resentment “let me guess, another vampire with a soul.” there was an obvious disdain in his voice concerning the subject. He had made it clear from the moment he arrived that he thought Angel was nothing more than a fanged freak that needed to be put down.
The only reason a fight hadn’t broke out was the fact that Angel seemed to be mature enough to ignore it, seeing the way Spike’s eyes narrowed on Dean Sam knew that this was one vampire who wouldn’t.
With a sinking sense of dread Sam knew there was going to be trouble.
Trouble is what they got.
Dean and Spike had been snipping at each other all day and Angel had finally had enough and sent them to separate sides of the room.
Unfortunately Dean’s side had contained ancient artifacts and his klepto brother had pocketed one. The next thing they knew Dean and Spike were fighting and there was a bright flash. After that things got worse.
It appeared that the vampire and his brother couldn’t walk more than ten feet away from each other. They wouldn’t explode, or feel pain of any kind it was just when the distance would be reached they would just stop and couldn’t get any further.
Word had spread through the building.
Angel closed the door to his office behind him his face tense as he tried to keep a lid on his emotions.
“So?” Sam asked and Angel shook his head quickly. Sam turned to Wesley who shrugged unable to come up with any answers.
There was a loud crash and everyone winced.
“How’s it going?” Fred asked softly coming to stand by Sam looking at the closed door her face drawn in concern. She looked over at Sam.
He grimaced as they heard another loud crash and something break.
Fred’s eyes widened “How long have they been at it?”
“Thirty minutes.” Angel remarked dryly his hand rubbing the bruise on the side of his face he had received for trying to break them apart. For being a human Winchester could sure pack one hell of a punch. From the brief glimpse of Spike he had got the kid seemed to be holding his own.
They waited like that listening to the sound of destruction in Angel’s office. When the noise had stopped everyone looked startled at the silence. Fred was the first one to speak “Do you think they killed each other?”
“God I hope so.” Angel growled having spent his time listening to them destroy his office.
“Do you think we should check on them?” Sam asked his eyes going around the odd mixture in the group concerned for his brother’s safety.
“I don’t think will be necessary.” Wesley commented as the door opened and everyone looked at the two beaten and bruised men as they limped out of the room.
Spike had a large gash on his forehead and a thin trail of blood trickling down his neck and into the collar of his shirt. He held his left arm close to his side and there was a wide grin on his face.
Dean wore a matching expression a bruise already forming on his jaw and his tongue darted out to lick the blood off of his busted lip. He was breathing heavily and he turned to his brother grinning ?Me and Spike are going to go out for a drink, don’t wait up.”
“Here Peaches.” Spike tossed Angel a piece of wood that had been a part of his desk. His arm went around Dean’s waist as he held the younger stumbling man up and started steering him towards the lobby “Now lets see if we can get ole Harm to accompany us, she’s a batty bird but the things she can do with her tongue.”
The group watched them go and Sam turned to Angel “What just happened?”
Angel winced his face pained “I think they just became friends.”
“God help us all.” Wesley muttered the sentiment they were all feeling.
Spike and Dean left to find the nearest bar both a Spike a little smug thinking what would happen the next time Angel went to put on some of his nancy boy hair gel. Winchester had told him about this little trick his brother had pulled with some glue.