Pairing: Sam x OFC!Alex x Dean (No Wincest. Poly/ENM)
Characters: Sam Winchester, OFC!Alex Morgenstern, Dean Winchester
Word Count:~750
Warning: None. Fluff with a touch of angst.
Author Notes: I watched Spn’s Tombstone episode and got inspired, and finally wrote it once I read @deancaskiss ‘ cowboy destiel fanfic Not Beta’d. All mistakes are my own.
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Alex sat and waited at the map room bobbing her right leg quickly, nervously. Sam looked up at her from his reading seeing her hands splayed flat on the table. He quirked an eyebrow and leaned towards her, “You okay?”
She looked at giving him a posed smile and nodded. “Just waiting,” she explained.
“What did you do?” Sam asked.
“Remember last week when I got you your early anniversary gift— those first edition lore books that you wanted?”
Sam smiled and looked her, his eyes darkening at the thought —such a dreamy smile for Alex to see; she almost felt lightheaded. She shook her head, “I did something similar for Dean but not books.”
Sam grinned and chuckled, wondering what she did and kind of excited to see Dean’s reaction. “What did you get him?”
“Remember how much he loves Dodge city and cowboys?” She asked.
He widened his eyes and facepalmed, “Oh my God, Alex, what did you get him? He is gonna be cowboy this, cowboy that for the next month. Wearing his hat no less.”
She grinned and spoke, her voice a bit husky, “I know.”
Sam looked a bit shocked and thought a moment, “You like him in his hat and boots, huh?”
She grinned a bit embarrassed, “I like him in his hat and boots, and then when we does that twange, mmm.” She quickly added, “I know he is gonna go cowboy crazy for a bit but totally worth it when he wakes up and you see how, hopefully, excited he gets.”
“What did you get him?”
She tried to hide her smile licking her lips, “Working replicas of Wyatt Earp’s and Doc Holliday’s guns, a print of a painting of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, the movie poster of Tombstone signed by some of the cast members, and replica cowboy hats of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday.”
Sam’s eyes widened with each item she spoke of. He put his head down in his hands on the table and grumbled, “We're doomed.”
“He’ll be happy,” she tried to justify. Her mouth drowned when she added, “I also found a movie theater close to here where you can buy time there to watch a movie, so I did Tombstone for him. “ She looked down at her hands and her face turned red because she just realized he had going to make everyone come see it with him, including the Sioux Falls gang. She smiled to herself.
“How often does he smile and laugh, truly?” She asked Sam.
He sighed and sat up looking at her, “True. Fine.”
She clapped, “Yay.”
Sam glared at her, “I’m going to get you back.”
She looked to her lap then at him, “Prank or bedroom?”
“I haven’t decided, maybe both,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she saw the wicked smirk on his face.
After twenty minutes in tense silence, you could hear Dean yell excitedly from his room. Alex grinned and stood up walking to the kitchen waiting for him.
“Alex,” Dean yelled. “Ale—“ he stopped when he saw her, he was wearing one of the new cowboy hates which Alex thought made him look even sexier. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her, and lifted her up then passionately kissed her. She melted into his lips and hummed.
When he set her down, she felt a little dizzy and grinned.
Dean was flabbergasted, “Oh, Baby, I don’t deserve you. How did you—? Why?”
“They’re early anniversary gifts for you while it is next week, I couldn’t wait. I knew you’d love them. The—the guns are working replicas.”
Dean’s jaw dropped, “They’re working? I can use them in a hunt?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Baby,” Alex grinned at him.
“I’m gonna go shoot them,” Dean grinned like a little kid getting what he wanted on Christmas from Santa.
“The bullets are in that blue ammo box,” she called as he went back to his room.
Alex walked back over to Sam but stopped upon Dean rushing back out with a piece of paper in hand. “You rented a theater to watch Tombstone?” He asked incredulously.
“You said you always wanted to see it in theater,” she explained meekly. She could see Dean’s mind working and planning.
“How many seats are there?” He asked
“150,” she confirmed.
He turned around and got his cell out, “I’m inviting everyone!”
She continued walking back to Sam, put her hands on the table, tilted her head to one side and sighed. “We’re doomed.”
