We were setting up what Charlie had named Hunter HQ. We had several computer and new cell phones we had procured from various electronic stores, using various credit cards. According to Charlie, the government notices when you buy twenty phones at once. I was trying to assemble one of the computers, when Mikey came and opened the door.

"Careful in here," said Charlie. "Cords everywhere." The room was a mess.

"That's okay I'm not coming in," said Mikey. "I was just telling you I'm going to the store."

"Hey I need brownie mix," I said. "I'll come with you."

"No!" Mikey said quickly.

"But I need brownie mix," I said.

"I'll get the mix," Mikey said quickly.

"Why can't I come?" He was acting really weird and I didn't like it. "Are you actually going to the store?"

"No I just- Yes I am and I'm fine, I just want to go to the store. Alone. It makes me feel normal."

"How about I give you a list and you get the brownie stuff?"

"Yeah I'll buy the brownie stuff," he paused before adding "Can you put chocolate chips in them?"

"You know I almost forgot Gabriel was your dad."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Buy the chocolate chips and I'll put them in the brownies," I promised. "Here we'll make a list."

"I'll remember. I gotta get going now. His sh- I gotta be at the store in ten minutes."

"What happens in ten minutes?" I called after him. He didn't answer, just kept running.

"What was that about?" asked Cyrus.

"Take a guess," Charlie said smirking.

"You know?" I asked.

"Just tell us," Cyrus pleaded.

"No you have to guess," Charlie cackled. "It's more fun this way."

"Is it about a girl?" I asked.

"Close," Charlie grinned. "Very very close."

"What do you mean close?" asked Cyrus.

"Give it a minute."

***

See a while back Mikey really needed some candy. Really bad. So he grabbed some cash, and he went to a local convenience store.

It was a small store. Easy to navigate. When he got a text from Marcey, he figured he could text and walk at the same time. He'd done it all the time before he came to the bunker.

Back when he had people to text.

He didn't notice the boy in the blue apron mopping the floor.

He didn't notice the caution wet floor sign.

He didn't notice the glistening tiles as he stepped onto them. Not until it was too late. His foot slid out from under him and he could feel himself falling.

But he didn't land on the ground.

"Are you okay?" asked a voice. The employee who had been mopping, had caught him was about his age. The boy had big brown eyes, and freckles were scattered across his nose. He was tall too.

Mikey hated embarrassing himself in front of hot people.

"Are you okay?" The stranger repeated. Oh great. Now he looked clumsy and stupid.

"Yeah I'm uh I'm fine. Thanks."

"No problem. Wouldn't want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours."

Did he actually say-- ? Mikey suddenly became aware that the stranger was still holding him.

"If I could just," Mikey tried to get balance on his feet but the floor was still wet. He slipped and this time crashed to the floor, taking the hot guy with him.

"Okay new plan," said Mikey. "I'm going to stay here until the floor dries."

The boy on top of him got up carefully. "I'm sorry about the floor," he said. "I should have warned you it was slippery."

"No it's fine, you had the sign up, I just wasn't paying attention."

"Oh dude your phone!" the guy exclaimed. Mikey immediately scrambled to his feet, panicking slightly. If anything happened to that phone all his contacts, all his games, all his e-books, his score on flappy bird--

"Oh it's fine your case just came off; my bad," the very attractive boy handed him the phone.

"So welcome to the store," he said scratching his head and grinning sheepishly. "I'm Chris. How can I help you?" Oh lord help him, Chris had dimples.

"Right I um . . . " Mikey paused for a moment. "I came here for something. I really did. Now I can't remember."

"That's God playing sims," explained Chris, "He just canceled your action."

Mikey laughed. Though, he was pretty sure it had more to do with Chris' smile than God.

"So what's your name?" Chris asked.

"Michael, but everyone I know calls me Mikey."

"Well it's nice to meet you Mikey. So are you from Tennessee?"

***

Mikey found an excuse to go back to the store every day. Whenever Sam ran out of lettuce, or Dean was low on pie, Mikey went and got it. The third time he 'accidentally' left his phone at the store, Chris looked suspicious.

He was borderline crazy and Cinders has said so. When Charlie had asked him about it, he had mumbled an excuse and hurried out of the room. Charlie, being Charlie, hacked into the store computers and found out about the texting mopping incident.

Of course when I got curious she showed me the first tape. Eventually Mikey told us what happened the day I needed brownies.

***

Mikey flew to the store. He landed behind the store so that no one would see him. He fixed his hair and looked in through the glass door. No one was in the store, except Chris. Perfect. The little bell on top of the door jingled lightly as Mikey opened the door.

Chris looked up grinning. "Hey Mikey, I've got a question."

Chris had done this before. Every day Mikey came into the store, Chris had a cheesy, overused pick up line to say to him. Mikey always blew it off with a witty comeback, but he loved it and Chris kept it going. Mikey leaned against the counter.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Chris asked solemnly.

The irony. "Yes. I was trash so they kicked me out."

"I was really going for fallen angel," said Chris.

"Well too bad I'm trash."

"Well as a person who cares about the environment, I'm inclined to pick you up."

"Smooth," laughed Mikey.

"Are you free in five minutes?" asked Chris. "Mikey I'm seriously asking you on this one. Go on a date with me, please. I can be out of here in five minutes, I'll go back there, lie to my boss, and take you someplace awesome. Yes or no?"

"Chris I don't want you to miss work," said Mikey.

"It's not an issue, I have a lot of unused off days. So do you want to go out with me?"

"Look I actually came here for groceries and brownie mix and I have to get it home and everything."

"Oh," Chris' face fell. "Okay you should go get those." He thought Mikey was just blowing him off.

". . . So since your shift ends in forty five minutes, I'll be back here in fifty."

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"No, no, no, the other jeans, the pair your butt looks cute in," Cinders insisted.

"I was asking about the shirt!" Mikey protested. "Why are you looking at my butt?"

"Because I'm your fashion consultant and you need me to."

"This is the first time I'm asking you about clothes. You're a cat."

"I knew this day would come, Mikey. Do you want my help or not?"

"Is the shirt okay?"

"Of course not. Do you have a death wish?" She dramatically flung his closet doors open. "Why is everything you own a flannel?"

"Because Dean is the one who takes me to buy clothes."

"Ethan and I are taking you shopping next time. If the two of you were the same size I'd tell you to borrow one of his shirts."

"You two can't drive and I won't fly you both. Plus I'm not taking clothing advice from my sister's boyfriend."

"Aha!" She pulled a t-shirt out of his closet. "It's not perfect but at least it's not a flannel." She tossed the shirt at him.

"Thanks," he said. He recognized the shirt. "I was wearing this when Dean and Marcey found me." Probably the only thing he had left from his other life.

"Well it's the only thing you own that didn't come from the army surplus store you freakin redneck."

"I'm not a redneck."

"The only people who wear flannel are rednecks and lesbians. You're the wrong gender to be a lesbian."

"Hunters wear flannel!"

"You haven't been hunting yet."

"Just get out I have to change," Mikey groaned.

"The jeans-"

"I know the ones you're talking about, I'll find them myself!"

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Chris had taken off the apron and he looked good. He was already outside when Mikey got there ten minutes early. "You didn't have to change," said Chris smiling. "I mean you look good, but you didn't have to change."

"Oh yeah well Maria spilled an egg on the other shirt," Mikey lied. "You know because brownies."

"Maria?"

"She's um . . . " How do you put the words 'My prophet friend who lives in the same monster fighting base as I do' into words a normal person could understand. "She's kinda like my adopted sister. We both live with my uncle, along with a bunch of my half siblings and, well that's complicated. A lot of people live in my house."

"That sounds stressful."

"Oh you don't know the half of it."

"So that date," said Chris. "It's a bit early for dinner and too late for lunch. How do you feel about laser tag?"

"Laser tag?" repeated Mikey.

"Yes?"

"I love laser tag." Mikey would like anything long as Chris was there.

"I know an awesome place," Chris grabbed Mikey's hand, "Come on," and lead him down the road.

:::Time skip brought to you by swings:::

"So that'll be two guns. Ten bucks," said the man behind the desk, who's name-tag read 'Rich'. Mikey got out his wallet, but Chris just handed the employee a ten dollar bill. He put a bracelet on each of their wrists and told them the room with the guns was "the first one on the left down that hallway."

As they were walking Mikey whispered to Chris, "I could have at least payed five dollars of that."

"I'm being a gentleman."

"Why can't we both be gentlemen together?"

"I asked you out, so I'm paying for everything. That's how dates are supposed to work. You can't ask someone to do something with you and expect them to pay for it." He held open the door once they reached it.

Mikey crossed his arms and mumbled a "thanks."

"Oh come on you can't be mad at me for being nice to you," Chris grinned and those goddam dimples showed themselves again.

"I could if you weren't so cute," Mikey jabbed a finger at Chris.

"Just get in here," Chris chuckled.

As Mikey walked into the room he realized there were other kids in the room that saw that exchange. For some reason they were all around his and Chris' age. A smirking girl in a ponytail handed Mikey a blue gun and gear, then took off her own gun and gear, handing it to Chris. "I have a feeling you two want to be on the same team." Yeah she shipped it. She went and grabbed the last red gun. "Prepare to be annihilated."

"Don't get cocky," Mikey said. "I happen to be very good with guns." He wasn't bluffing. Sam and Dean had been giving him combat training.

"We'll see," laughed ponytail, as Mikey had now named her in his mind.

"Okay this isn't fair now they have all the good players," whined a boy, slightly shorter than the others.

"Lighten up Jeff," Chris slapped Jeff on the back. "We don't need Daisy. We have all the gays. We don't need skill."

"My names not Jeff and you and Daisy are the only gays so we don't even outnumber them."

"But Mikey is also gay so we do outnumber them! We shall conquer!"

"But that doesn't even have-"

"Just believe in yourself Jeff!"

"My name is Brody!"

Chris squinted at Brody for a minute. "Oh you are. Huh. Sorry man. We're still gonna win though."

"Over my dead body," huffed Daisy.

"That can be arranged," Mikey yelled back.

This is the moment that Rich walked into the room. "There's no one in here younger than ten right?" The players nodded in response, Mikey felt confused. "Okay then, just a reminder of the rules. You may tackle the other players and hold them down while your teammates shoot them. You are not allowed to attack your own team mates. You can't take prisoners, as we don't have dungeons, and no," he shot a stern look at Daisy. "you may not hold them elsewhere. Shoot them and move on. We do not actually kill each other. If anyone is seriously injured, you have to call the hospital and then the game stops, so no punching, kicking, tripping, or biting. Also shooting your own teammates is frowned upon. Do we want to use the flag this time?"

"Yes!" yelled most of the room.

"Okay then this is also capture the flag. There's a flag in the middle of the labyrinth. It's worth three thousand points. Shooting a player is worth ten points. When one team gets the flag back to their base, the game is over, and whoever has the most points wins. Got it?"

"Sir yes sir!" replied everyone in the room except Mikey. Apparently the teenagers in this town took laser tag very seriously. The lights went off and the door opened. It was a black light so bits of everyone seemed to glow and the guns lit up different colors according to what team they belonged to. There were two hallways in front of them. Chris grabbed Mikey and led him down the one to the right.

"You have got to be kidding me." Mikey stared wide eyed at the room in front of him-if you could call it that. It must have been a basement, because there was no way the building they were in was that big. Each team had a base. A small building made of four walls, with no roof, and each wall had two windows, except the one with a doorway on it. No door. The rest of the room was set up with walls scattered about it. There were also rope ladders hanging from the ceiling, and what Mikey would describe as a balcony running along the wall. In the middle of the room was some kind of maze, which Mikey assumed this was the so-called 'labyrinth'.

The blues made a huddle inside blue base. "Here we go," said a tough looking girl with short hair. "Top priority is the flag. Go for the flag. If you encounter any reds, fire away, but don't go looking for it. The last thing we want is for Daisy to get the flag again."

"I'm assigning Katherine as a sniper," said the girl. "She's our best shooter. Everyone else go for the flag. Mike is it?"

"Mikey," he corrected her. "With a y."

"Sorry Mikey with a y," she snickered. "These things, if you shoot somebody their gun is temporarily disabled, and they become easier targets. Don't let them get you."

"Got it," agreed Mikey. The girl turned around and left the base. Chris and Mikey were alone.

"They get a little intense," said Chris. "It's okay if you screw up a little, they'll understand, and I won't care."

"I'm planning on winning," said Mikey.

"Our team really does have all the worst players. It's okay if we lose."

"But it's awesome if we win."

"Okay, I see your point, let's win."

"Okay how do we do that?"

"Well Daisy's probably already heading towards the flag. If we can beat her there we can take it." Chris left the small base, and started heading towards the labyrinth.

At the entrance to the labyrinth, Chris stopped Mikey, pulling him behind a wall. "We need a plan. Daisy usually has guards watching from her side."

"There are two of them inside the base," said a voice off to their left. Mikey yelped and whipped around to face the person who had popped out of no where.

"Hey don't point that thing at me," said Brody, eyeing Mikey's laser gun.

Mikey lowered the weapon. "Then don't pop out at me like that," Mikey hissed back.

"Okay sorry," said Brody, defensively and clearly not sorry.

"You said two in the base?" asked Chris.

"Yeah," said Brody. "If they see us they'll call it out to Daisy and she'll move. That's what happened when Tayla tried to get it anyway."

"Okay we gotta distract the lookouts then," said Mikey.

"How do you suggest we do that?" asked Brody.

"Someone goes in and starts shooting them from the end opposite to the flag, they'll have to defend themselves, or they'll lose more points than that flag is worth."

"Or our guy loses more points than the flag is worth," countered Brody. "There's two of em Mike."

"I can do it," said Mikey. "I'm fast and I'm good with a gun. I mean laser gun. I'll go in, you two get the flag. And don't call me Mike."

"That's crazy," said Chris. "You can't go in there."

"I'm fine trust me," Mikey promised.

"I'm coming with you," said Chris.

"No help Brody get the flag," said Mikey. If they didn't get the flag this was all for nothing.

"I can handle it myself," said Brody. "Go make sure your boyfriend doesn't lose us the game, or get killed."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," grumbled Mikey.

"Anytime man," grinned Brody.

"We'll give you a shout when we're up there, kay?" Chris slapped Brody on the back. "This way," Chris motioned for Mikey to follow him.

They crept along the outer wall, staying in the shadows and out of sight. They were glowing with tiny lights, but as far as Mikey could tell, no one was really expecting them to approach the base. Probably because approaching the base was really stupid. Suddenly, Chris reached out a hand in front of Mikey, stopping him and yanking him from his thoughts.

"Wh-"

"Shhhh," Chris pointed at a nearby wall and started making hand motions.

"I don't have telepathy," Mikey said. Well that was kinda a lie actually, but Chris didn't know that, and Cas had said reading people's minds without permission was invasive. "You can whisper no ones gonna hear."

"Yeah but it feels more like a top secret mission if we don't."

"I know, but I don't know you well enough to actually manage silent communication with you. What are we doing with the wall?"

"We're gonna cross over to it, because there's a guard coming this way in about," he glanced at his watch. "Maybe five minutes."

"How do you know that?" Mikey asked.

"Because Daisy always puts someone on guard here and they're always on the same schedule. We just wait it out there and when they're gone, we keep going."

They snuck over to the wall. Chris peeked his head just around the edge to keep watch. "So as far as first dates go, how am I doing?" asked Chris. "Was laser tag a weird idea?"

"I wouldn't call it weird. Maybe a little unconventional, but I'm having a lot of fun. How am I doing on the date thing?"

"You're doing great."

"So do you take a lot of guys to play laser tag with you?"

"Not a lot of guys like us in this town Mikey. But no you're the first date I brought here." said Chris. "I can see the guard now. It's Claire, so we have to be careful, she's good. She'll go the other way soon and when she does we have to sneak past really quietly."

"Got it."

"Okay go go go," whispered Chris. They zipped past Claire silently.

They were out in the open after that, exposed, but the base was just a few yards away. They could make it before anyone saw, Mikey was sure of it. Then Mikey, tripped over his own stupid goddamn feet. He fell to the ground with a loud thunk.

Claire whipped her head around, and started yelling, "Two intruders heading towards the base!"

Chris yanked Mikey up by the arm. "We gotta go Mikey, we gotta go, oh crap." Mikey could hear the sound of the laser gun going off behind him. Chris turned and fired back at Claire, hitting her straight on. Her gun was disabled for a moment, but she was still chasing them and it wouldn't last long.

They ran for the base, occasionally turning back and firing a quick shot at Claire, sometimes they hit her, sometimes she hit them. Mikey felt like they were going in slow motion, and the speed of light at the same time. Claire couldn't do anything if she caught them, other than shoot them with a glorified laser pointer, but there, in that room, this was more than a game. Mikey and Chris were running for their lives. Together.

He could see the base up ahead. Another burst of speed shot through him. "Chris we can make it. We got this." He fired a few more shots at the guard. Almost there. They could make it.

When they reached the door, Chris ducked next to it. "I've got these guys, you worry about Claire." Chris started exchanging shots with the two boys inside. They had no choice but to leave their posts. Mikey faced Claire. Sense laser tag guns are temporarily disabled for a period of time after the player is shot, they had to be quicker. If the other team got one shot in, it got harder to shoot them. Plus there were three of them. One was likely to get a few points in.

Then again, Chris had been doing this a very long time, and Mikey had been trained by the Winchesters. He decided the odds were pretty even.

"Brody!" Chris shouted. "We're in! Exchanging fire! Go go go!"

"He can't help you!" Claire shouted over the sound of the laser guns. "Fools!" Clearly she thought Chris was calling for help.

"I think you underestimate his abilities! You'll never see him coming!"

"How are you doing so far noob?"

"Pretty good actually. I really should play this more often."

"Yeah it's really fun actually. There are people here every night."

"I haven't played laser tag sense I was seven, I forgot how fun it was."

"No way you're too good at this. You've been playing."

"Nah I just have really wicked awesome hand eye coordination."

"It's not that great," said Claire.

"It's pretty great," defended Chris.

"Die scum!" Claire shot him right in the chest. His gun and outfit blinked out.

"Noooooooooooooooo!" screamed Chris. "Mikey! I can't do this without you! Stay with me! You can make it!"

"Chris!" Mikey said, making his voice hoarse and slowly sliding down the wall. "I can't. Please. You have to keep fighting. For me. For us."

"No we can get out of this! Stay with me."

"I- I can't . . . Avenge me Chris." Mikey dramatically fell to the floor. Claire let out an evil cackle.

"Claire you son of a bitch! He was too young. So much life. Gone."

"He had it coming," Claire said grimly. "All you blues do." They started shooting each other.

Mikey's lights flashed on and he snapped up shooting Claire quickly.

"Ah shit."

A loud beeping sound played over head. Rich's voice played loudly above. "Brody has captured the flag for the blue team. Blue team has won by exactly ten points. Head back to the front to return your gear."

"Close call," laughed Chris.

"You were distracting us," realized Claire.

"Yup!" Chris and Mikeu high fived.

"It wouldn't have if you let me come up here by myself," said Mikey. "That was close. Ten points geez, and that's with the flag."

"Woulda been more if Claire hadn't caught up with us," said Chris. "Good game." He stuck out a hand to help her up, which she took. When they all arrived at the weapons room together, the blue team was cheering and holding Brody up on their shoulders. He was grinning from ear to ear, and it grew wider -- if possible -- when he saw Chris and Mikey. "We did it!" He shouted at them. "Guys let me down!" Brody hopped down and ran over to them. He high fived them both. "We did awesome out there!"

"Yeah good job with the flag," Mikey said.

"Mikey you don't get it no one ever beats Daisy," said a smaller boy. "Like ever."

"Never?"

"Never. You have to come tomorrow too," urged the kid.

"I've lost before," interjected Daisy.

"Twice in the last ten years."

Mikey glanced at Chris. "We could call it our second date," he shrugged. "I mean if you want."

"Only if I get to pay you back for today," said Mikey.

"But I want to do it," protested Chris.

"I won't let you though."

Chris sighed. "Your pride is exhausting. Fine you can pay."

A/N

Hey peoples!

I know this is just a fluff chapter, but I've been meaning to put it in for a long time.

I know I said I would be updating once a week, but I had this chapter written, and then it got deleted off my phone somehow. It was pure gold the first time and I tried to get it back to that, but it kinda just feels meh and now I'm a liar because it's been way more than a week, and I'm really sorry guys. I'll try to get back on track.

Anyways how des everyone feel about Mikey x Chris? Good? Bad? Were you already shipping him with someone else? Talk to me, I miss y'all.

Until next time,

LURV CHU ALL!