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27 January 2008 @ 03:26 pm
Stercus Accidit 2/?  
Title: Stercus Accidit 2/?
Liv darkmagic_luvr
Rating: PG-13
AU Series Title: Pendulum
Characters/Pairings Involved: Sam Winchester/James Scarlet (OC), Mercer Waurd (OC), Dean Winchester, Mora Van Duryn (OC), Jennan Doyell (OC)
au_developments Prompt: 12. Right Here, Right Now
Claimer/Disclaimer: I own all original characters you see before you. All Supernatural character’s mentioned do not belong to me.
Summery: Viva Las Vegas, city of lights, city of dreams, city of quicky divorces and marriages, awesome buffets and demons- hey, shit happens.
Authors Notes: oh god...drunk!Sam and drunk!Jamie make me sooo happy.
Part 1

"Are we having fun yet?" asked Jamie, looking at Sam over the top of a book she was reading. Sam glared at her and sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"Hey, guy!" Jamie and Sam both jumped as Dean bounded over to them, all smiles with Mercer dragging his feet behind him. “How's the research coming?”

Jamie slammed her book closed and whacked Dean over the head with it. Dean glared at her but restrained himself from letting her ruin his good mood.

“Are you having fun, Dean?” asked Jamie condescendingly and Dean took it as an apology and tossed his arm over her shoulder.

“I'm having a blast!” he said, looking over at Mercer. “We're bonding and getting to know each other better-”

“What do you want, Dean?” asked Sam, closing his laptop.

“I wan to share my spoilers,” said Dean, removing his arm from Jamie's shoulder and fishing around in his coat pocket for a few coins. “Here, but your selfs a few rounds.”

“How much is that?”asked Jamie, reaching out for Dean's hand and holding it steady.

“Enough to spare,” said Dean. “Guys, I'm on FIRE!”

“He's a moron,” said Jamie looking over at Sam who nodded. Dean signaled a waitress and clapped Mercer on the back, steering him away from their table.

“Can I get you two anything else?” asked the waitress, giving Sam a smile. Jamie kicked him under the table and he winced. Jamie picked up a $50 chip and tossing it to the girl.

“We need hard liquor,” said Sam.

“And cheese fries,” said Jamie. Sam looked at her and she shrugged. “What? Dean's paying.”

“That's true,” said Sam. “Do we know what we're looking for yet?”

“I'm starting to think that Dean just made this gig up,” said Jamie, looking over paper clippings. “Nothing strange has been going on in this casino for a long time.”

“Nothing on this end either,” said Sam. He sighed and closed his eyes as their waitress came back with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. “If Dean made this all up and we're spending all this time for nothing?”

“I think we'd all kill him,” said Jamie, picking up one of the glasses and tossing the contents down her throat.


“You know what?” asked Sam, his voice slurred and his eyes glazed over as he stared at Jamie, a half empty shot glass in his hand. Jamie looked up at him, the same glaze in her own eyes.

“What?' asked Jamie, her lip twitching into a grin. She folded her arms across the table they were sitting at and rested her chin against them, staring up at Sam expectantly.

“You're pretty,” he said, reaching out and poking Jamie's nose. She went cross eyed for a moment and looked back up at Sam.

“I think you're prettier than I am,” said Jamie sitting up and leaning across the table. Sam grinned drunkly at her and pressed his forehead against hers, running his fingers over her left hand.

“Are you married?” asked Sam and Jamie shook her head a little.


“You should,” said Sam. “We both should.”

“Are you implying something, Winchester?” asked Jamie with a stupid grin on her face.

“We should get married!”

“To each other!”

“Yeah!” said Sam, standing up suddenly and dragging Jamie up with him.

“Okay, Sammy,” said Jamie, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “How are we going to do that?”

“Dean is a stupid, short little man,” slurred Sam. “And he gave us, way too much money to play with.”

“That's true,” said Jamie. “He's very short.”


Mercer wasn't having as much of a bad time as he was letting on. Dean wasn't calling him names, and he wasn't ditching him for the girls who kept hanging all over him. He just said he was looking out for his cousin and they moved away. It was nice, not rolling his eyes so much. His head hurt less.

“Hey, Mercer,” Mercer snapped back to Dean who was looking around for something, a frown forming on his face. “Where's Sam and Jamie?”

“Over by the...bar,” Mercer turned and stopped. No they weren't. They were gone. “They left their stuff.”

“Something must have happened,” said Dean, putting his hand on Mercer's shoulder and leading him in the direction of the bar. Dean stopped one of the waitresses and motioned to the table Jamie and Sam had been sitting at. “Did you see a couple sitting here?”

The woman snorted at him. “They left about ten minutes ago. They were cute. Drunk off their asses, but cute.”

“Which way did they go?” asked Mercer. She pointed over her shoulder and went back to work. Dean turned to Mercer who braced himself for the worse.

“They're cute?”


Jennan had her arm linked through Mora's as they strolled through the casino, scaring groups of men every now and then, just for giggles. Jennan squinted through the lights and saw a couple going at it up against a wall near the elevator.

“Do they look...familiar?” asked Jennan, pointing down towards them. Mora cocked her head t the side in confusion.

“A little, yeah.”

“Oh, my god,” muttered Jennan. “That's Sam.”

“Jamie's gonna be-”

“Pinned against a wall” interrupted Jennan. “That's cute.”

“C'mon,” said Mora, dragging Jennan through a crowd of people in the direction of Jamie and Sam, stopping a foot or so away. Mora tilted her head to the side and Jennan cleared her throat, causing the two to break apart slowly, looking over at them.

“Hi!” said Jennan happily, grinning at the two of them

“What the hell are you two doing?” asked Mora. Jamie and Sam looked at each other and back at Mora and Jennan.

“It's a secret,” Jamie whispered, putting a finger to her lips, while Sam nodded encouragingly.

“So you can't tell anyone.”

“Are you guys drunk?” asked Jennan, the grin widening on her face.

“Maybe,” said Sam, looking at Jamie who shrugged. “Maybe just a little.”

“Somehow, I'm sure this is Dean's fault,” said Jennan with a sigh.

“Somehow it's always Dean's fault.”

“Can you guys keep a secret?” asked Jamie, beckoning Jennan and Mora closer to them.

“Umm...yeah?” said Mora cautiously, inching forward.

“Sammy and I are gonna get married!”

“Oh. My. God,” muttered Jennan, covering her face with her hand.

“Definitely Dean's fault,” said Mora, watching Sam tug on Jamie's arm and steering her away from them.

“Maybe she was speaking..futuristic like?” suggested Jennan.

“Let's just keep thinking that,” said Mora, nodding quickly.

“Maybe it'll come true?” Jennan and Mora looked at each other for a moment before taking off after Sam and Jamie.