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Alexander Lightwood. Skilled shadowhunter. Expert archer. Previous head of the New York institute. That felt like a lifetime ago. Sure, he was still a shadowhunter and an archer, but both of those things had a very different meaning to the life he lived now. Not that this life was bad, at all. He still got to kill demons on a regular basis, his archery had gotten back to its former glory after being stabbed in the eye and cursed, he had made some amazing friends, and then there was Dean. His Dean…
After all the turbulence in their relationship and him being in a coma, things were finally starting to settle between them, and they found themselves doing the most domestic things. Or well, as domestic as it got when being a hunter. As the months had passed they had fallen into a routine. They cooked meals together, beheaded some vamps, did laundry, killed some demons, went grocery shopping, shot some werewolves. Thursday nights had become movie night with Jack, Cas, and Sam. Or, well… The others watched a movie while Dean and Alec made out on the couch until someone or everyone threw popcorn at them, ushering them out of the room.
Then they just went to their room to continue making out and… Well, more. These last few months Dean didn’t seem to be able to keep his hands off of him, but he was definitely not complaining. Alec just figured it was because of his near death experience. Hell, if Dean had been in a coma and almost died, Alec would probably cling to him too. It was a Thursday night now, and they had earlier been banished from the movieroom. They had both just finished as Dean rolled off him, breathing heavily and smiling.
“Fuck, that was great.” Dean breathed out and turned to Alec. “You wanna go again?”
Alec raised his eyebrows. “Yeah sure, just give me a minute?” He said with a laugh.
Alec sat up and looked around, Dean sat up too.
“What are you looking for?” The older man asked.
“My stele. I’m gonna need that stamina rune.” Alec said.
Dean looked around and found it under one of the pillows. He gave it to Alec who took it between his fingers and started fiddling with it. He looked deep in thought.
“What is it?” Dean asked him.
“Nothing, I just… I was thinking about the institute actually.” Alec told him, looking at his stele.
“While we were having sex?” Dean asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
“What? No! Just now, afterwards.” He said.
Dean put an arm around him and pulled the shadowhunter to his chest.
“You miss it.” He said, and it wasn’t a question.
“Yeah. And everything that came with it. I mean, sure we kill demons and monsters and stuff, but there was a lot more to it. We had this whole system in order, it was structure, safety, an actual job. What we do now is like… I don’t know, a hobby, freelancing?” Alec tried to explain and Dean nodded.
“And you were the boss. I get it.” He said and rubbed Alec’s back comfortingly.
“Yeah.” He agreed.
Dean started thinking. Maybe he could do something to ease that pain just a little bit. But it would have to wait…
“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid.” Alec said and sat up again.
“Hey, no. I get it. It’s not stupid.” Dean told him and cupped his face in his hand.
He leaned in and kissed Alec tenderly. Alec deepened the kiss, sticking his tongue in Dean’s mouth, relishing in the taste of his boyfriend. Soon they were laying down again, Alec on top of Dean. Hands started to trace their bodies and moans were drawn from them both, when Alec suddenly stopped. Dean looked at him questioningly. Alec smiled at him and then took his stele and activated his stamina rune.
“I remember promising you another round.” He said with a mischievous smile.
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Dean walked into the kitchen to start dinner, and in there he found his brother on the phone, smiling like an idiot.
“Yeah, I miss you too.” His brother said to whoever was on the phone.
Sam turned around and saw Dean.
“Hey, Dean just got here, we’re gonna start dinner. Yeah, we’ll talk soon. Bye.” Sam said with a smile and hung up the phone.
“Madzie?” Dean asked with a teasing smile.
“Madzie.” Sam confirmed and put the phone in his pocket.
“So are you two together now or…?” Dean asked him, honestly curious.
“I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter, we’re having fun, and it feels great.” Sam said, trying to be casual.
“You want to be exclusive…” Dean guessed, he knew his brother.
Before Sam could answer Alec walked into the kitchen.
“Hey, I was coming to see if I could help with dinner.” He said and then he saw the looks on the brothers’ faces. “What did I miss?” He asked with furrowed brows.
“Sammy’s crushing on Madzie, hard.” Dean said in amusement, his brother turning beet red.
“Oh…” Alec said.
He really didn’t want to be a part of this conversation…
“But Sammy here is worried that she doesn’t want anything serious.” Dean continued, completely unbothered by the reluctance of the other two of this topic.
“I’m not worried.” Sam corrected. “I know witches and warlocks are usually more reluctant to settle down or whatever.”
“I don’t know about Madzie, but some warlocks don’t have a problem with that. If she was raised by Magnus you might be in luck.” Alec said, still a little uncomfortable.
“Right. Thanks.” Sam said with an awkward smile.
“So, dinner. Could I help?” Alec changed the subject.
“Yeah sure, grab that pot over there?” Dean asked and started to take out some ingredients.
Alec complied and they quietly settled into their cooking routine. This meant that Dean did the actual cooking and Alec helped with other stuff, since the nephilim couldn’t cook worth a damn. Sam sat down at the table and observed them. He had never seen his brother this happy before, and it warmed his heart. He saw Alec burn himself on the pot and Dean taking his hand in his and kissing it better. He had never seen this side of Dean before, and it really suited him.
“So, are we doing Halloween this year again?” Sam asked.
“Really? After what happened last year?” Alec asked incredulously.
“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad…” Dean said and stirred the pot on the stove.
“Are you kidding me? You got into a bar fight, I got stabbed, and Jack’s hair was blue for a week!” Alec burst out. “Not to mention Castiel’s singing…”
“Okay so maybe we don’t go out this year, we could stay in?” Sam asked in amusement, thinking about the chaos last year.
“Fine, a scary movie marathon, but costumes are mandatory!” Dean said.
“And candy, that’s a must.” Alec added.
“You really do have a sweet tooth, don’t you?” Dean said and winked.
Alec rolled his eyes. “And you can invite Madzie too. It’ll be just the 7 of us. But we keep it small, minimal drinking.” He said and looked at Dean who was the reason for what had happened the year before.
“Fine. Minimal drinking, no bars, definitely no karaoke.” Dean laughed out.
“Costume ideas? And who’s helping Cas this time? I won’t.” Sam asked them.
“I’ll help him.” Alec offered.
“My costume is a surprise.” Dean said and the other two looked at him curiously.
“Okay… I’m thinking about dressing up as a knight, I mean I already have the costume, from when we were in Camelot.” Sam told them with a smile.
“Go for it. I never got to see you guys in those.” Alec said.
“And you never will.” Dean told him and pointed at him with a wooden spoon.
“Too bad, I think medieval really suits you.” Sam said teasingly. “You should have seen him when we were LARPing!” He told the shadowhunter.
“What’s larping?” Alec asked in confusion.
“L-A-R-P, stands for Live Action Role Playing.” Sam explained and Dean glared at his brother.
“Wait what? Really? You guys do that?” Alec asked and smiled at Dean.
“Once. It was for a hunt.” Dean told him to clarify.
“Yeah but you loved it.” Sam shot at him.
Dean just rolled his eyes. Alec giggled a little, but quickly shut up when Dean shot him a look.
“I think you would-” Alec said but was interrupted by the sound of Jack’s voice.
“SAM! DEAN! ALEC!”
They all shared a look and ran to Jack’s room. In there was Jack and Simon, and the latter was holding his arm, and it looked like he was on fire. They tried to put it out but the flames were too big, then out of nowhere it went out and left glowing letters on the vampire’s arm. Alec went over to him and looked.
Bring the shadowhunter, as you promised. - R
“Who the hell is R, and what does he want with me?” Alec asked them, and both Sam and Simon had a look of guilt and realisation on their faces, as though they had just remembered something very important that they had forgotten about until just now.