“Sam, I’m fine,” Logan mutters. “Besides, my Angel thinks the physio just wants an excuse to grope me.”
“Who wouldn’t?” Mac teases. “My sexy hero.”
“Uh, not to brag,” I say, “but I saved him.”
“Please,” Mac scoffs. “He took a bullet for you. All you did was break your parrot.”
“You weren’t there,” I protest, half joking, half wounded.
“Trey. Mac.” Sam cuts in. “Focus. What’s going on? Talk.”
“Oh, hey Dean. Clay.” I wave to the brothers slumped by the door. They look bored, Clay limping, Dean glaring like I’ve personally offended gravity. Mac nearly bowls them over trying to hug both.
They look so damn…close. I can’t help but think—they kiss on the mouth, don’t they?
“Why am I picturing them saying ‘I love you, bro,’ and then—boom—lip action?” I mutter.
“Earth to Trey,” Sam sighs, whacking my shoulder.
“Ouch! I was just wondering if theWincester’smake out sometimes.”
Everyone stares.
Dean blinks. “Nope. Too tired for this.”
“That wasn’t a no…”
Mac looks at me like she’s genuinely considering the logistics.
Nah—she’s too far gone on Logan. The way she looks at him? Game over. Hallmark bros never stood a chance.
“Trey.” Mac folds her arms. “When you’re done with your mental fanfic, talk.”
“Okay, okay. But let me tell the whole story—no interruptions.”
Logan shifts, hand rubbing his shoulder. Mac notices, grabs painkillers from her bag.
“Want an aspirin? Or the ones I take for cramps?”
He sighs. “If it won’t make me loopy, sure.”
“Babe, you should rest.
“If I do, they’ll draw dicks on me.
“It’s true,” Sam nods.
“Big veiny ones,” I add.
“Like your burst balloon piercing?” Chace mutters.
“It’snota burst balloon. It’s art.”
“Looks like a sock with holes in it.”
“Guys!” Mac snaps. “Focus. Trey—go.”
I take a breath. “Right. So…Seraphina’s upstairs. Asleep.”
