ihadwingsonce you better fucking pay up
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Bucky tilted forward in his seat, watching with a somewhat pained expression as the blonde girl (Jess, right Steve? Yeah Buck, her name is Jess) bursted into flames. "That's... Awful. How did she even get up on the ceiling?" he questioned quietly.

"Demons," Sam deadpanned. Bucky looked at him, slightly disbelieving. "Demons?" he asked. "Demons," Sam confirmed. Someone get the preacher. The man opened and closed his mouth, and returned to watching adamantly as Dean (who, secretly, reminded him of Steve) pulled Sam out, watching in horror as the apartment burned and burned.

Bucky quickly grabbed the remote, pausing the episode. He turned to Sam, eyebrows furrowed. "When does Cass come in? I wanna see him," he complained. Sam rolled his eyes dramatically, "Not for 4 seasons, Barnes. I'm starting to think you just agreed to watch this because of Cassandra," he muttered. Bucky didn't tell him he was right.

"Can we just skip to that season then?" he asked impatiently, avoiding Steve's desperate attempts to retrieve the remote. "Oh hell no. First you take my goddamn steering wheel, you're not taking this from me, too," Sam said, glaring playfully.

"Yeah, you don't want to miss multiple deaths, either. Always important," Natasha chipped in. His mouth settled into a thin line. He had learned a long time ago there was no arguing with the redhead woman. Also, he owed her. Steeply.

Bucky finally gave up, pressing the play button. Sam and Dean stood, side by side. Sam didn't deserve this, Bucky thought sadly. He knew what Steve and Cass would say, "You didn't deserve this, either," and he knew it was, in some way, true. He just had to accept it.