Title: Kill That Which is False

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Michael/Lucifer

Rating: R, just to be safe.

Summary: A new rich family moves across the street from Dean and Sam and Dean doesn't want anything to do with them, Sam couldn't care less, but when their lives start to intertwine with each other's they find it gets harder and harder to keep distance or to deny what's hidden deep down in the deepest parts of their being.

Author's Note: Michael and Lucifer are NOT brothers in this one; everyone else is but Michael and Lucifer. I hope I actually finish this one because I have a tendency to get wonder. No copyright infringement intended, all characters belong to their respective parties I am just merely borrowing them to mess around with.

Dean watched as the movers took endless boxes into the house across the street, they had been at it for nearly two days, Dean was pretty sure that the house was going to explode soon and all those boxes would pop out just like one of these firecrackers poppers you shoot off on New Years. It had been two days and Dean had yet to see anyone who remotely resembled an owner of the house.

"You know if you stare any longer they're going to call the police on you for being a peeping tom." Sam said from behind Dean, who didn't even flinch at the sudden appearance of Sam's voice.

Letting the blind fall close Dean turned around to Sam who sat on the back of the couch his computer in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. "I think those guys couch is worth more than our entire house."

A small grin tugged up the corners of Sam's mouth "I wouldn't doubt it , the only reason we still live in this neighborhood is because dad paid of the house before they started developing the hoity totey houses."

"Yeah I bet all those rich fuckers are just grinding their teeth together because their property value keeps dropping every year we stay here."

Laughing Sam stood up "How long do you think it will take for these guys to give up their false cheer towards us and just start ignoring us?"

"I give it a month."

Nodding Sam glanced towards the window "Hey I think I just saw someone pull into the driveway."

"Really" Dean asked spinning towards the window again and tugging up the blinds, the thick hedges in the front of the house would more or less cover him.

"Stalkerish much" Sam teased as he walked to where Dean stood.

"Bitch" Dean mumbled watching as the very shiny, very expensive, and very new Lexus pulled into the driveway

"Jerk" Sam tossed back half heartedly as he too watched the Lexus slow to stop, a few seconds later all four doors opened at once. In a simultaneous action that looked like it was rehearsed four people climbed out of the Lexus.

"Holy shit" Dean breathed "it's like the fucking Stepfords moved next door to us."

"Yeah no shit" Sam trailed off and they lapsed into silence watching as the two people that got out of the front of the car go immediately into the house. While the two from the back looked at each other over the top of the car, it seemed as if they were having a silent conversation.

Squinting Dean leaned towards the window "Is the one of the left wearing a tie?" Almost on cue the two guys turned towards Dean and Sam's house it seemed as if both of them were starring straight at Dean and Sam.

On reflex Dean and Sam jerked back so they were out of view "Do you think they saw us?" Dean asked.

Shrugging Sam took a chance and glanced back out the window the two guys were now walking towards the house "I don't know, but I don't think it matters we live across from them we're bound to see them and them us."

"Well if it's all the same I'd rather not see any of them, I know exactly what they're going to be like and I sure as hell don't want to deal with any rich stuck up fuckers."