Brothers being brothers
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layne67Three ficlets, written by Shinta, Chloe and myself, on what happened after Dean saw the ad put up by Sam.
Plus a bonus ficlet written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grievous_angel, written for her OTP, arabia764 ( lucky gal! ), and I thought it a fitting ending to these series of ficlets.
Big thank you tomontmorency for the super-quick and super-awesome beta on my story. Love you much!
Originally posted byjadeadore at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dean_sam
Title : Downtime, Winchester-style.
Fandom : Supernatural
Rating : PG for some profanities
Characters : Sam, Dean, OMC, the Impala, Sam's computer
Summary : Sam plays a prank on Dean. But Dean gets the last word. He's the eldest after all.
Byi_o_r_h_a_e_l.
“You hungry? Do you want me to go find something to eat?”
There was no answer. Sam frowned.
“Dean?”
Nothing.
“Hey, Dean.”
Sam had to strain to catch some mumbles.
“What?”
“I said, what, you’re rich now? You got some more money added into that hideous, washed out, leather wallet of yours?
“What?” Sam thought some demons had had their way into his big brother. “What are you talking about?”
“Or maybe that $25 is not low enough for you, huh? You want to go lower?”
“Dean…”
Dean turned around and slammed some folded newspaper onto Sam’s bed so hard Sam literally jumped.
“Tell me if you hate me and the Impala that much, Sam! You didn’t have to go around telling people how much you do.”
Dean grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the door; Sam winced even before it was banged shut. His face was contorted as if in a physical pain as he picked the newspaper. He never thought Dean would be that furious.
“I called you charm, didn’t you see that,” muttered Sam forlornly. “Don’t ever think that part was a mistake.”
~~~
Bychloe_amethyst.
Harry shifted one more time in the hard, metal chair outside his dingy motel room in Premont, Texas. He came out to sit since the air conditioning wasn't working in the room, and he figured it couldn't possibly be hotter outside than in that damn room where it must be 110 degrees. He'd been selling tractor parts throughout the southwest for 25 years, but southern Texas heat had him feeling grumpy and wishing for retirement. It'd been a lousy day, he hadn't eaten an indigestion-free meal since he'd been on the road these last two weeks, and he was longing for home, or at least a little light entertainment until he could get back there.
Suddenly a long, tall streak went flying by him out of the room two doors down. It went by so fast it took half a second before his brain registered that it was a boy with brown shaggy hair running like a blue streak. He was shirtless and shoeless, but Harry saw he was laughing so hard he was surprised he could run like that.
As the boy fled to the far end of the motel parking lot, Harry suddenly heard a string of cursing the likes of which he hadn't encountered since his stint in the Navy. The utterer of the seemingly unending line of profanity suddenly flew out of the same hotel room the shirtless boy had sprung out and began running in the same direction, curses flying. His hair was shorter and lighter, and he carried a cell phone in his hand that was ringing insistently.
"YOU GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKIN' BITCH OF A BROTHER!!! I'M GONNA FUCKIN' KILL YOU!!! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN BEAT YOUR PANSY ASS INTO NEXT WEEK!!!! YOU COCKSUCKIN' SON OF A..."
And on and on the verbal onslaught continued, and Harry looked ahead and saw the first boy still laughing but now zig-zagging in an attempt to evade the second one who was closing fast. Now that's entertainment, Harry thought, and he mentally made a bet on whether the second one would catch the first. The second one had shoes, but the first one had awfully long legs. This could take a while, Harry thought with a smile.
Bylayne67.
“That okay?” Sam asks wearily, wiping the sweat off his face with the towel that Dean throws at him. He straightens up, his back popping with a loud crack. He has been washing and waxing the Impala for what seems like hours under the scorching hot Texas sun. No small feat, considering how dirty the Impala was, inside and out.
God, the inside. Sam groans silently. He hasn’t started on that yet and he shudders to think of what he might find lurking inside the Impala, under the tons of thrash that has been accumulating there for the past few weeks. He has seen a couple of cockroaches scurrying out and he bets his bottom dollar that there is a whole nest of them inside. Give him vampires anytime. Or werewolves. Anything but cockroaches. Sam fucking hates them.
“You missed a spot, here.” Dean bends down over the front fender, flicking a finger over a minute speck of dried mud.
“C’mon, give me a break, man,” Sam whines.
“Nope. You want your computer back; you gotta make her shine like new. Teach you never to meddle with my girl again, huh, Sam?”
“I hate you,” Sam mutters.
“Yeah, right back at you.”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
………………..
Sam is exhausted. He slowly makes his way into their motel room where he finds Dean sleeping sprawled out on his stomach as usual. Dean’s phone is thankfully silent now. It had been ringing incessantly the night before with calls asking about the Impala. Dean hadn't dared to switch off the phone, though. Their father might call, for one thing. Or Bobby, with a possible job.
Sam grins. Tired as he is, he still thinks that putting that ad in the newspapers is one of the best pranks he has ever played on his brother. It was Dean’s fault in the first place anyway, leaving his computer hanging at a porn-site yet again. The look on Dean’s face when the first call came through was absolutely priceless. And Sam had seriously thought that Dean was going to have a heart-attack when he saw the ad.
He laughs out loud as he remembers. That was so totally worth having to wash the Impala.
And the full-body wax.
And the vacuuming.
“Hey, dude, wake up.” He pokes Dean on the back. “Give me back my computer.”
“You done?”
“As good as new. Now, where’s my computer?”
“I sold it.”
“WHAT? Dean! Aw ... c’mon.”
Dean drags himself off the bed, rubbing at his eyes. He yawns. “It’s with Harry.”
“Harry? Who the fuck is Harry?”
“109. The bald dude who pulled you out from the pool, laughing his ass off.”
“Dean! You gave my computer to a stranger! What the hell were you thinking?”
“"I didn't GIVE it away - the guy gave me cold, hard cash!"
Dean laughs as Sam sputters angrily.
"Chill, Sammy. God, you're so fucking easy. I talked to him after you went strutting off, drenched like a rat. Best entertainment he had for years, seeing us running around the parking lot.” Dean chuckles. “Shouldn’t have run towards the pool, man.”
“Yeah, and you nearly drowned me, too. And for fuck’s sake, I do not strut.”
“You do, too.”
“Do not.”
“Whatever. Go get your computer before he decides that your piece of junk is worth something.”
Sam growls but decides to let that one go. He’s tired and he just wants to sleep. And his computer had better be alright. Or he’ll do some serious damage to the Impala.
God, he’s never going to let Dean near his computer again.
Ever.
Playing pranks is fun.
But payback’s a bitch.
...
Bygrievous_angel.
"In a certain light, you can see that she's not black, she's deepest, deepest blue."
"It's black. And when did it become a she? In fact, last week you were stroking it and calling it 'man', man."
"And today she's a she. Tallulah."
"Oh for the love of ..." Sam shook his head and gazed out of the window, hand covering the growing smile on his face.
It was a good day. The sun was shining, the birds were probably singing (of course he couldn't hear them over the absolute crap Dean insisted on playing) and the grass was no doubt growing. Somewhere the corn was as high as an elephant's eye... Oh sure, there were bad guys and incredibly horrible shit out there and they were going to be up to their collective necks in it soon, but right now was good. It was what having a brother was all about. Just driving and - bickering. He turned his head and caught Dean's gaze, which quickly slipped away so that he appeared to be concentrating on driving.
"This is good," Sam said quietly. Or comparatively quietly since the car - 'she' - was making a really weird clunking noise. "Y'know?"
"Yeah." The side of Dean's mouth twitched in a near-smile. "Yeah, it is."
The End
Plus a bonus ficlet written by
grievous_angel, written for her OTP, arabia764 ( lucky gal! ), and I thought it a fitting ending to these series of ficlets.Big thank you to
montmorency for the super-quick and super-awesome beta on my story. Love you much!Originally posted by
jadeadore at dean_samTitle : Downtime, Winchester-style.
Fandom : Supernatural
Rating : PG for some profanities
Characters : Sam, Dean, OMC, the Impala, Sam's computer
Summary : Sam plays a prank on Dean. But Dean gets the last word. He's the eldest after all.
By
i_o_r_h_a_e_l. “You hungry? Do you want me to go find something to eat?”
There was no answer. Sam frowned.
“Dean?”
Nothing.
“Hey, Dean.”
Sam had to strain to catch some mumbles.
“What?”
“I said, what, you’re rich now? You got some more money added into that hideous, washed out, leather wallet of yours?
“What?” Sam thought some demons had had their way into his big brother. “What are you talking about?”
“Or maybe that $25 is not low enough for you, huh? You want to go lower?”
“Dean…”
Dean turned around and slammed some folded newspaper onto Sam’s bed so hard Sam literally jumped.
“Tell me if you hate me and the Impala that much, Sam! You didn’t have to go around telling people how much you do.”
Dean grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the door; Sam winced even before it was banged shut. His face was contorted as if in a physical pain as he picked the newspaper. He never thought Dean would be that furious.
“I called you charm, didn’t you see that,” muttered Sam forlornly. “Don’t ever think that part was a mistake.”
~~~
By
chloe_amethyst. Harry shifted one more time in the hard, metal chair outside his dingy motel room in Premont, Texas. He came out to sit since the air conditioning wasn't working in the room, and he figured it couldn't possibly be hotter outside than in that damn room where it must be 110 degrees. He'd been selling tractor parts throughout the southwest for 25 years, but southern Texas heat had him feeling grumpy and wishing for retirement. It'd been a lousy day, he hadn't eaten an indigestion-free meal since he'd been on the road these last two weeks, and he was longing for home, or at least a little light entertainment until he could get back there.
Suddenly a long, tall streak went flying by him out of the room two doors down. It went by so fast it took half a second before his brain registered that it was a boy with brown shaggy hair running like a blue streak. He was shirtless and shoeless, but Harry saw he was laughing so hard he was surprised he could run like that.
As the boy fled to the far end of the motel parking lot, Harry suddenly heard a string of cursing the likes of which he hadn't encountered since his stint in the Navy. The utterer of the seemingly unending line of profanity suddenly flew out of the same hotel room the shirtless boy had sprung out and began running in the same direction, curses flying. His hair was shorter and lighter, and he carried a cell phone in his hand that was ringing insistently.
"YOU GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKIN' BITCH OF A BROTHER!!! I'M GONNA FUCKIN' KILL YOU!!! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN BEAT YOUR PANSY ASS INTO NEXT WEEK!!!! YOU COCKSUCKIN' SON OF A..."
And on and on the verbal onslaught continued, and Harry looked ahead and saw the first boy still laughing but now zig-zagging in an attempt to evade the second one who was closing fast. Now that's entertainment, Harry thought, and he mentally made a bet on whether the second one would catch the first. The second one had shoes, but the first one had awfully long legs. This could take a while, Harry thought with a smile.
By
layne67. “That okay?” Sam asks wearily, wiping the sweat off his face with the towel that Dean throws at him. He straightens up, his back popping with a loud crack. He has been washing and waxing the Impala for what seems like hours under the scorching hot Texas sun. No small feat, considering how dirty the Impala was, inside and out.
God, the inside. Sam groans silently. He hasn’t started on that yet and he shudders to think of what he might find lurking inside the Impala, under the tons of thrash that has been accumulating there for the past few weeks. He has seen a couple of cockroaches scurrying out and he bets his bottom dollar that there is a whole nest of them inside. Give him vampires anytime. Or werewolves. Anything but cockroaches. Sam fucking hates them.
“You missed a spot, here.” Dean bends down over the front fender, flicking a finger over a minute speck of dried mud.
“C’mon, give me a break, man,” Sam whines.
“Nope. You want your computer back; you gotta make her shine like new. Teach you never to meddle with my girl again, huh, Sam?”
“I hate you,” Sam mutters.
“Yeah, right back at you.”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
………………..
Sam is exhausted. He slowly makes his way into their motel room where he finds Dean sleeping sprawled out on his stomach as usual. Dean’s phone is thankfully silent now. It had been ringing incessantly the night before with calls asking about the Impala. Dean hadn't dared to switch off the phone, though. Their father might call, for one thing. Or Bobby, with a possible job.
Sam grins. Tired as he is, he still thinks that putting that ad in the newspapers is one of the best pranks he has ever played on his brother. It was Dean’s fault in the first place anyway, leaving his computer hanging at a porn-site yet again. The look on Dean’s face when the first call came through was absolutely priceless. And Sam had seriously thought that Dean was going to have a heart-attack when he saw the ad.
He laughs out loud as he remembers. That was so totally worth having to wash the Impala.
And the full-body wax.
And the vacuuming.
“Hey, dude, wake up.” He pokes Dean on the back. “Give me back my computer.”
“You done?”
“As good as new. Now, where’s my computer?”
“I sold it.”
“WHAT? Dean! Aw ... c’mon.”
Dean drags himself off the bed, rubbing at his eyes. He yawns. “It’s with Harry.”
“Harry? Who the fuck is Harry?”
“109. The bald dude who pulled you out from the pool, laughing his ass off.”
“Dean! You gave my computer to a stranger! What the hell were you thinking?”
“"I didn't GIVE it away - the guy gave me cold, hard cash!"
Dean laughs as Sam sputters angrily.
"Chill, Sammy. God, you're so fucking easy. I talked to him after you went strutting off, drenched like a rat. Best entertainment he had for years, seeing us running around the parking lot.” Dean chuckles. “Shouldn’t have run towards the pool, man.”
“Yeah, and you nearly drowned me, too. And for fuck’s sake, I do not strut.”
“You do, too.”
“Do not.”
“Whatever. Go get your computer before he decides that your piece of junk is worth something.”
Sam growls but decides to let that one go. He’s tired and he just wants to sleep. And his computer had better be alright. Or he’ll do some serious damage to the Impala.
God, he’s never going to let Dean near his computer again.
Ever.
Playing pranks is fun.
But payback’s a bitch.
...
By
grievous_angel. "In a certain light, you can see that she's not black, she's deepest, deepest blue."
"It's black. And when did it become a she? In fact, last week you were stroking it and calling it 'man', man."
"And today she's a she. Tallulah."
"Oh for the love of ..." Sam shook his head and gazed out of the window, hand covering the growing smile on his face.
It was a good day. The sun was shining, the birds were probably singing (of course he couldn't hear them over the absolute crap Dean insisted on playing) and the grass was no doubt growing. Somewhere the corn was as high as an elephant's eye... Oh sure, there were bad guys and incredibly horrible shit out there and they were going to be up to their collective necks in it soon, but right now was good. It was what having a brother was all about. Just driving and - bickering. He turned his head and caught Dean's gaze, which quickly slipped away so that he appeared to be concentrating on driving.
"This is good," Sam said quietly. Or comparatively quietly since the car - 'she' - was making a really weird clunking noise. "Y'know?"
"Yeah." The side of Dean's mouth twitched in a near-smile. "Yeah, it is."
The End
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Date: 2007-10-02 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-03 12:58 am (UTC)and...
BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! Dean gave the laptop to Harry who pulled Sam out of the pool!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA! LMAO!!
This is so funny and made of awesome, and I'm SO glad Harry found his way into your drabble!!! We may have to write more Harry soon! LOL
And OMG,
YAAAY Shinta, who always writes little moments of angst so well! :-D
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Date: 2007-10-03 01:22 am (UTC)Btw, do you know that one of the episodes in S3 is called 'Sin City'?
Thanks for reading, dear Julia.
*loves*
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Date: 2007-10-03 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-03 01:27 am (UTC)That was fun :DDD
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Date: 2007-10-03 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-03 08:34 am (UTC)Love that, and love others so much, Layne. Thank you for putting them together. It's almost as if the ficlets were written as one.
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-10-03 10:51 am (UTC)I was initially just planning to post links to the fics you and Chloe and Cass wrote but then I thought there's this missing 'scene', Dean would want to make Sam pay, and since no one else is writing I just had to do it myself!
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Date: 2007-10-03 10:52 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!!
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Date: 2007-10-03 11:54 am (UTC)Anytime for my beloved brothers, Layne.
Btw, selamat berbuka. My manager and I with a friend actually planned to go to Outback for steak. But my manager was afraid of traffic jams. :P
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Date: 2007-10-03 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-04 11:46 am (UTC)Lovely stuff.
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Date: 2007-10-04 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-04 02:23 pm (UTC)Thank you for the comments, Robin. Really appreciate it :)
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Date: 2007-10-04 02:25 pm (UTC)*hints hints nudges and winks*
:DD
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Date: 2008-04-30 09:22 pm (UTC)this fic is very nice and lighe i love it ^_^
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Date: 2008-05-01 12:18 am (UTC)