Déjà vu All Over Again--SPN fic
Title: Déjà vu All Over Again
Author: borgmama1of5
Wordcount: 500
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Genre: gen
Summary: Dean loses something.
A/N: This was totally inspired by queeberquabbler’s post here: http://queeberquabbler.livejournal.com/401103.html
Déjà vu All Over Again
“I can’t believe you did that!"
“I didn’t fucking ‘do’ anything, Sam, I was being thrown against a fucking tombstone!”
“But you dropped them. Why were they even in your hand?”
“They weren’t! They came out with the fistful of salt which I wouldn’t have needed if you’d of dug faster!”
“You try digging out a grave when you have to go through a foot-and-a-half of snow first! Did you try over there?”
“Yes.”
“Because randomly throwing shovels of snow around isn’t going to help…”
“Do you want this shovel down your throat? No? Then just shut up and keep looking. Fuckin’ ghost, fuckin’ snow…”
“Cool it, Dean, we’ve got an audience.”
…
“No, we’re not making a snow fort in the cemetery, that would be a bad idea, you’re right.
“Well, my brother, um, dropped his car keys in the snow and…
“Sure, we could use some help. Reward? Um, yeah, sure…I don’t know how much. Let me talk to my brother.”
…
“So how much money you got on you? All I have are cards.”
“All I have is a twenty. I’m not gonna pay a couple snot-nosed kids twenty bucks to look for the keys that it’s your fault I dropped.”
“So you admit you dropped them?”
“Fuck you, Sammy.”
“Look, we’re freezing cold and we haven’t even discussed how banged up you got, and we could be here all afternoon. We only have to pay the rugrats if they find them, okay?”
“You owe me, Sam.”
“Whatever, dude. Doesn’t it matter as long as someone finds the stupid keys.”
“They’re not stupid keys, asshole.”
…
“Okay guys, twenty bucks to whoever finds them…how did you…Sh-i-…You saw them before you even asked to help, didn’t you. That’s…
“No, I said there’d be a reward…take them over to my brother, he’ll pay you. Just…just wait a couple minutes, pretend like you’re still looking, okay?”
…
“I had a good idea, offering those kids a reward. Surprised at how fast they found ‘em, but they’re closer to the ground so they could probably see ‘em easier.”
“Yeah, Dean. Great idea. You know, they already had the keys before they even asked if there was a reward.”
“No fucking way!”
“Yeah, they did.”
“So you let a couple preteen punks scam you? That’s pathe--oof! Hey! That’s fucking cold!”
“Big bad Dean Winchester gonna cry over getting hit with a snowball?”
“I am gonna kick your ass!”
“You can try!”
…
“Uncle! I surrender!”
“Say it again, Sam.”
“Mmpf. Okay, you win! Now get off of me!”
…
“Geesh, I’ve got snow all down the front of my shirt, Dean, hurry up and open the car.”
“Uh, Sam…I, uh, the keys, they’re, uh, not in my pocket…”