SPN: Speaking Dean-ese
Title: Speaking Dean-ese
Gifter: chef_geekier
Giftee: moondansr
Pairing/Characters: Implied Sam/Dean, appearance
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Dean's fetching Christmas supplies, when he finds a perfect gift for Sam. (Fic + bonus pic at the end)
A/N: Sorry this is late. I wanted to write porn, but the fluff wouldn't let me! Hope you enjoy anyway.
~*~
Dean was already in a foul mood when he left the bunker. What with organising their new little nest away from the world, he'd kind of forgotten about the whole Christmas deal, not that he'd really liked it that much to begin with. But Sam had remembered, and wanted to do something now that they had their own place, and as usual Dean was helpless against his little-bigger brother's pleading looks.
Dammit.
So instead of exploring the bunker like he'd wanted to be doing, Dean was spending Christmas eve in the nearest town picking up supplies to make a Christmas dinner, a plastic tree, and some decorations. He was just packing everything into the Impala, when he heard it.
“Mew!”
Freezing, Dean's mind was instantly transported back more than twenty years, back to when Sammy had been just a kid.
“Dean, look at what I got for you!”
Sighing, Dean looked down at his brother, holding up a grey stripey kitten. It was mewling at him in such a pathetic way, and he wished that they could keep it.
“Sammy,” Dean shook his head, “you know we can't have pets. We drive around all the time, where would we keep it? Dad'll never agree to having a cat in the car. You know that.”
Sam's little face fell, and Dean felt it like a punch to the gut.
“I just thought,” Sam started, lower lip wobbling as he cuddled the kitten back against his chest, “I just thought you'd like her... we could keep her at Pastor Jim's, Dad said we'll be going there soon!”
Dean didn't say anything about their father's ability to keep promises. He just looked at Sam, and tried not to give in.
“I'm sorry baby boy,” Dean stroked Sam's hair back away from his face. “We can't have a kitten. Maybe when you're older and have your own house, then you can have all the pets you want. Just hang on.”
“Okay,” Sam nodded sadly and turned away. Dean hated putting that look on his brother's face, but it was necessary. They couldn't have pets, not with their lifestyle.
Didn't mean it didn't suck, though.
Looking around, Dean spotted them after a minute. There, half hidden behind a dumpster, was a mass of fur. Heading closer, Dean saw that there was a grown cat that looked to be dead, a few small furry bodies that were completely still, and two mewling kittens that looked at least halfway to their graves.
It only took a second for Dean to decide, and he scooped up the two living kittens. They both fit in one of his hands, and he stared down at them. One was a tortoise-shell, which immediately tried to suck on his finger. The other was pure grey, and stayed where it was, shivering in his palm.
“Aw, hell.”
~*~
“Shouldn't Dean be back by now?” Sam asked, fretting a little. Castiel just pushed him back onto his pillows and frowned at him.
“He will be back when he is back. If he finds you out of bed he will not be happy. Sleep, you stubborn man.”
Sam grinned a little at that, and allowed himself to be pushed around. He worried about Dean whenever he left the bunker, even though he knew there was no point. It was just ingrained, as he was sure it was with Dean to worry about him.
It was getting late though, and he'd been sure that Dean would be back by now. Dean hated the crowds that were sure to be out today.
Eventually Sam was woken from the doze he'd fallen into when he heard Dean and Castiel talking. Well, he could hear Dean talking - Castiel's voice at this distance was just a low hum. After all, Sam was much more accustomed to listening for Dean's voice, whether for instructions on a hunt or for a feeling of safety during the bad times.
“I know Cas, I know,” Dean was saying. “Look, just follow the instructions to set up the tree. It's not that hard. I'm gonna go see him.” A pause, and Castiel's rumble. “No, I'm not wrapping these. I'm just gonna give them to him.” Another pause. “I don't care if it's traditional. Just... just give us a few minutes, will you?”
Cas must have agreed, because the next thing Sam heard was Dean's footsteps coming towards his room. The door was pushed open, and Dean stuck his head around it to look at him.
“Hey, you're awake. Cool.” With that he entered the room properly, holding something in his arms. Sam couldn't see what it was from this angle, but didn't try to sit up - Dean would just get annoyed at him again.
“You were gone a while,” Sam pointed out as Dean got closer. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just found a present for you.” With that, Dean sat on the edge of the bed, then reached out and put his cargo on Sam's chest.
Sam's heart melted as he looked down at two tiny kittens, looking up at him with their big trusting eyes.
“Dean, where...”
“Found them,” Dean easily cut him off. “Had to take 'em to the vet, make sure they weren't rabid or anything. Got the stuff to take care of them too, so you can be their mother or whatever.” Even as Dean was teasing him gently, Sam could see that Dean was fighting a blush. It was adorable, and Sam smiled up at his brother.
“You remembered, didn't you,” Sam said. “What you told me when we were kids, about how I could have pets when I had my own place?”
Dean just blushed harder and got up, leaving without another word. Sam let out a light chuckle, then glanced down at the kittens who were still staring at him.
“Don't worry guys,” he reassured them. “I speak Dean-ese. It just means he loves me.”
~*~
(And bonus crappy Kitty-pic)
Gifter: chef_geekier
Giftee: moondansr
Pairing/Characters: Implied Sam/Dean, appearance
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Dean's fetching Christmas supplies, when he finds a perfect gift for Sam. (Fic + bonus pic at the end)
A/N: Sorry this is late. I wanted to write porn, but the fluff wouldn't let me! Hope you enjoy anyway.
~*~
Dean was already in a foul mood when he left the bunker. What with organising their new little nest away from the world, he'd kind of forgotten about the whole Christmas deal, not that he'd really liked it that much to begin with. But Sam had remembered, and wanted to do something now that they had their own place, and as usual Dean was helpless against his little-bigger brother's pleading looks.
Dammit.
So instead of exploring the bunker like he'd wanted to be doing, Dean was spending Christmas eve in the nearest town picking up supplies to make a Christmas dinner, a plastic tree, and some decorations. He was just packing everything into the Impala, when he heard it.
“Mew!”
Freezing, Dean's mind was instantly transported back more than twenty years, back to when Sammy had been just a kid.
“Dean, look at what I got for you!”
Sighing, Dean looked down at his brother, holding up a grey stripey kitten. It was mewling at him in such a pathetic way, and he wished that they could keep it.
“Sammy,” Dean shook his head, “you know we can't have pets. We drive around all the time, where would we keep it? Dad'll never agree to having a cat in the car. You know that.”
Sam's little face fell, and Dean felt it like a punch to the gut.
“I just thought,” Sam started, lower lip wobbling as he cuddled the kitten back against his chest, “I just thought you'd like her... we could keep her at Pastor Jim's, Dad said we'll be going there soon!”
Dean didn't say anything about their father's ability to keep promises. He just looked at Sam, and tried not to give in.
“I'm sorry baby boy,” Dean stroked Sam's hair back away from his face. “We can't have a kitten. Maybe when you're older and have your own house, then you can have all the pets you want. Just hang on.”
“Okay,” Sam nodded sadly and turned away. Dean hated putting that look on his brother's face, but it was necessary. They couldn't have pets, not with their lifestyle.
Didn't mean it didn't suck, though.
Looking around, Dean spotted them after a minute. There, half hidden behind a dumpster, was a mass of fur. Heading closer, Dean saw that there was a grown cat that looked to be dead, a few small furry bodies that were completely still, and two mewling kittens that looked at least halfway to their graves.
It only took a second for Dean to decide, and he scooped up the two living kittens. They both fit in one of his hands, and he stared down at them. One was a tortoise-shell, which immediately tried to suck on his finger. The other was pure grey, and stayed where it was, shivering in his palm.
“Aw, hell.”
~*~
“Shouldn't Dean be back by now?” Sam asked, fretting a little. Castiel just pushed him back onto his pillows and frowned at him.
“He will be back when he is back. If he finds you out of bed he will not be happy. Sleep, you stubborn man.”
Sam grinned a little at that, and allowed himself to be pushed around. He worried about Dean whenever he left the bunker, even though he knew there was no point. It was just ingrained, as he was sure it was with Dean to worry about him.
It was getting late though, and he'd been sure that Dean would be back by now. Dean hated the crowds that were sure to be out today.
Eventually Sam was woken from the doze he'd fallen into when he heard Dean and Castiel talking. Well, he could hear Dean talking - Castiel's voice at this distance was just a low hum. After all, Sam was much more accustomed to listening for Dean's voice, whether for instructions on a hunt or for a feeling of safety during the bad times.
“I know Cas, I know,” Dean was saying. “Look, just follow the instructions to set up the tree. It's not that hard. I'm gonna go see him.” A pause, and Castiel's rumble. “No, I'm not wrapping these. I'm just gonna give them to him.” Another pause. “I don't care if it's traditional. Just... just give us a few minutes, will you?”
Cas must have agreed, because the next thing Sam heard was Dean's footsteps coming towards his room. The door was pushed open, and Dean stuck his head around it to look at him.
“Hey, you're awake. Cool.” With that he entered the room properly, holding something in his arms. Sam couldn't see what it was from this angle, but didn't try to sit up - Dean would just get annoyed at him again.
“You were gone a while,” Sam pointed out as Dean got closer. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just found a present for you.” With that, Dean sat on the edge of the bed, then reached out and put his cargo on Sam's chest.
Sam's heart melted as he looked down at two tiny kittens, looking up at him with their big trusting eyes.
“Dean, where...”
“Found them,” Dean easily cut him off. “Had to take 'em to the vet, make sure they weren't rabid or anything. Got the stuff to take care of them too, so you can be their mother or whatever.” Even as Dean was teasing him gently, Sam could see that Dean was fighting a blush. It was adorable, and Sam smiled up at his brother.
“You remembered, didn't you,” Sam said. “What you told me when we were kids, about how I could have pets when I had my own place?”
Dean just blushed harder and got up, leaving without another word. Sam let out a light chuckle, then glanced down at the kittens who were still staring at him.
“Don't worry guys,” he reassured them. “I speak Dean-ese. It just means he loves me.”
~*~
(And bonus crappy Kitty-pic)