That's all I needed to know, kid.
This is just a little something-something I wrote out this afternoon. I don't even know if it could/would be D A R K canon, I merely felt like seeing it written down. It's a scenario I had in my head, is all.
Dean, Sam, Alec [R?] - Whatever satisfies the soul is truth
Unbeta'd, so be gentle.
The diner was quiet this time of morning, and Sam was glad. The coffee wasn't too bad either, and both him and Dean sat drinking in silence, reading the morning papers. Sam was reading the political pages, while Dean was probably scanning every other page for a possible hunt. This was good, this they knew. Dean was getting itchy as hell, staying in Seattle for as long as they had already.
Sipping from his coffee again, Sam frowned as a slight buzzing and the sound of Mozart's Symphony No. 5 (he really needed to change his ringtone, and soon) floated through the diner's air, and he retrieved his cell from his pocket. And stared. And stared. And stared some more, but the caller ID remained the same.
"You goin' to answer that?"
Startled, Sam looked up to see his older brother staring back at him, sipping from his own coffee.
"Uhm."
Eyes drifting down to the phone again, he cringed as the thing kept blinking Alec, Alec, Alec at him.
"It's just that, you know, the one I told you about last night?" Sam answered, looking back at Dean, hoping he wouldn't have to pick up. Sam came back late the night before, lips still tingling and kissed raw, and Dean had clapped him on the shoulder, asking who the lucky girl had been. Sam had muttered Just some pretty little thing and fell asleep with the memory of rough hands and rougher lips still on his skin. Pretty little thing, indeed.
"Well, don't leave her hanging, answer that thing already. S'giving me a headache."
Sam puffed out a breath, flipping his cell open.
"Yeah?"
"Hiya buddy, took you long enough!"
Ignoring the slight pull at the corner of his lips, Sam sank down a bit in their booth, letting Alec's voice wash over him and enjoying the effect it had. No, he was not some girl with a crush, thank you very much.
"Hey. Yeah, sorry 'bout that, was kinda busy."
He flipped Dean the finger as his brother rolled his eyes, mouthing Weak at Sam, and returned his attention to his phone.
"So what you callin' for? Everything okay?"
"Everything okay, 'cept for the slight wince in my ass every time I take a step. I swear to whatever, Sam, the fucking's great, but you think you could hold it back a bit next time? Least untill we find an actual bed or something, cause damn, what were you on last night? Not that I'm complaining, I'm down with that wall thing you seem to have and that was one hell of an orgasm, still surprised we didn't wake the whole neighbourhood, cause you are one loud son of a bitch."
In one split second Sam went from half-hard (yes, just because of Alec's voice, which still does not make him a girl, damn it all) to painfully hard, holding back an embarrassed yelp as he quickly glanced over to Dean, relieved to see the other still scanning the papers.
Getting up from the booth, he looked down in Dean's suprised face, pointing to the backdoor with his empty left hand, muttering "I'm just gonna take this outside for a second", and walked away.
"Sam? Yo, Sam, you still with me?"
He ignored Alec's questioning voice for the time being, slamming the backdoor closed behind him, and rounded the garbage cans before resting his back against the wall outside.
"The hell are you thinking, Alec?" Sam hissed into the phone, other hand pressing against his forehead. "Did the thought ever occur to you that I might not be alone, in public, or even in the company of my brother?"
He could practially feel the smirk in the answered "Well, yeah, kinda the point, y'know?" and huffed out another annoyed breath.
"Aw, come on Sam, don't be like that."
"Be like what?" Sam pressed his foot against the wall, pushing himself away from the bricks as he made a right turn, staring at the highway in the distance. "Frustrated, on edge, checkmated, discouraged, irked, unsated, stonewalled?" He could hit himself after the last one, and sure enough, there came the chuckle through his phone. "You're an ass, Alec."
"Be for real, Sam, that was an easy one."
"Stuff it, I'm trying to be serious here. Unlike you, calling me while I'm in the middle of a diner, trying to calmly drink a morning coffee with my brother, while reading up on my politics-" He pretended he didn't hear the gagging sound on the other end of the line, "-and generally having an okay time and feeling quite content, untill you call and start talking about last night's fuck when I'm sitting two thumbs away from Dean, and you start filling my head with mental images and whatnot, plus, did I, did I even mention the hard-on from Hell, cause I'm pretty sure I didn't, like I said, massive hard-on when I'm just trying to enjoy my morning without squirming in my fucking seat. So yeah, you're definitely an ass."
"And on the eight day, God invented breathing," Alec deadpanned, though Sam could hear the grin in the other's voice. "You busy tonight?"
Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he did that enough around Dean already. "I'll come by the apartment 'round nine."
"That's all I needed to know, kid."
Sam laughed. "Who you calling kid, kid?"
"Who says I'm thinking in terms of age here? When it comes to strenght, hell, I'm your superior."
"Only you would come up with a logic like that. I'll see you tonight."
"Yeah, later."
Flipping his phone shut, Sam made his way back inside, sitting down in the booth across Dean again.
"The talkative kind, huh?" Dean remarked with a raise of the eyebrows, and Sam had to think for a second before he smiled, scratching his hair as he glanced down.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, she is."
"So. What's she called?"
Sam didn't really look into the question an awful lot, mind already miles ahead as he tried to figure out what bus to take to arrive at Alec's close to nine o'clock.
"Uh, Patricia. M'going to the restroom for a sec, and then we can head on out, yeah?"
Sam didn't wait for an answer, already walking towards the back of the diner again, a slight jump in his step that wasn't there before.
---
Dean stared at Sam's cellphone, still lying on their table while Sam was finishing up in the restroom.
Patricia, huh.
Reaching out, he flipped the girly thing (cause really, it was) open, making it search for the name Patricia in the phonebook. Look out for Sammy, and come on, she could be dangerous, right? The cell beeped, and Dean frowned as the screen blinked No result at him. He shifted in his seat, hitting several buttons. By hand it was then.
The phonebook opened, and as Dean saw the name at the top, the very first name, he suddenly didn't feel like searching on at all. Fuck the alphabet.
He threw the cellphone back on the table, and leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face. Seemed like he and Sam needed another talk after all.
[Apologies to Cat if I raped her characters muchly XD]
Dean, Sam, Alec [R?] - Whatever satisfies the soul is truth
Unbeta'd, so be gentle.
The diner was quiet this time of morning, and Sam was glad. The coffee wasn't too bad either, and both him and Dean sat drinking in silence, reading the morning papers. Sam was reading the political pages, while Dean was probably scanning every other page for a possible hunt. This was good, this they knew. Dean was getting itchy as hell, staying in Seattle for as long as they had already.
Sipping from his coffee again, Sam frowned as a slight buzzing and the sound of Mozart's Symphony No. 5 (he really needed to change his ringtone, and soon) floated through the diner's air, and he retrieved his cell from his pocket. And stared. And stared. And stared some more, but the caller ID remained the same.
"You goin' to answer that?"
Startled, Sam looked up to see his older brother staring back at him, sipping from his own coffee.
"Uhm."
Eyes drifting down to the phone again, he cringed as the thing kept blinking Alec, Alec, Alec at him.
"It's just that, you know, the one I told you about last night?" Sam answered, looking back at Dean, hoping he wouldn't have to pick up. Sam came back late the night before, lips still tingling and kissed raw, and Dean had clapped him on the shoulder, asking who the lucky girl had been. Sam had muttered Just some pretty little thing and fell asleep with the memory of rough hands and rougher lips still on his skin. Pretty little thing, indeed.
"Well, don't leave her hanging, answer that thing already. S'giving me a headache."
Sam puffed out a breath, flipping his cell open.
"Yeah?"
"Hiya buddy, took you long enough!"
Ignoring the slight pull at the corner of his lips, Sam sank down a bit in their booth, letting Alec's voice wash over him and enjoying the effect it had. No, he was not some girl with a crush, thank you very much.
"Hey. Yeah, sorry 'bout that, was kinda busy."
He flipped Dean the finger as his brother rolled his eyes, mouthing Weak at Sam, and returned his attention to his phone.
"So what you callin' for? Everything okay?"
"Everything okay, 'cept for the slight wince in my ass every time I take a step. I swear to whatever, Sam, the fucking's great, but you think you could hold it back a bit next time? Least untill we find an actual bed or something, cause damn, what were you on last night? Not that I'm complaining, I'm down with that wall thing you seem to have and that was one hell of an orgasm, still surprised we didn't wake the whole neighbourhood, cause you are one loud son of a bitch."
In one split second Sam went from half-hard (yes, just because of Alec's voice, which still does not make him a girl, damn it all) to painfully hard, holding back an embarrassed yelp as he quickly glanced over to Dean, relieved to see the other still scanning the papers.
Getting up from the booth, he looked down in Dean's suprised face, pointing to the backdoor with his empty left hand, muttering "I'm just gonna take this outside for a second", and walked away.
"Sam? Yo, Sam, you still with me?"
He ignored Alec's questioning voice for the time being, slamming the backdoor closed behind him, and rounded the garbage cans before resting his back against the wall outside.
"The hell are you thinking, Alec?" Sam hissed into the phone, other hand pressing against his forehead. "Did the thought ever occur to you that I might not be alone, in public, or even in the company of my brother?"
He could practially feel the smirk in the answered "Well, yeah, kinda the point, y'know?" and huffed out another annoyed breath.
"Aw, come on Sam, don't be like that."
"Be like what?" Sam pressed his foot against the wall, pushing himself away from the bricks as he made a right turn, staring at the highway in the distance. "Frustrated, on edge, checkmated, discouraged, irked, unsated, stonewalled?" He could hit himself after the last one, and sure enough, there came the chuckle through his phone. "You're an ass, Alec."
"Be for real, Sam, that was an easy one."
"Stuff it, I'm trying to be serious here. Unlike you, calling me while I'm in the middle of a diner, trying to calmly drink a morning coffee with my brother, while reading up on my politics-" He pretended he didn't hear the gagging sound on the other end of the line, "-and generally having an okay time and feeling quite content, untill you call and start talking about last night's fuck when I'm sitting two thumbs away from Dean, and you start filling my head with mental images and whatnot, plus, did I, did I even mention the hard-on from Hell, cause I'm pretty sure I didn't, like I said, massive hard-on when I'm just trying to enjoy my morning without squirming in my fucking seat. So yeah, you're definitely an ass."
"And on the eight day, God invented breathing," Alec deadpanned, though Sam could hear the grin in the other's voice. "You busy tonight?"
Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he did that enough around Dean already. "I'll come by the apartment 'round nine."
"That's all I needed to know, kid."
Sam laughed. "Who you calling kid, kid?"
"Who says I'm thinking in terms of age here? When it comes to strenght, hell, I'm your superior."
"Only you would come up with a logic like that. I'll see you tonight."
"Yeah, later."
Flipping his phone shut, Sam made his way back inside, sitting down in the booth across Dean again.
"The talkative kind, huh?" Dean remarked with a raise of the eyebrows, and Sam had to think for a second before he smiled, scratching his hair as he glanced down.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, she is."
"So. What's she called?"
Sam didn't really look into the question an awful lot, mind already miles ahead as he tried to figure out what bus to take to arrive at Alec's close to nine o'clock.
"Uh, Patricia. M'going to the restroom for a sec, and then we can head on out, yeah?"
Sam didn't wait for an answer, already walking towards the back of the diner again, a slight jump in his step that wasn't there before.
---
Dean stared at Sam's cellphone, still lying on their table while Sam was finishing up in the restroom.
Patricia, huh.
Reaching out, he flipped the girly thing (cause really, it was) open, making it search for the name Patricia in the phonebook. Look out for Sammy, and come on, she could be dangerous, right? The cell beeped, and Dean frowned as the screen blinked No result at him. He shifted in his seat, hitting several buttons. By hand it was then.
The phonebook opened, and as Dean saw the name at the top, the very first name, he suddenly didn't feel like searching on at all. Fuck the alphabet.
He threw the cellphone back on the table, and leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face. Seemed like he and Sam needed another talk after all.
[Apologies to Cat if I raped her characters muchly XD]