Fic: A Supernatural Day
Title: A Supernatural Day
Author: Ebbtide
Series: Supernatural
Damn it, Sam. Dean leaned out the drivers side window of the Impala and shouted instructions at his younger brother.
Fuck that. Sam ignored the distant yells and decided to make his own path to the car.
Sam, why don't you ever listen. Dean gritted his teeth in anger and got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He made a wide motion with his arm and shouted something else.
Mind your own business. Sam saw his brother motioning to the left in a wide arc, but he looked away quickly and pretended that he hadn't seen. He would find a way out of this himself.
Come on already. Dean took a few steps forward, halting just before an invisible line. He shouted something derogatory.
That didn't take long. Sam shouted back something equally insulting.
I'm serious, man. Dean turned on his heel and leaned in the drivers window of the car, pulling out the keys, and then went to the locked trunk. He opened it.
Stupid ass. Sam saw his brother rummaging around in the trunk of the Impala and took a few more hurried steps forward before zig-zagging to the left and then back right. He tried to follow an imagined path as he traversed his way through the invisible danger.
Gotta do everything myself. Dean muttered curses under his breath as pulled out a bent, torn map scrawled across a piece of hotel stationary.
Wish he'd just give me a chance. Sam blew his long bangs out of his face, sweat beading across his forehead, as he took a long step forward and paused. He looked around himself in a circle, suddenly feeling very lost.
Here you go, smart ass. Dean attached the paper to the end of an arrow and then expertly shot it towards his brother.
Son of a bitch! Sam leaned down and picked up the arrow that had landed squarely between his feet. He pulled off the map and looked around again to get his bearings.
Hurry up already. Dean shifted nervously from one foot to another as he watched his brothers slow progress.
This is getting really old. Sam took a careful step forward, looked down at the map, took another step, looked down.
Get out of there already. Dean was ready to pull his hair out as his brother seemed to take only small baby steps forward.
Finally. Sam stepped across the invisible line and walked up to Dean, handing him back the map.
"Next time, you go into the mine field after the bones." He said.
"Next time, complete your research." Dean shot back with a frown.
"Jerk."
Sam walked around the car and slid into the passenger seat.
Dean slammed the trunk, closing his eyes in a flood of relief that his brother was still alive and breathing. Composing himself, he went to the drivers side and got into the Impala. Once behind he wheel he turned to his brother and smirked.
"Bitch."
THE END
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Author: Ebbtide
Series: Supernatural
Damn it, Sam. Dean leaned out the drivers side window of the Impala and shouted instructions at his younger brother.
Fuck that. Sam ignored the distant yells and decided to make his own path to the car.
Sam, why don't you ever listen. Dean gritted his teeth in anger and got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He made a wide motion with his arm and shouted something else.
Mind your own business. Sam saw his brother motioning to the left in a wide arc, but he looked away quickly and pretended that he hadn't seen. He would find a way out of this himself.
Come on already. Dean took a few steps forward, halting just before an invisible line. He shouted something derogatory.
That didn't take long. Sam shouted back something equally insulting.
I'm serious, man. Dean turned on his heel and leaned in the drivers window of the car, pulling out the keys, and then went to the locked trunk. He opened it.
Stupid ass. Sam saw his brother rummaging around in the trunk of the Impala and took a few more hurried steps forward before zig-zagging to the left and then back right. He tried to follow an imagined path as he traversed his way through the invisible danger.
Gotta do everything myself. Dean muttered curses under his breath as pulled out a bent, torn map scrawled across a piece of hotel stationary.
Wish he'd just give me a chance. Sam blew his long bangs out of his face, sweat beading across his forehead, as he took a long step forward and paused. He looked around himself in a circle, suddenly feeling very lost.
Here you go, smart ass. Dean attached the paper to the end of an arrow and then expertly shot it towards his brother.
Son of a bitch! Sam leaned down and picked up the arrow that had landed squarely between his feet. He pulled off the map and looked around again to get his bearings.
Hurry up already. Dean shifted nervously from one foot to another as he watched his brothers slow progress.
This is getting really old. Sam took a careful step forward, looked down at the map, took another step, looked down.
Get out of there already. Dean was ready to pull his hair out as his brother seemed to take only small baby steps forward.
Finally. Sam stepped across the invisible line and walked up to Dean, handing him back the map.
"Next time, you go into the mine field after the bones." He said.
"Next time, complete your research." Dean shot back with a frown.
"Jerk."
Sam walked around the car and slid into the passenger seat.
Dean slammed the trunk, closing his eyes in a flood of relief that his brother was still alive and breathing. Composing himself, he went to the drivers side and got into the Impala. Once behind he wheel he turned to his brother and smirked.
"Bitch."
THE END
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