SPN FIC - I Do So. Jerk.
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blucasbabe -- this one's for you! An early chapter in the Sammy The Good Boyfriend saga. (With thanks to Andreas for the awesome GG promo shots.)
That was the thing. Something working for Dean didn’t necessarily mean it worked for anybody else in the world.
Characters: Dean (16) and Sam (12)
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Length: 625 words
I DO SO. JERK.
By Carol Davis
“I have a girlfriend,” Sam announced.
Dean turned around and fixed Sam with a steely glare. At least, “steely” was probably what Dean was aiming for. The actual expression made him look like Snoopy doing the vulture routine on top of his doghouse, so much so that Sam had to swallow his mouthful of instant mashed potatoes carefully to avoid choking on them.
“Like so much crap you have a girlfriend,” Dean replied, except “steely” was starting to morph pretty rapidly into “I’m trying to cut a loaf but it feels like a brick and God I hate when that happens.”
“Whatever.”
“You’re so full of it, man.”
Sam forked up some more potatoes. “Like I said. Whatever.”
“Is this like the invisible friend you had when you were three?”
“I never had an invisible friend.”
“Herman.”
“Yeah, now who’s high? Herman? Where are you getting that from?”
“The Munsters. You said Herman lived in your freakin’ closet. And he protected you from the bad stuff.”
“Whatever,” Sam groaned.
“We’ve been in this town four days. How’d you hook up that fast?”
“Natural charm,” Sam said around the new mouthful of potatoes.
“You kiss her?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
This was the tough part of the conversation. Not that they’d exactly had this conversation before, but they’d had plenty of ones like it. And this was the part where, if Sam didn’t hang on to the upper hand, he’d be at Dean’s mercy for…years. So he couldn’t say, I haven’t talked to her yet. I pretty much just look at her from the other side of the room. In a tone as matter-of-fact as he could make it, he told his brother, “I’m waiting for…it to be romantic.”
“Romantic,” Dean said dryly.
“Yeah. What’s wrong with that?”
“Like, candles and soft music? Dude. Just kiss her.”
“You mean like you?”
Dean pulled the combination eye-roll-with-snort and reached for the carton of milk. That had been another whole conversation: Dean’s abrupt decision that Sam needed more calcium “for growing bones and teeth.” To which Sam had responded, “I will if you will.” Enjoying Dean’s obvious disgust with milk was so very worth the lectures prompted by Dean’s fascination with his health teacher and every golden word that spilled out of her mouth.
Her very awesome mouth, according to Dean. A mouth that just begged to…
Well.
“If it works, it works, Sammy,” Dean replied.
That was the thing. Something working for Dean didn’t necessarily mean it worked for anybody else in the world.
“I’m twelve,” Sam said glumly.
“And?”
“I’m twelve.”
Dean kept his eyes on Sam the whole time he was drinking his glass of milk. To Sam’s fascination, he almost looked like he was starting to enjoy the stuff. Which was sort of believable, because when it was really cold, it wasn’t all that bad. There were things in the world that were a lot worse. And which could be even worse than that if Sam didn’t…
Well, if he didn’t have a big brother to help him with things.
Even if Dean was full of crap half the time.
“No rush,” Dean said with a shrug as he set down the empty glass. “Dad said we’ll be here for a while. Could be a few months. That’ll give you time to work up to saying hello.”
Sam looked at him, frowning, waiting for the wiseass remark that was sure to follow. Something along the line of, “I’ll make up flash cards for you.”
But Dean didn’t say that.
Instead, he looked across the table at Sam like Sam didn’t even come close to making him want to puke.
And he said, quietly, “I bet she’s nice, huh?”
“Yeah,” Sam said. “She kind of is.”
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blucasbabe -- this one's for you! An early chapter in the Sammy The Good Boyfriend saga. (With thanks to Andreas for the awesome GG promo shots.)
That was the thing. Something working for Dean didn’t necessarily mean it worked for anybody else in the world.
Characters: Dean (16) and Sam (12)
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Length: 625 words
I DO SO. JERK.
By Carol Davis
“I have a girlfriend,” Sam announced.
Dean turned around and fixed Sam with a steely glare. At least, “steely” was probably what Dean was aiming for. The actual expression made him look like Snoopy doing the vulture routine on top of his doghouse, so much so that Sam had to swallow his mouthful of instant mashed potatoes carefully to avoid choking on them.
“Like so much crap you have a girlfriend,” Dean replied, except “steely” was starting to morph pretty rapidly into “I’m trying to cut a loaf but it feels like a brick and God I hate when that happens.”
“Whatever.”
“You’re so full of it, man.”
Sam forked up some more potatoes. “Like I said. Whatever.”
“Is this like the invisible friend you had when you were three?”
“I never had an invisible friend.”
“Herman.”
“Yeah, now who’s high? Herman? Where are you getting that from?”
“The Munsters. You said Herman lived in your freakin’ closet. And he protected you from the bad stuff.”
“Whatever,” Sam groaned.
“We’ve been in this town four days. How’d you hook up that fast?”
“Natural charm,” Sam said around the new mouthful of potatoes.
“You kiss her?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
This was the tough part of the conversation. Not that they’d exactly had this conversation before, but they’d had plenty of ones like it. And this was the part where, if Sam didn’t hang on to the upper hand, he’d be at Dean’s mercy for…years. So he couldn’t say, I haven’t talked to her yet. I pretty much just look at her from the other side of the room. In a tone as matter-of-fact as he could make it, he told his brother, “I’m waiting for…it to be romantic.”
“Romantic,” Dean said dryly.
“Yeah. What’s wrong with that?”
“Like, candles and soft music? Dude. Just kiss her.”
“You mean like you?”
Dean pulled the combination eye-roll-with-snort and reached for the carton of milk. That had been another whole conversation: Dean’s abrupt decision that Sam needed more calcium “for growing bones and teeth.” To which Sam had responded, “I will if you will.” Enjoying Dean’s obvious disgust with milk was so very worth the lectures prompted by Dean’s fascination with his health teacher and every golden word that spilled out of her mouth.
Her very awesome mouth, according to Dean. A mouth that just begged to…
Well.
“If it works, it works, Sammy,” Dean replied.
That was the thing. Something working for Dean didn’t necessarily mean it worked for anybody else in the world.
“I’m twelve,” Sam said glumly.
“And?”
“I’m twelve.”
Dean kept his eyes on Sam the whole time he was drinking his glass of milk. To Sam’s fascination, he almost looked like he was starting to enjoy the stuff. Which was sort of believable, because when it was really cold, it wasn’t all that bad. There were things in the world that were a lot worse. And which could be even worse than that if Sam didn’t…
Well, if he didn’t have a big brother to help him with things.
Even if Dean was full of crap half the time.
“No rush,” Dean said with a shrug as he set down the empty glass. “Dad said we’ll be here for a while. Could be a few months. That’ll give you time to work up to saying hello.”
Sam looked at him, frowning, waiting for the wiseass remark that was sure to follow. Something along the line of, “I’ll make up flash cards for you.”
But Dean didn’t say that.
Instead, he looked across the table at Sam like Sam didn’t even come close to making him want to puke.
And he said, quietly, “I bet she’s nice, huh?”
“Yeah,” Sam said. “She kind of is.”
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