SPN FIC - Assorted drabbles
This is a collection of drabbles I've done over the past few months as birthday gifts for various friends. Hope you enjoy.
The Weechesters…
GEOGRAPHY
"You can't find Russia on a map."
Screw you, Dean thinks. He's tired of crap like this from Sammy. From a 12-year-old who doesn't know a radiator cap from a hole in the wall. "I can find Vegas without a map," he replies. "Which is a lot more relevant to my life than Russia. Why would I need to find Russia?"
Sammy opens his mouth, then closes it. He hasn't got a good answer - which is what Dean expected.
What Dean was hoping for, at least.
"That's what I figured," Dean tells his brother, and goes back to watching TV.
Sam and Jess…
FOOD COURT
There's a young couple standing over at Zales, not far from where Sam is sitting, finishing his Coke and waiting for Jess to come back from the ladies' room. Their arms are slung around each other's waists as they study the diamond rings, and when they speak to the salesman, Sam can hear the joy in their voices.
He and Jess will be there someday soon. Or maybe he'll try it alone, and surprise her with the ring and the question.
He's smiling when she returns to their table. "Did you miss me?" she teases.
"Yeah," he replies. "I did."
Sam and Dean, post 4.05
I DON'T DO SHORTS
"It's random," Dean says.
He's ignored the situation up to now, because there was a shapeshifter to gank and a (seriously hot) barwench to rescue. And…yeah. He might have been fried like a cheeseburger, if you figure that big handle wasn't just for show. But that's over now. Shapeshifter's dead, damsel's been saved.
And he's wearing freaking lederhosen.
"It's totally random," he says to Sam's back. "And…freaky. I saw the movie. That Harker guy didn't wear…this."
Sam's grinning. Dean badly wants to kick his ass.
Then Jamie says softly, "I could help you. Take them off."
Well.
All right, then.
Sam and Dean, post 4.07
REMAINS
Five days after Halloween, Dean gets the last of the egg off his car.
Sam's standing nearby, watching him buff a smudge off the hood, and when Dean shifts his weight, chamois balled in his fist, Sam offers mildly, "Maybe Uriel could do some selective smiting."
Some days they can find the rhythm, the shared language that makes them brothers. This isn't one of those days.
On days like this, it seems like Sammy has been scrubbed away - because he doesn't belong here. Like those smears of egg on the car.
"Not funny, Sam," Dean murmurs. "Not even remotely funny."
Sam and Dean - because you have to cross things off that "To Do" list…
PERSUASION
"It's a hundred and fifty-nine bucks."
"Each."
"Then it's three hundred and eighteen bucks. You walked away from five hundred."
When Sam goes back to eating his burger, Dean sighs softly, then leans in to renew his assault. "Come on, man. Midnight buffet. Casino. Chicks in bikinis."
Sam raises a brow.
"World's gonna end," Dean says mournfully. "I don't wanna go out without -"
"You want to go on a cruise."
"Three days, man. It's three days."
When he turns on that look, Dean could charm Lucifer himself. For all they know, he might have to.
"Okay," Sam concedes. "Okay."
Yeah, the Apocalypse is coming. But some things are worse than the end of the world…
GEEKERY
"What d'you mean, it's closed?"
"It's not open. Is that unclear?"
"How could they close it? I mean… Dude. Star Trek Experience. It's a landmark."
Sam hasn't even looked up from his book. "I imagine it wasn't generating an adequate revenue stream."
That leave Dean momentarily speechless. Then he sputters, "Jesus. How are you not that guy?"
Finally, Sam raises his head. "What guy?"
"The king of all geeks. You said you weren't that guy any more. 'Adequate revenue stream'? What is that?"
Sam shakes his head and returns to his research.
Screw him. He is so still that guy.
Hope Verse - Dean and Morgan
SANTA BABY
"You coming out of there? Ever?" Dean sighs.
He's ready to drag Morgan out of the bathroom when the door opens and she pads out barefoot.
Wearing a fur coat he's never seen before.
"What -" he sputters.
She taps a button on the CD player. A beat, then that song starts to play. The one that's given him a boner every time he's heard it since sixth grade. Smiling, Morgan perches on the edge of the bed and lets the coat slide open.
She's naked underneath.
And she's gonna sing him that song.
Best freaking Christmas ever, he thinks.
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