SPN FIC - Shopping
I couldn't resist. Could. Not. Resist. This had "Dean" written all over it. And yes, I bought one, because I had to know how it worked.
CHARACTERS: Dean and Sam
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
LENGTH: 511 words
SHOPPING
By Carol Davis
Sam learned a long time ago to be afraid of the kind of grin Dean's wearing as he… God, he's practically skipping across the parking lot. He's carrying a bag, so yeah, he bought something, and the grip he's using says he honestly thinks somebody might try to snatch the bag away from him.
Target doesn't sell porn, so that's not a possibility. Unfortunately, a lot of other options are wide open.
"What?" Sam asks his brother wearily as Dean swings open the driver's door.
"Duuuuude."
There's too much glee in that one word for there to be anything good on the horizon. A headache's starting to take root behind Sam's eyes as Dean settles into the driver's seat and pulls the door shut.
Then Dean actually begins to cackle.
No, this isn't good. This isn't good at all.
"What is it?" Sam asks softly, thinking, Just get it over with.
Dean never needs much more of an opening than that. Beaming, he fishes in the plastic bag, tosses a three-pack of Hanes briefs into Sam's lap, then produces an item he waggles in front of Sam's nose.
"Dude," he chortles.
Sam has to draw his head back a little to make out what the package says. There's a small picture of Harrison Ford in classic Indy regalia on the front. Indy's brandishing his whip and grinning, much like Dean. Except that Dean's holding a toothbrush, not a whip. "What -" Sam puzzles.
"Turbo Tooth Tunes," Dean reads. "A Present For Your Teeth."
"Uh…huh."
"Sammy, man. It plays the freakin' Indiana Jones theme."
"And you needed this…why?"
"Dude," Dean says stubbornly. "It plays the Indiana Jones theme. 'Sound vibrations stream from the bristles through your teeth - so you hear the music in your head!' With improved sound technology."
"How much was it?"
That prompts a broad and almost hilarious scowl. "It's my money. I won it. Can buy what I want."
"Seriously," Sam says. "Are you five?"
Still scowling, Dean fishes in the bag and produces a plain red toothbrush that he drops in Sam's lap on top of the underwear. "Go ahead. Be boring." Then, his Tooth Tunes safely clutched in his right hand, he starts the car and guns it backward out of the parking space.
He follows that with three hours and forty-eight minutes of silence.
A little after ten o'clock, he makes a show of disappearing into the bathroom. Water runs in the sink.
Then, Sam can hear a muffled version of the Raiders of the Lost Ark opening march.
Which is sort of…well, fun.
They don't have a lot of fun. Not any more.
Sam’s shaking his head, smiling a little in spite of himself as he tries to focus on a webpage devoted to ancient Chinese spirit legends, when Dean appears in the bathroom doorway, mouth surrounded with white foam as if he’s rabid. "You’re a fucktard, you know that?" Dean announces.
And sends something sailing through the air that strikes Sam smack in the middle of his chest.
It’s another Tooth Tunes, still in the package.
"Grow a sense of humor," Dean says archly. "And come brush your damn teeth."
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(For anybody who's curious ... take a look.)
CHARACTERS: Dean and Sam
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
LENGTH: 511 words
SHOPPING
By Carol Davis
Sam learned a long time ago to be afraid of the kind of grin Dean's wearing as he… God, he's practically skipping across the parking lot. He's carrying a bag, so yeah, he bought something, and the grip he's using says he honestly thinks somebody might try to snatch the bag away from him.
Target doesn't sell porn, so that's not a possibility. Unfortunately, a lot of other options are wide open.
"What?" Sam asks his brother wearily as Dean swings open the driver's door.
"Duuuuude."
There's too much glee in that one word for there to be anything good on the horizon. A headache's starting to take root behind Sam's eyes as Dean settles into the driver's seat and pulls the door shut.
Then Dean actually begins to cackle.
No, this isn't good. This isn't good at all.
"What is it?" Sam asks softly, thinking, Just get it over with.
Dean never needs much more of an opening than that. Beaming, he fishes in the plastic bag, tosses a three-pack of Hanes briefs into Sam's lap, then produces an item he waggles in front of Sam's nose.
"Dude," he chortles.
Sam has to draw his head back a little to make out what the package says. There's a small picture of Harrison Ford in classic Indy regalia on the front. Indy's brandishing his whip and grinning, much like Dean. Except that Dean's holding a toothbrush, not a whip. "What -" Sam puzzles.
"Turbo Tooth Tunes," Dean reads. "A Present For Your Teeth."
"Uh…huh."
"Sammy, man. It plays the freakin' Indiana Jones theme."
"And you needed this…why?"
"Dude," Dean says stubbornly. "It plays the Indiana Jones theme. 'Sound vibrations stream from the bristles through your teeth - so you hear the music in your head!' With improved sound technology."
"How much was it?"
That prompts a broad and almost hilarious scowl. "It's my money. I won it. Can buy what I want."
"Seriously," Sam says. "Are you five?"
Still scowling, Dean fishes in the bag and produces a plain red toothbrush that he drops in Sam's lap on top of the underwear. "Go ahead. Be boring." Then, his Tooth Tunes safely clutched in his right hand, he starts the car and guns it backward out of the parking space.
He follows that with three hours and forty-eight minutes of silence.
A little after ten o'clock, he makes a show of disappearing into the bathroom. Water runs in the sink.
Then, Sam can hear a muffled version of the Raiders of the Lost Ark opening march.
Which is sort of…well, fun.
They don't have a lot of fun. Not any more.
Sam’s shaking his head, smiling a little in spite of himself as he tries to focus on a webpage devoted to ancient Chinese spirit legends, when Dean appears in the bathroom doorway, mouth surrounded with white foam as if he’s rabid. "You’re a fucktard, you know that?" Dean announces.
And sends something sailing through the air that strikes Sam smack in the middle of his chest.
It’s another Tooth Tunes, still in the package.
"Grow a sense of humor," Dean says archly. "And come brush your damn teeth."
* * * * *
(For anybody who's curious ... take a look.)