SPN FIC - Court of Last Resort
Supposing two things: that we tinker with the timeline enough to allow the boys to watch the finale of Harper's Island. And that Dean agrees with me. (Not spoilery for HI, and no need to have seen the show or know anything about it in order to read.)
CHARACTERS: Sam and Dean
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG, for a wee bit of adult concepts
SPOILERS: lil' bit for The Monster at the End of This Book
LENGTH: 200 words
COURT OF LAST RESORT
By Carol Davis
"Hey!" Sam bleats as Dean punches the Power button and sends the TV into blank-faced silence. "I was watching that."
"It's stupid."
"Dude. I sat through Teenage Cat Girls in Heat with you."
"That had naked chicks," Dean says stubbornly.
"This had -" Sam begins, and realizes he has to settle for an almost. "Chicks in underwear."
"Still stupid."
Dean squirms around in his bed. Punches his pillows into shape. Starts to settle in for sleep. And he's still got the remote.
"How am I gonna know how it ends?" Sam grouses.
Dean's gaze shifts over to the table by the window, where Sam left the laptop. "Internet," he says, like he's totally finished discussing the situation.
Internet.
Okay.
Then Sam remembers the last time he investigated the part of the Internet where the people who'll be chatting about the end of Harper's Island reside.
The ones who talk about…Limp!Sam.
And Sam Whumpage.
And…licking him.
His face is quivering itself into a grimace as he reaches out and switches off the bedside lamp.
"Thought so," Dean says in the tone that means G'night, Sammy.
Sam lies there shuddering for a moment, then sighs the "Yeah" that means Good night, Dean.
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CHARACTERS: Sam and Dean
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG, for a wee bit of adult concepts
SPOILERS: lil' bit for The Monster at the End of This Book
LENGTH: 200 words
COURT OF LAST RESORT
By Carol Davis
"Hey!" Sam bleats as Dean punches the Power button and sends the TV into blank-faced silence. "I was watching that."
"It's stupid."
"Dude. I sat through Teenage Cat Girls in Heat with you."
"That had naked chicks," Dean says stubbornly.
"This had -" Sam begins, and realizes he has to settle for an almost. "Chicks in underwear."
"Still stupid."
Dean squirms around in his bed. Punches his pillows into shape. Starts to settle in for sleep. And he's still got the remote.
"How am I gonna know how it ends?" Sam grouses.
Dean's gaze shifts over to the table by the window, where Sam left the laptop. "Internet," he says, like he's totally finished discussing the situation.
Internet.
Okay.
Then Sam remembers the last time he investigated the part of the Internet where the people who'll be chatting about the end of Harper's Island reside.
The ones who talk about…Limp!Sam.
And Sam Whumpage.
And…licking him.
His face is quivering itself into a grimace as he reaches out and switches off the bedside lamp.
"Thought so," Dean says in the tone that means G'night, Sammy.
Sam lies there shuddering for a moment, then sighs the "Yeah" that means Good night, Dean.
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