SPN Fic: Free Juice
Title: Free Juice
Author: mad_server
Rating: PG13
Characters: Sam, Dean
Pairing: Sam/cookies
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 400
Summary: Dean scores some free juice at a blood drive.
A/N: For prufrock_26 on her prompt.
"You see blood all the time," Sam says, his voice low and amused.
"This is different."
"How is this different?"
Dean fingers the edge of the glass plate of cookies on the table between them. They're crunchy cookies, cookies from a box. He spins the plate a quarter of a turn.
"You should have one of those," Sam says, shifting as a staff member with a lanyard of ID tags brushes past him. "You're still all..." He waves at his own face. "Zombie-ish."
Dean huffs. "I'll zombie you." He watches Sam hunt a cream-filled biscuit out of the pile and stuff it into his mouth. Sam chews noisily, exhales through his nose.
Dean rubs his chilly fingers together, tugs the edges of his dark blue fleecy blanket tighter around his shoulders. Sam frowns, concerned, and licks the corner of his lips. "All right, seriously. At least drink your juice."
Dean considers the grape drink box resting at his elbow, beside a sticky orange spot and a cluster of crumbs. He sighs and picks the plastic-wrapped straw off the container.
Sam fits two chocolate chip cookies into his mouth at the same time while Dean pokes the straw free of is crinkly sheath. He unbends its accordion curve and stabs the tube down through the box's tiny foil hole. Purple liquid rises up to color half the straw, then recedes.
Dean lifts his juice box in a toast as Sam licks the inside of a generic-brand Oreo. "To free medical supplies," he says, as Sam raises the bare shells of his cookie to reciprocate. Dean sucks up the sugary water, watching the container collapse in his hand. It bubbles and squeaks as he drains it, then expands partway again with a gurgle as he releases the straw from his mouth.
He stands, feeling light and receptive. "Ready?"
Sam slips six cookies into his pockets and gets up, shouldering their duffle.
"Feeling better?" a nurse asks, stepping away from her blood donor to check on Dean.
"Hunky dory," he smiles, taking a deep breath and letting it out.
"It must be terrible, with your sensitivity."
"Oh," he chuckles. "I'm sure I'll get used to it."
"He's very adaptable," Sam says, shifting his own ID lanyard to brush crumbs off his shirt.
"Well," the nurse says, glancing back at her station. "Good luck with the clinic."
Dean licks his grapey lips. "Who needs luck when there's free juice?"
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Author: mad_server
Rating: PG13
Characters: Sam, Dean
Pairing: Sam/cookies
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 400
Summary: Dean scores some free juice at a blood drive.
A/N: For prufrock_26 on her prompt.
"You see blood all the time," Sam says, his voice low and amused.
"This is different."
"How is this different?"
Dean fingers the edge of the glass plate of cookies on the table between them. They're crunchy cookies, cookies from a box. He spins the plate a quarter of a turn.
"You should have one of those," Sam says, shifting as a staff member with a lanyard of ID tags brushes past him. "You're still all..." He waves at his own face. "Zombie-ish."
Dean huffs. "I'll zombie you." He watches Sam hunt a cream-filled biscuit out of the pile and stuff it into his mouth. Sam chews noisily, exhales through his nose.
Dean rubs his chilly fingers together, tugs the edges of his dark blue fleecy blanket tighter around his shoulders. Sam frowns, concerned, and licks the corner of his lips. "All right, seriously. At least drink your juice."
Dean considers the grape drink box resting at his elbow, beside a sticky orange spot and a cluster of crumbs. He sighs and picks the plastic-wrapped straw off the container.
Sam fits two chocolate chip cookies into his mouth at the same time while Dean pokes the straw free of is crinkly sheath. He unbends its accordion curve and stabs the tube down through the box's tiny foil hole. Purple liquid rises up to color half the straw, then recedes.
Dean lifts his juice box in a toast as Sam licks the inside of a generic-brand Oreo. "To free medical supplies," he says, as Sam raises the bare shells of his cookie to reciprocate. Dean sucks up the sugary water, watching the container collapse in his hand. It bubbles and squeaks as he drains it, then expands partway again with a gurgle as he releases the straw from his mouth.
He stands, feeling light and receptive. "Ready?"
Sam slips six cookies into his pockets and gets up, shouldering their duffle.
"Feeling better?" a nurse asks, stepping away from her blood donor to check on Dean.
"Hunky dory," he smiles, taking a deep breath and letting it out.
"It must be terrible, with your sensitivity."
"Oh," he chuckles. "I'm sure I'll get used to it."
"He's very adaptable," Sam says, shifting his own ID lanyard to brush crumbs off his shirt.
"Well," the nurse says, glancing back at her station. "Good luck with the clinic."
Dean licks his grapey lips. "Who needs luck when there's free juice?"
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