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Title: The Art of the Deal
Author: notyourstarx0
Characters:Sam, Dean
Rating: G, perfectly G
Spoilers: None, mentions of 4x12
Word Count: 454
Author's Note: For jelost in this month's spn_buddy exchange, no copyright infringement intended, blah blah blah
“Hey Sam, “ Dean lifted a pack of cards in his brother’s view, waving them, “Play a hand?”
Sam exhaled a long-held breath and shook his head, “Dude, let it go.”
“What? What did I do?”
“The whole… magic thing! It was a phase, okay?”
“I asked you if you wanted to play cards, not resurrect The Great Sambino.”
Sam narrowed his eyes, “That wasn’t even… nevermind.”
“Do you want to tell me what the hell’s got your panties in a twist today or are you just going to go around moping?”
Save for the “Do we really want to be doing this when we’re old men?” question that had been weighing too heavily on their minds for the past day or so, Dean thought all was going pretty well between his brother and himself. No monumental blow-outs, little bickering, and, for Dean’s sake, no waking up to an angel perched on his bed. Sam, on the other hand, was abnormally quiet today. And touchy, too.
“I’m fine.”
“Good,” Dean beckoned him over to the table, “then let’s play. What’ll it be? Go Fish?”
“Dean, shouldn’t we be looking for another case?” He motioned to the laptop splayed open in front of him, “We can’t stay here forever.”
He decided to humor him, “Find anything?”
“…No.”
“Figured.” He nodded towards the window and the world on the other side, drenched in two days worth of rain, “And it’s like a monsoon out there. Plus, the room’s already paid for an extra day. What’s the rush?”
Sam sighed, conceding to his brother’s innocent request with a nod, “No more magic trick jokes, okay?”
He shuffled the fresh deck of cards once or twice before divvying them into two piles; one for himself and one for Sam, “Whatever, man. I think you could’ve made something out of yourself with that. Plus, you know,” he shrugged, “doesn’t take as long as law school.”
Sam, having finally moved from the bed, pulled the second chair out from under the table to sit down and smiled wryly, collecting the mess of cards into his hands, “You’re right about that.” He paused then, his gaze suddenly taking note of the excess cards fanned out across the tabletop, “Seriously?”
Dean looked up, “What?”
“Go Fish? There’s nothing less… seven-year-old we can play?”
“Shut up.”
“All right, all right,” Sam’s eyes scanned the suits in his hand before making his selection, “Seven of spades?”
Dean shook his head, “Nope. Go fish.” Content in knowing that he’d be happy to do this with his brother when they were old and too arthritic to do much else, he watched as Sam made the hopeful reach for a matching card and smiled to himself, “Bitch.”
Author: notyourstarx0
Characters:Sam, Dean
Rating: G, perfectly G
Spoilers: None, mentions of 4x12
Word Count: 454
Author's Note: For jelost in this month's spn_buddy exchange, no copyright infringement intended, blah blah blah
“Hey Sam, “ Dean lifted a pack of cards in his brother’s view, waving them, “Play a hand?”
Sam exhaled a long-held breath and shook his head, “Dude, let it go.”
“What? What did I do?”
“The whole… magic thing! It was a phase, okay?”
“I asked you if you wanted to play cards, not resurrect The Great Sambino.”
Sam narrowed his eyes, “That wasn’t even… nevermind.”
“Do you want to tell me what the hell’s got your panties in a twist today or are you just going to go around moping?”
Save for the “Do we really want to be doing this when we’re old men?” question that had been weighing too heavily on their minds for the past day or so, Dean thought all was going pretty well between his brother and himself. No monumental blow-outs, little bickering, and, for Dean’s sake, no waking up to an angel perched on his bed. Sam, on the other hand, was abnormally quiet today. And touchy, too.
“I’m fine.”
“Good,” Dean beckoned him over to the table, “then let’s play. What’ll it be? Go Fish?”
“Dean, shouldn’t we be looking for another case?” He motioned to the laptop splayed open in front of him, “We can’t stay here forever.”
He decided to humor him, “Find anything?”
“…No.”
“Figured.” He nodded towards the window and the world on the other side, drenched in two days worth of rain, “And it’s like a monsoon out there. Plus, the room’s already paid for an extra day. What’s the rush?”
Sam sighed, conceding to his brother’s innocent request with a nod, “No more magic trick jokes, okay?”
He shuffled the fresh deck of cards once or twice before divvying them into two piles; one for himself and one for Sam, “Whatever, man. I think you could’ve made something out of yourself with that. Plus, you know,” he shrugged, “doesn’t take as long as law school.”
Sam, having finally moved from the bed, pulled the second chair out from under the table to sit down and smiled wryly, collecting the mess of cards into his hands, “You’re right about that.” He paused then, his gaze suddenly taking note of the excess cards fanned out across the tabletop, “Seriously?”
Dean looked up, “What?”
“Go Fish? There’s nothing less… seven-year-old we can play?”
“Shut up.”
“All right, all right,” Sam’s eyes scanned the suits in his hand before making his selection, “Seven of spades?”
Dean shook his head, “Nope. Go fish.” Content in knowing that he’d be happy to do this with his brother when they were old and too arthritic to do much else, he watched as Sam made the hopeful reach for a matching card and smiled to himself, “Bitch.”