Ficlet: Romantic Notions | SPN | Sam/Dean | R | 1/1
Title: Romantic Notions
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 475
Prompt: For autumnrae89 - Sam/Dean - romance
Summary: Dean agonizes over what to get Sam for his birthday.
Disclaimer: Kripke and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: This would be the ficlet I promised autumnrae89 weeks ago, to help her feel better. Gods, I'm lazy. Also, this takes place post-hell, sometime in S4, whenever Sam's b-day is. :p
Romantic Notions
Dean Winchester doesn't do romance.
Not in the flowers, dinner, and a movie sense, anyway. Sure, he's been known to show a girl a good time on occasion, make her feel special, but... but since this thing started with Sam, it hasn't exactly felt appropriate. No meaningless compliments, no token, thoughtless gifts, no long walks on the beach holding hands, and certainly no pet names beyond the few times Dean called Sam 'baby' in bed. That stuff just isn't them, and truth be told, it's all hollow anyway, so why would Dean want to bother with it?
Because tomorrow is Sam's twenty-sixth birthday, that's why.
It was bad enough having to miss Sam's last birthday, what with being otherwise occupied in Hell and all, but Dean will be damned - pun very much intended - if he lets the opportunity to make this one special slip by him.
So of course he's lying in bed, curled around his brother tightly, racking his brain for answers. It's not that he doesn't know Sam, what he would like; they're too close for that. No, it's that none of that feels like it would stand out against the backdrop of their life. An evening out at a bar? Happens at least twice a week. Pay-per-view or internet porn? Every other day if they're not on an active hunt. No, none of that's even remotely memorable, grand gesture and all that. Which leaves only romantic notions, girly crap that Sam would laugh at. Fancy restaurant? They'd do better to hit the nearest Outback for steaks. Dancing? Yeah, because Dean can see them blending in so well in a dance club or a gay bar. Romantic movie, where they can make out in the back of the theater? Ha!
And what about gifts? A new watch? A tie? Jewelry!? Each idea worse than the last. He even briefly considers buying rings for them both, something to show Sam he isn't going away again, before his higher brain functions kick back in and mentally throttle him for his panicked idiocy.
An hour passes as he tries to come up with better ideas. Two. Three. He knows he isn't gonna get any sleep like this, so he carefully disentangles himself from Sam and slips out of the bed, thinking he might get some insight from the internet. And if not, he can always find a free porn site and jack off before going back to bed.
In a seeming act of divine intervention, the second his behind hits the seat of the entirely-too-uncomfortable chair and the arm snaps off in his hand, it hits him.
With sudden visions of a four-star hotel, room service, gambling, and nudie shows dancing through his head, Dean grins widely and gets to work. He can't wait to see the look on Sam's face when he realizes they're headed for Vegas.
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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Word Count: 475
Prompt: For autumnrae89 - Sam/Dean - romance
Summary: Dean agonizes over what to get Sam for his birthday.
Disclaimer: Kripke and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: This would be the ficlet I promised autumnrae89 weeks ago, to help her feel better. Gods, I'm lazy. Also, this takes place post-hell, sometime in S4, whenever Sam's b-day is. :p
Romantic Notions
Dean Winchester doesn't do romance.
Not in the flowers, dinner, and a movie sense, anyway. Sure, he's been known to show a girl a good time on occasion, make her feel special, but... but since this thing started with Sam, it hasn't exactly felt appropriate. No meaningless compliments, no token, thoughtless gifts, no long walks on the beach holding hands, and certainly no pet names beyond the few times Dean called Sam 'baby' in bed. That stuff just isn't them, and truth be told, it's all hollow anyway, so why would Dean want to bother with it?
Because tomorrow is Sam's twenty-sixth birthday, that's why.
It was bad enough having to miss Sam's last birthday, what with being otherwise occupied in Hell and all, but Dean will be damned - pun very much intended - if he lets the opportunity to make this one special slip by him.
So of course he's lying in bed, curled around his brother tightly, racking his brain for answers. It's not that he doesn't know Sam, what he would like; they're too close for that. No, it's that none of that feels like it would stand out against the backdrop of their life. An evening out at a bar? Happens at least twice a week. Pay-per-view or internet porn? Every other day if they're not on an active hunt. No, none of that's even remotely memorable, grand gesture and all that. Which leaves only romantic notions, girly crap that Sam would laugh at. Fancy restaurant? They'd do better to hit the nearest Outback for steaks. Dancing? Yeah, because Dean can see them blending in so well in a dance club or a gay bar. Romantic movie, where they can make out in the back of the theater? Ha!
And what about gifts? A new watch? A tie? Jewelry!? Each idea worse than the last. He even briefly considers buying rings for them both, something to show Sam he isn't going away again, before his higher brain functions kick back in and mentally throttle him for his panicked idiocy.
An hour passes as he tries to come up with better ideas. Two. Three. He knows he isn't gonna get any sleep like this, so he carefully disentangles himself from Sam and slips out of the bed, thinking he might get some insight from the internet. And if not, he can always find a free porn site and jack off before going back to bed.
In a seeming act of divine intervention, the second his behind hits the seat of the entirely-too-uncomfortable chair and the arm snaps off in his hand, it hits him.
With sudden visions of a four-star hotel, room service, gambling, and nudie shows dancing through his head, Dean grins widely and gets to work. He can't wait to see the look on Sam's face when he realizes they're headed for Vegas.
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