SPN: Radishes
Title: Radishes
Author:
egoteprovoco
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Dean, John
Challenge: Smoking the Good Stuff
Summary: Wee!chesters, sleepwalking, crack!
Disclaimer: Not only am I not making any money, I don't even have any
In which Dean sleepwalks and Sam is too young to know better.
One night, shortly after Sam's sixth birthday, Dean shook him awake in the middle of the night. Bewildered, and not a little frightened, Sam started to complain, but his brother hushed him urgently, stared into his eyes, and - with the utmost gravity - told him, "The Radishes have come, Sammy. They have us surrounded. Follow me."
It didn't sound right to Sam...while he wasn't a huge fan of radishes, he had never found them or any other vegetables particularly frightening. Still, Dean was wearing his serious face, so maybe he had misheard him. Or maybe there was another definition for radish that Sam was unfamiliar with. He nodded at Dean and followed him out of the room, being sure to make as little noise as possible in case the Radishes heard.
Dean led him into the bathroom and made him climb into the tub. Then he took the toothpaste from the medicine cabinet and squeezed out a long line along the whole edge. With great reverence, he pulled a small item wrapped in a bandana from his pocket and presented it to Sam. "Guard it with your life," he said. "If Obi Wan gets it, we'll never have Lucky Charms again."
Sam was still pondering whether he meant that they would never have the cereal or actual good luck charms when Dean said, "I have to get some supplies. Start the ritual," and snuck out of the bathroom. He gently unwrapped the package his brother had handed him and found the bouncy ball that Dean had gotten from a gumball machine the week before and three green army men. He laid the bandana on the floor of the tub and put the bouncy ball in the middle. Then, he set the three army men around it as guards. And to keep the ball from rolling away - the tub wasn't quite flat. "Ok," he whispered to himself, "now I can start the ritual.
Unfortunately, Sam didn't actually know any rituals. Certainly not any that would work against a Jedi master and his army of fiendish root vegetables. He chewed his lip and worried. He made the sign of the cross over the green army men and said "The power of Christ compels you!' like he had seen in that movie that Dean had watched once. Then he grabbed his Dad's razor and waved it around like a wand. "Abracadabra!" he whispered."
Just then, Dean slipped back in, his arms loaded with supplies. He handed Sam a colander and a shoestring. "Put these on," he instructed. Sam blinked at the items, then placed the colander on his head and tied the shoestring around his arm. That seemed to satisfy Dean, who also tossed him a box of Ritz crackers. "Keep up the good work, Sammy. I'm going to go try to fight them off. If I don't make it back, tell Dad to hose down the wagons, ok? He has to hose down the wagons before the acrobats can vote."
Although he was now more worried than ever, Sam nodded at Dean. He wanted to ask Dean to stay and protect him from the Jedi Radishes, but Dean was obviously intent on his mission. Before Sam could say anything else, he had wrapped a towel around his shoulders, seized the toilet brush, and swept from the room.
Lonely and bewildered, Sam sat in the cold bath tub for hours. He didn't hear any signs of struggle, but that might have been because radishes don't have any mouths and can't yell. He was so tired, but he forced himself to stay awake and protect the bouncy ball and green army men. Dean had trusted him. Eventually he got really hungry and broke into the crackers, even though Dean hadn't told him if they were provisions or part of the ritual.
When his Dad finally walked into the bathroom, yawning and trying to smooth down his sleep-rumpled hair, Sam was close to despair. "Are the radishes gone?" he hissed, "Did you hose down the wagon?"
His dad - seeing his youngest boy sitting in the bath tub, clutching a razor, wearing a colander on his head, and covered with cracker crumbs - jumped about a foot. Sam explained to him about the Radishes and Obi Wan, and how Dean had gone off to fight them and left Sam there to protect his treasure. His dad listened intently, but with a strange glint in his eye...and he interrupted several times with strange coughing fits. Then he picked Sam up and carried him back into the bedroom he shared with his brother. There was Dean (Sam was so relieved to see that the Radishes hadn't killed him!) sound asleep on his bed with the towel still wrapped around his shoulders. The toilet brush was nowhere to be seen.
Dad put Sammy into his bed and tucked him in tightly. Then he sat down next to him and explained that Dean had probably been sleepwalking. Tomorrow, he said, they would be able to tease Dean all day long, but Sam should get some rest now. Overcome with relief and exhaustion, Sam fell asleep before his dad even made it out of the room.
He dreamed about radishes.
Author:
egoteprovoco
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Dean, John
Challenge: Smoking the Good Stuff
Summary: Wee!chesters, sleepwalking, crack!
Disclaimer: Not only am I not making any money, I don't even have any
In which Dean sleepwalks and Sam is too young to know better.
One night, shortly after Sam's sixth birthday, Dean shook him awake in the middle of the night. Bewildered, and not a little frightened, Sam started to complain, but his brother hushed him urgently, stared into his eyes, and - with the utmost gravity - told him, "The Radishes have come, Sammy. They have us surrounded. Follow me."
It didn't sound right to Sam...while he wasn't a huge fan of radishes, he had never found them or any other vegetables particularly frightening. Still, Dean was wearing his serious face, so maybe he had misheard him. Or maybe there was another definition for radish that Sam was unfamiliar with. He nodded at Dean and followed him out of the room, being sure to make as little noise as possible in case the Radishes heard.
Dean led him into the bathroom and made him climb into the tub. Then he took the toothpaste from the medicine cabinet and squeezed out a long line along the whole edge. With great reverence, he pulled a small item wrapped in a bandana from his pocket and presented it to Sam. "Guard it with your life," he said. "If Obi Wan gets it, we'll never have Lucky Charms again."
Sam was still pondering whether he meant that they would never have the cereal or actual good luck charms when Dean said, "I have to get some supplies. Start the ritual," and snuck out of the bathroom. He gently unwrapped the package his brother had handed him and found the bouncy ball that Dean had gotten from a gumball machine the week before and three green army men. He laid the bandana on the floor of the tub and put the bouncy ball in the middle. Then, he set the three army men around it as guards. And to keep the ball from rolling away - the tub wasn't quite flat. "Ok," he whispered to himself, "now I can start the ritual.
Unfortunately, Sam didn't actually know any rituals. Certainly not any that would work against a Jedi master and his army of fiendish root vegetables. He chewed his lip and worried. He made the sign of the cross over the green army men and said "The power of Christ compels you!' like he had seen in that movie that Dean had watched once. Then he grabbed his Dad's razor and waved it around like a wand. "Abracadabra!" he whispered."
Just then, Dean slipped back in, his arms loaded with supplies. He handed Sam a colander and a shoestring. "Put these on," he instructed. Sam blinked at the items, then placed the colander on his head and tied the shoestring around his arm. That seemed to satisfy Dean, who also tossed him a box of Ritz crackers. "Keep up the good work, Sammy. I'm going to go try to fight them off. If I don't make it back, tell Dad to hose down the wagons, ok? He has to hose down the wagons before the acrobats can vote."
Although he was now more worried than ever, Sam nodded at Dean. He wanted to ask Dean to stay and protect him from the Jedi Radishes, but Dean was obviously intent on his mission. Before Sam could say anything else, he had wrapped a towel around his shoulders, seized the toilet brush, and swept from the room.
Lonely and bewildered, Sam sat in the cold bath tub for hours. He didn't hear any signs of struggle, but that might have been because radishes don't have any mouths and can't yell. He was so tired, but he forced himself to stay awake and protect the bouncy ball and green army men. Dean had trusted him. Eventually he got really hungry and broke into the crackers, even though Dean hadn't told him if they were provisions or part of the ritual.
When his Dad finally walked into the bathroom, yawning and trying to smooth down his sleep-rumpled hair, Sam was close to despair. "Are the radishes gone?" he hissed, "Did you hose down the wagon?"
His dad - seeing his youngest boy sitting in the bath tub, clutching a razor, wearing a colander on his head, and covered with cracker crumbs - jumped about a foot. Sam explained to him about the Radishes and Obi Wan, and how Dean had gone off to fight them and left Sam there to protect his treasure. His dad listened intently, but with a strange glint in his eye...and he interrupted several times with strange coughing fits. Then he picked Sam up and carried him back into the bedroom he shared with his brother. There was Dean (Sam was so relieved to see that the Radishes hadn't killed him!) sound asleep on his bed with the towel still wrapped around his shoulders. The toilet brush was nowhere to be seen.
Dad put Sammy into his bed and tucked him in tightly. Then he sat down next to him and explained that Dean had probably been sleepwalking. Tomorrow, he said, they would be able to tease Dean all day long, but Sam should get some rest now. Overcome with relief and exhaustion, Sam fell asleep before his dad even made it out of the room.
He dreamed about radishes.