The Maid's Day OffdiantyJanuary 25 2012, 20:55:33 UTC
Drabble. Hopefully not too boring.
Dean paced on the carpet with his hands folded behind his back. “Looks like the maid's day off.”
Sam peered over the counter. He was on his hands and knees scrubbing the kitchenette floor. Furiously he replied, “Look I lost the bet ok. You don’t have to rub it in.” He’s face was bright red.
“Well, just don’t forget to wash the dishes, scrub the sinks, the bathroom floor. And, Oh, the toilet…with this…” There was a pause before Dean presented a blue and white toothbrush. He grinned.
“Now that’s gone too far. I won’t scrub the toilet with my toothbrush.” Sam was shocked Dean was really going to make him do that. He should’ve known better then betting his big brother that he could pick-up a girl faster then him. Sam knew better. How in the world could a twelve-year-old compete with a well-practiced Dean. He shook his head and went back to work on the floor.
Dean was grinning because at the gas station he’d purchased Sam a new toothbrush. He just liked giving the little guy a hard time.
Dean: Yeah, but I got somebody coming for me, and,uh... he did pay attention in class. Casey: Oh, right -- Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit.
Casey: All you got to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win.
Hear the Wind Blow - Part 1 of 4wynefredOctober 27 2011, 03:29:10 UTC
Note: Responding to my own prompt here. It called to me. Nagged. Drove me friggin' nuts! Summary: How do you fight what you can't see? This entire fic is just an excuse for a little hurt Dean.
Hear the Wind BlowIn autumn, in a tiny, blink-and-you'll-miss-it town in Western Kentucky, an alarming number of people started disappearing from public places. They would reappear in a different public area several days later, often looking like they'd been in a sandstorm with all their exposed skin covered in tiny abrasions. The few who'd been returned alive were severely dehydrated and malnourished, and none survived long enough to regain consciousness. All this happened without any of the witnesses actually seeing anything. Police suspected a serial killer. Sam and Dean knew better
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Re: Hear the Wind Blow - Part 2 of 4wynefredOctober 27 2011, 03:31:02 UTC
Dean's head pounded like he was coming down from a three day bender. Restricted to a fetal position by the limited space, he found himself crammed into a tiny hollowed area in the side of a rock wall. Barely large enough to contain him, "cave" was a generous description of the rocky indention he was stuffed into
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Re: Hear the Wind Blow - Part 3 of 4wynefredOctober 27 2011, 03:33:04 UTC
"What've you got, Bobby?" Sam held the phone to his ear and shot from the car in one fluid movement. His long strides ate up the pavement, bringing him quickly to the hotel room door
( ... )
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Dean paced on the carpet with his hands folded behind his back. “Looks like the maid's day off.”
Sam peered over the counter. He was on his hands and knees scrubbing the kitchenette floor. Furiously he replied, “Look I lost the bet ok. You don’t have to rub it in.” He’s face was bright red.
“Well, just don’t forget to wash the dishes, scrub the sinks, the bathroom floor. And, Oh, the toilet…with this…” There was a pause before Dean presented a blue and white toothbrush. He grinned.
“Now that’s gone too far. I won’t scrub the toilet with my toothbrush.” Sam was shocked Dean was really going to make him do that. He should’ve known better then betting his big brother that he could pick-up a girl faster then him. Sam knew better. How in the world could a twelve-year-old compete with a well-practiced Dean. He shook his head and went back to work on the floor.
Dean was grinning because at the gas station he’d purchased Sam a new toothbrush. He just liked giving the little guy a hard time.
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Thanks for writing! :D
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Casey: Oh, right -- Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit.
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Summary: How do you fight what you can't see? This entire fic is just an excuse for a little hurt Dean.
Hear the Wind BlowIn autumn, in a tiny, blink-and-you'll-miss-it town in Western Kentucky, an alarming number of people started disappearing from public places. They would reappear in a different public area several days later, often looking like they'd been in a sandstorm with all their exposed skin covered in tiny abrasions. The few who'd been returned alive were severely dehydrated and malnourished, and none survived long enough to regain consciousness. All this happened without any of the witnesses actually seeing anything. Police suspected a serial killer. Sam and Dean knew better ( ... )
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