Fic - That Waitress in Tampa
I was making a sticky post and realized I never posted this fic to my L.J. So, here it is. :-)
Characters: Dean and Sam
Rating: PG
Category: One shot, H/C, Gen
Word Count: 392
Spoilers: None! (Is the hiatus over yet!?)
Disclaimer: I Don't own, I have no rights, I'm not that cool. :-P
Summary: Hello All. So, this little fic is a one shot spawned by the episode 'Croatoan', where Dean argues with Sam that staying behind with him to die is not the dumbest thing he's ever done. He says 'I don't know about that ... remember that waitress from Tampa?' And then he make that face ... you KNOW what face I mean.
So, at first I was all,'OMGYAY, Dean and Sam have been to Tampa!' But then I thought, 'And Dean met some skank there and got drunk and did his thing and regrets it (probably she was really ugly or something) ,and will never come to Tampa again, SUCK!' (because in my mind, of course, the boys are real and I'm still a little upset that they were in Tampa and didn't come and see me)
But then I thought ... what if it went down like this?
That Waitress in Tampa
'For the last time, would you stop being a total ass long enough for me to patch you up?' Sam Winchester had his hands on his hips and was giving his brother his very best exasperated holycrapyou'reannoyingIcan'tbeleivewe'reevenrelated face.
Dean just rolled his eyes. So far his attempts to escape Sam's motherly ministrations had been unsuccessful, but he'd be damned if that meant he was going down without a fight. 'I'm fine, Sam! It's just a few burns, that's all.'
Dean was sure that right now, Sam's voice was reaching a register that only dogs could hear. 'A few burns? BURNS, DEAN?! God!' Sam threw his hands out, waving them up and down in frustration. 'You look like you've been on the wrong end of a pair of barbecue tongs, for crying out loud!' Sam pointed a shaking hand emphatically towards the hotel room mirror. 'Look at yourself!'
Dean couldn't help but glance that way despite the fact that he knew Sam was right; he really did look like hell. He suppressed a wince at the sight of the ugly, blistering red streaks across his neck, chest and shoulders. And he had to admit, the burn cream Sam was holding did look pretty tempting right about now, and maybe if he just let Sam help him tend his wounds, Sam would shut up so he could get some sleep. 'Fine, Sam. Fine.' He sat on the edge of his bed and waited.
Sam picked up a damp washcloth and started to work on Dean's back first, gently debriding the burns before applying the cream. Dean was being his normal stoic self, but Sam cringed anyway, knowing how much it must hurt. 'A freakin' Succubus,' Sam muttered. 'How could you be so stupid.' It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement that Sam felt the need to say out loud.
'Aw, Sammy - you're just jealous because you could never get a girl that hot.' Dean's eyes were full of pain, but there was a smile in his voice. "Get it? Hot?!?" He tried to give Sam his best confident smirk, but was brought up short by pain, and ended up grimacing instead.
Sam snorted. 'Dean, this just might be the dumbest thing you've ever done.'
Characters: Dean and Sam
Rating: PG
Category: One shot, H/C, Gen
Word Count: 392
Spoilers: None! (Is the hiatus over yet!?)
Disclaimer: I Don't own, I have no rights, I'm not that cool. :-P
Summary: Hello All. So, this little fic is a one shot spawned by the episode 'Croatoan', where Dean argues with Sam that staying behind with him to die is not the dumbest thing he's ever done. He says 'I don't know about that ... remember that waitress from Tampa?' And then he make that face ... you KNOW what face I mean.
So, at first I was all,'OMGYAY, Dean and Sam have been to Tampa!' But then I thought, 'And Dean met some skank there and got drunk and did his thing and regrets it (probably she was really ugly or something) ,and will never come to Tampa again, SUCK!' (because in my mind, of course, the boys are real and I'm still a little upset that they were in Tampa and didn't come and see me)
But then I thought ... what if it went down like this?
That Waitress in Tampa
'For the last time, would you stop being a total ass long enough for me to patch you up?' Sam Winchester had his hands on his hips and was giving his brother his very best exasperated holycrapyou'reannoyingIcan'tbeleivewe'reevenrelated face.
Dean just rolled his eyes. So far his attempts to escape Sam's motherly ministrations had been unsuccessful, but he'd be damned if that meant he was going down without a fight. 'I'm fine, Sam! It's just a few burns, that's all.'
Dean was sure that right now, Sam's voice was reaching a register that only dogs could hear. 'A few burns? BURNS, DEAN?! God!' Sam threw his hands out, waving them up and down in frustration. 'You look like you've been on the wrong end of a pair of barbecue tongs, for crying out loud!' Sam pointed a shaking hand emphatically towards the hotel room mirror. 'Look at yourself!'
Dean couldn't help but glance that way despite the fact that he knew Sam was right; he really did look like hell. He suppressed a wince at the sight of the ugly, blistering red streaks across his neck, chest and shoulders. And he had to admit, the burn cream Sam was holding did look pretty tempting right about now, and maybe if he just let Sam help him tend his wounds, Sam would shut up so he could get some sleep. 'Fine, Sam. Fine.' He sat on the edge of his bed and waited.
Sam picked up a damp washcloth and started to work on Dean's back first, gently debriding the burns before applying the cream. Dean was being his normal stoic self, but Sam cringed anyway, knowing how much it must hurt. 'A freakin' Succubus,' Sam muttered. 'How could you be so stupid.' It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement that Sam felt the need to say out loud.
'Aw, Sammy - you're just jealous because you could never get a girl that hot.' Dean's eyes were full of pain, but there was a smile in his voice. "Get it? Hot?!?" He tried to give Sam his best confident smirk, but was brought up short by pain, and ended up grimacing instead.
Sam snorted. 'Dean, this just might be the dumbest thing you've ever done.'