[Supernatural] Waterslide
[Title: Waterslide
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: wee!Sam, wee!Dean
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their copyright holder, not me.
Summary: Sam is sick of tacos and the path to culinary variety lies at the bottom of the tallest water slide in the park.
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 837
Author's Notes: Thanks to minkmix for getting me hooked on SPN and encouraging me to write SPN!fic.
"Are you ready for this, Sammy?"
"I said, 'yes'."
"If you want to chicken out, I'd totally understand."
"I'm not a chicken."
"I dunno, Sammy. You've got chicken legs..." Sam looked up at his big brother with a steady, intent stare. He slowly looked down Dean's body, took in the extra-large Metallica tank top and knee-length surf shorts, and then looked back up at Dean's face.
"I'm not the one trying to hide his body." Sam snapped the elastic on his swim trunks, he wasn't wearing a shirt and his shorts only went to mid-thigh. "We've gone skinny-dipping before, so why the shirt?"
"Ah, it's just different in public." Dean looked uncomfortable then pointedly stared at a group of girls wearing bikinis. End of conversation. Sam rolled his eyes but avoided pushing too hard about his brother's developing body issues.
"Whatever. This is the tallest, scariest ride in the water park, right? And if I go down it without screaming I get to pick where we eat for supper, right?"
Dean pretended to consider, "No pooping your pants either. If I see a streak down the slide we're eating tacos for supper again."
"DEAN! That's gross!"
"What?" Sam glared at him. "Okay, geez, ride the slide and we'll eat whatever you want for supper. But I gotta say," Dean looked up at the slide with a hand shading his eyes dramatically, "That's one hell of a drop. You're gonna squeal like a piggy, Sammy."
"I'm not either! You just watch." Sam stomped up the stairs, his back rigid with anger or fear or both. The slide was awfully high but they'd eaten nothing but tacos since dad had left a week ago and Sam was willing to do anything to get a night's sleep without Dean's farts stinking up the motel room.
The lifeguard at the top of the slide grinned down at Sam. He seemed like the sort who enjoyed seeing fear in a person's eyes. "Hey kid, you sure you're allowed to go down this slide?"
Sam pointed down at Dean who saluted up at him then immediately turned his head to ogle the same group of girls he'd been staring at earlier. "My big brother said I could."
The lifeguard appeared to consider this; he even stroked his chin. Sam rolled his eyes.
"It's just, you're a little guy. You don't weigh a lot aaaand, well, you might flip out of the slide is all."
Sam stared at the lifeguard. It was a quiet, speculative stare. No, there was no way Dean could have been up here already to talk the lifeguard into scaring him. He'd been with his brother since they stepped out of the locker room. Maybe they met in the locker room while he'd been stashing his bag in a locker. Or, maybe he was just a jerk.
"I'll take my chances," Sam said through clenched teeth.
"Okay, kiddo, it's your funeral! Lie down on your back, cross your legs at the ankles, and cross your arms over your chest. Don't uncross your arms or legs or you'll flip right over the side and go splat on the cement."
Sam's heart dropped into his stomach when he looked past his feet and saw only open space. There was a slide there, right?
"You ready, kid? You can chicken out if you want."
Visions of salads, mashed potatoes, proper dinner with a piece of pie for dessert danced in his head. He shook his head and then bit down on a scream as he was pushed over the edge.
Hours later, Sam choked down the last of his tacos and swallowed it with a big gulp of cola.
"Hey, piggy, you gonna eat all those nachos?"
Sam shook his head and pushed the plastic basket half full of nachos over to his brother. "Don't call me piggy."
"I call's 'em like I sees 'em! You squeal so pretty." Dean crunched a handful of nachos then poured the salsa left in the little plastic cup in his mouth too.
"I wasn't scared, Dean!" Dean raised his eyebrows and made ducky lips at Sam. "I wasn't! It's just," Sam ran a hand through his hair in exasperation knowing how Dean would react, "I got a real bad wedgie and it pinched my stuff."
Half-chewed nachos and salsa sprayed across the table and onto Sam's lap. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA," Dean doubled over then fell off his seat to the floor he was laughing so hard. Sam rolled his eyes and started picking bits of nacho off his shirt and pants. Minutes, that seemed like hours, later Dean got a grip and climbed back into his seat.
"Okay, one, it's totally funny so don't look at me like that." Dean pointed at Sam, "And two, I'm not so cruel as to deny my little brother some pie and ice cream after his junk's been mangled by a waterslide." Sam's head came up and the look on his face said, 'hope'. "C'mon, Sammy, let's hit the diner for dessert."
Video of the waterslide in the story.
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: wee!Sam, wee!Dean
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their copyright holder, not me.
Summary: Sam is sick of tacos and the path to culinary variety lies at the bottom of the tallest water slide in the park.
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 837
Author's Notes: Thanks to minkmix for getting me hooked on SPN and encouraging me to write SPN!fic.
"Are you ready for this, Sammy?"
"I said, 'yes'."
"If you want to chicken out, I'd totally understand."
"I'm not a chicken."
"I dunno, Sammy. You've got chicken legs..." Sam looked up at his big brother with a steady, intent stare. He slowly looked down Dean's body, took in the extra-large Metallica tank top and knee-length surf shorts, and then looked back up at Dean's face.
"I'm not the one trying to hide his body." Sam snapped the elastic on his swim trunks, he wasn't wearing a shirt and his shorts only went to mid-thigh. "We've gone skinny-dipping before, so why the shirt?"
"Ah, it's just different in public." Dean looked uncomfortable then pointedly stared at a group of girls wearing bikinis. End of conversation. Sam rolled his eyes but avoided pushing too hard about his brother's developing body issues.
"Whatever. This is the tallest, scariest ride in the water park, right? And if I go down it without screaming I get to pick where we eat for supper, right?"
Dean pretended to consider, "No pooping your pants either. If I see a streak down the slide we're eating tacos for supper again."
"DEAN! That's gross!"
"What?" Sam glared at him. "Okay, geez, ride the slide and we'll eat whatever you want for supper. But I gotta say," Dean looked up at the slide with a hand shading his eyes dramatically, "That's one hell of a drop. You're gonna squeal like a piggy, Sammy."
"I'm not either! You just watch." Sam stomped up the stairs, his back rigid with anger or fear or both. The slide was awfully high but they'd eaten nothing but tacos since dad had left a week ago and Sam was willing to do anything to get a night's sleep without Dean's farts stinking up the motel room.
The lifeguard at the top of the slide grinned down at Sam. He seemed like the sort who enjoyed seeing fear in a person's eyes. "Hey kid, you sure you're allowed to go down this slide?"
Sam pointed down at Dean who saluted up at him then immediately turned his head to ogle the same group of girls he'd been staring at earlier. "My big brother said I could."
The lifeguard appeared to consider this; he even stroked his chin. Sam rolled his eyes.
"It's just, you're a little guy. You don't weigh a lot aaaand, well, you might flip out of the slide is all."
Sam stared at the lifeguard. It was a quiet, speculative stare. No, there was no way Dean could have been up here already to talk the lifeguard into scaring him. He'd been with his brother since they stepped out of the locker room. Maybe they met in the locker room while he'd been stashing his bag in a locker. Or, maybe he was just a jerk.
"I'll take my chances," Sam said through clenched teeth.
"Okay, kiddo, it's your funeral! Lie down on your back, cross your legs at the ankles, and cross your arms over your chest. Don't uncross your arms or legs or you'll flip right over the side and go splat on the cement."
Sam's heart dropped into his stomach when he looked past his feet and saw only open space. There was a slide there, right?
"You ready, kid? You can chicken out if you want."
Visions of salads, mashed potatoes, proper dinner with a piece of pie for dessert danced in his head. He shook his head and then bit down on a scream as he was pushed over the edge.
Hours later, Sam choked down the last of his tacos and swallowed it with a big gulp of cola.
"Hey, piggy, you gonna eat all those nachos?"
Sam shook his head and pushed the plastic basket half full of nachos over to his brother. "Don't call me piggy."
"I call's 'em like I sees 'em! You squeal so pretty." Dean crunched a handful of nachos then poured the salsa left in the little plastic cup in his mouth too.
"I wasn't scared, Dean!" Dean raised his eyebrows and made ducky lips at Sam. "I wasn't! It's just," Sam ran a hand through his hair in exasperation knowing how Dean would react, "I got a real bad wedgie and it pinched my stuff."
Half-chewed nachos and salsa sprayed across the table and onto Sam's lap. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA," Dean doubled over then fell off his seat to the floor he was laughing so hard. Sam rolled his eyes and started picking bits of nacho off his shirt and pants. Minutes, that seemed like hours, later Dean got a grip and climbed back into his seat.
"Okay, one, it's totally funny so don't look at me like that." Dean pointed at Sam, "And two, I'm not so cruel as to deny my little brother some pie and ice cream after his junk's been mangled by a waterslide." Sam's head came up and the look on his face said, 'hope'. "C'mon, Sammy, let's hit the diner for dessert."
Video of the waterslide in the story.