Pretend Play- Chapter 2
Title : Pretend Play
Length : Series
Author : Undine
Rating : NC-17
Genre : Drama, Romance, Humor, First Time
Summary : Play pretending is important for a child's mind development. Children get to practice being other people as well and improve their capability of imitating and learning emotionally, consequently understanding the subject being imitated psychologically. (Goldman, 1993; Gordon, 1995; Harris, 1991)
The moment the stake plunged into the Trickster's chest, they thought it was all over.
"You want us to pretend play, Sammy? Fine, we'll play pretend. But not like this, not as this!" Dean chokes.
Disclaimer : I do not own the copyright to Supernatural. This story is purely fictional. No defamation intended to any of the characters in this fiction. Cheers.
Pretend Play
Chapter 2
The minute seems to stretch endlessly as Dean stares at the piece of paper in his hand hard and silent for the first time since they were propelled into this unknown universe. Sam repeats the name silently a few times, testing the syllables on his tongue in attempt to find the familiarity of it. Brian Kinney. Brian Kinney. Nothing about the name triggers a relapse of memory in him; he can feel his brains working on over drive trying to recall something about the name, anything at all and fails. Rubbing his temples, Sam watches as Dean scans the paper quickly and then looks up at him with furrowed brows.
“Who the hell is Brian Kinney?” Dean finally asks, confusion clearly tinting his voice. His face is blank as he looks at Sam inquisitively, no irrational anger or irritation Sam has been hearing for the past couple of hours.
“Beats me, I’ve never heard of him all my life. Well, at least, we have a start.” Sam shrugs, pushing a falling strand of brown hair behind his ear and looks on as his brother seem to contemplate something.
Dean’s eyes darts down to the paper in his hand, his brow furrowing as the question forms in his head. “So if you are this Brian Kinney, whoever this guy is, who the hell am I?”
“Let’s see if we can come with something online.” Sam starts in the direction of the computer, hearing the sound of a crumpled paper behind him and Dean’s huffs of annoyance. He couldn’t help the twitch of lips, turning up into a small amused smile as he walks away from the guy. Dean throws the paper over his shoulder as he follows Sam’s lead, grumbling under his breath about a jerk of a trickster and smart ass of a brother. Growing up together, he doesn’t need to hear it to know the degree of his irritation towards the whole situation.
Before Sam reaches the computer table, a knock on the door resounds in the house, rooting them in place. They spun around simultaneously both looking back and forth between the door and each other, wide-eyed and on high alert. On autopilot, Dean reaches under his jacket and behind him towards his waistband and catches a flash of astonishment in Sam’s eyes while his lips press together with unspoken reminder. When his fingers closes around itself, catching nothing but thin air dean begin cursing in realization. In silent agreement, Sam moves forward with long strides towards the door, grabbing the lamp Dean used as a weapon earlier on his way while the elder Winchester threads cautiously from behind. Dean quickly slip behind the door as the rapping resumes and waits as Sam’s large fingers touch the latch, the other hand gripping the lamp tightly ready to defend their lives.
On the count of three, Dean slid the latch free at lightning speed and yanks the door to slide away from the jamb. Sam lunges forward with practice ease as the door opens, holding the lamp high above his head with protective ferocity to strike. And then a genuine frightened scream throws him off his mode, he end up rooted to the ground looking into the terror stricken face of a blonde haired woman. One of her hand wraps around the body of an infant she is carrying and the other holds the back of the child’s head protectively.
“Brian!” She backs away a little, too familiar with the man to fully believe he meant her harm. “What the hell is wrong with you? What the hell are you doing?”
Sam immediately drops the lamp, the sharp clanking sound of its metal stand hitting the floor causes dean to winch a little, feeling sympathetic towards the man who owns the beautiful loft. Sam swallows visibly, his hands hanging about his tall frame as if unsure of where to place them, a gesture dean recognize to well. His brother is feeling awkward, embarrassed and uncertain, the later from not knowing how the man called ‘Brian’ would react in the same situation, to this woman.
“Sorry.” Sam ducks, gesturing towards her awkwardly before deciding to settle them at his hip as she asses him wide eyed. “I-- ah, wasn’t expecting-- you. Come on in.”
“You’ve got some serious explaining to do, Kinney.” The blond woman rolls her eyes at him before pushing past him into the house, still clutching her child tightly to her chest as she rambles on. I really wonder about you sometimes. I guess now I know why Melanie’s always restless when I’m coming over to visit with Gus. She should know me better after years of living together. ”
The blonde woman crosses the entrance to the heart of the house, her demeanor comfortable and familiar with the loft as she places her child on the floor and surrounds him with the huge throw pillows that was scattered on the floor. Sam’s feels his head reeling from all the unfamiliar names dropping from the woman’s lips, he darts a look at Dean who’s presence is still unnoticed by the woman and Dean merely shakes his head in reply fully intending to let Sam deal with this on his own. As if on cue, the blonde turns around to look at Sam and catches Dean’s shadowed figure from her peripheral.
“Justin! What are you doing there standing there soundlessly? If didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to sneak up on me.” She deadpans, clearly perplexed by the two boy’s peculiar behavior. Seeing no other choice, Dean steps forward and flashes his brilliant megawatts smile at her as she treads towards him.
“Come here.” She reaches out indulgently, pulling him into a hug. Caught off guard, Dean’s body stills in her embrace before briefly returning it.
“Justin?” Dean repeated the name soundlessly, mouthing over the woman’s shoulder to Sam who only shrugs in response, mimicking Dean’s response to him earlier with vengeful intent. Dean shot his brother a dirty look, once again his head feeling hot with annoyance as he merely receives a quiet chuckle in return.
When she pulls away he quickly schools his face into a smile, watching her smile at him tenderly as she grips his bicep. “Hey, how are ya?”
“I ‘m good. Melanie however is not too thrilled that I’m here with her son.” She lets out a small sigh, looking over her shoulder to glance at Sam briefly as if indicating something, expecting dean to understand what that gesture mean.
“Erm..” Dean calculated, phrasing his question carefully so as not to give away the fact that he has no inkling to anything she’s saying. “Aren’t you the mother?”
“Justin, just because I gave birth to Gus, doesn’t mean Melanie isn’t his mother too.” The blonde woman straightens up at this, her body channeling protectiveness over her son and the other woman. For the first time both Dean and Sam notices her impressive height for a woman. “We are raising him together after all.”
“Now Brian,” She let’s go of Dean to address Sam as she walks back into the living room, adjusting the scarf tied around her head. “I’ll bring Gus over next Saturday around 4? Is that okay with you?”
“Sa--saturday? What’s on next Saturday?” Sam follows suit, stuttering nervously from the unknown information thrown at him. He can handle pretending to be Brian in front of her alone. He’s not sure he could handle being Brian in a crowd of people who knows Brian like they know the back of their hands.
“Don’t tell me you forgot? You were the one who insisted on spending some quality time with your son.” She looks at him impassively as if immune to his absent-mindedness and then bends over to pick up the beautiful boy up and straps him up into the baby carrier.
“Erm.. yeah.” Sam swallows, feeling somewhat relieved that it doesn’t involve more people and she doesn’t chose to question further. Dean looks at Sam sympathetically, silently telling his brother that he shares his sentiment.
“What is it with you today? You’re acting really strange. Anyhow I better get going. I just dropped by to return this to Justin. You left your notes at my house the last time you visited, I thought it might be important.” She slipped a thin stack of notes out of a compartment of the baby carrier and holds it out towards Dean on her way to the door. The eldest Winchester takes the notes from her, lets her lean up for a friendly goodbye kiss on his cheek and pulls him into a hug. Dean plays along with an eager grin, mouthing ‘MILF’ in Sam’s direction over her shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re staying with him again, he looks much healthier with you around.” Pulling away, she pats his cheek gently, eyes crinkling slightly from a genuine smile.
Turning to Sam she leans up and presented him with the same treatment she gave Dean. “See ya Brian. Take care of Justin.”
Sam waves back at her, mouth twitching quickly into something akin to a smile until she steps into the lift and descends. Sliding the door close after her, he turns to face a quiet Dean and lets out a huge huff of breath. He glances at Dean who stares at him hard in return, both assessing and processing the recent event in their heads quietly before the eldest Winchester breaks the few seconds of stillness and chuck reality in his face. “Dude, we have to figure this out fast before some shit happens to us. I don’t want another episode of bullet in my spine or you cracking your nuts, well the latter I don’t mind so much. But you get what I’m getting at. The sooner we bust out of here, the lesser we have to experience.”
The eldest Winchester turns away, walking towards heart of the loft and hears Sam’s footsteps matching his, sauntering from behind him almost immediately. Sam will always tail after him, he does it without fail that Dean knows instinctive that wherever he goes, if he turns around he will always meet the pair of hazel eyes looking at him helplessly either out of annoyance, gratitude or sadness. Well, seven out of ten times were usually the former of course.
Dean scans the room finding a place comfortable enough for to rest on before they start cracking their skulls, ransacking facts and information. Before he could decide, Sam narrowed down the options for him by flopping onto the scattered bean bags little Gus nestled in earlier. He stretches out across the pillows, long thick legs and arms claiming every inch of space that exist and his cheeks dimpling with the smile that’s meant to wind his brother up. Pursing his lips, Dean tosses the notes in his hands at Sam’s head, the papers landing on his face instead effectively blocking the smugness he seems to have acquired from Dean lately.
“According to this set of notes, my name is Justin Taylor.” He drawls out, face set as if in disgust. He watches as Sam picks the notes of his face and scans through the first page, when his eyes zooms in on the two letter words on the top left hand corner. “Do I look like a Justin to you?”
Looking at the thoroughly offended look on Dean’s face bring a rumble of laughter boiling in Sam’s belly. Sam presses his lips together, letting nothing but an amused smile breaks through while Dean rambles on. “Apparently, I’m staying here and you’re taking care of me. And my name is Justin. Dude, how gay can it get!”
That was the last straw that breaks Sam into a hearty laughter, rolling sideways with face half buried into the pillows, Sam’s cackles loud and ringing into Dean’s heart. Dean blinks at first bewildered and then he begin feeling his brother’s mirth tugging at his lips, coaxing a smile. Lazily dropping on an abandoned bean bag next to Sam, Dean lands a playful kick at Sam’s calf. “Yeah, knock yourself out with my misery Sasquatch.”
Sam heaves the last remnant of his laughter before turning back onto his back and then sends a dimpled smile at Dean as he shoves the other Winchester’s kicking leg aside. He pats dean’s torso with the back of his hand in reassurance. “Don’t worry man. We’ll figure out how to un-gay you.”
“Un-gay your girly mood swing first, Samantha.” Dean snatches a pillow from his side and swings it at Sam’s head hard in retaliation to the tease. Flailing under the assault, Sam catches the pillow intending to return Dean the favor. But before Sam could throw it back at Dean the eldest Winchester lunges at his brother and tries to wrestle the soft cushion from his clutch. Sam hand shoots out on instinct from years of practice, lodging his forearm between Dean’s throat and chest with enough pressure to restrain him.
Dean tries again, throwing his weight forward and lands on the younger Winchester with such force that Sam feels the wind knocks out of his lungs. Taking advantage on his faltered concentration, Dean stretches up and reaches for the pillow Sam is holding up and away from him with his endless arms. Chest against chest, the eldest Winchester’s torso shakes with Sam’s mocking laughter, the shirts between them doing nothing to barricade the warmth of their skins, heat heightening from the rush of a challenge. Dean’s face hardens in determination but Sam sees the mirth perching at the edges of his eyes and he tries pushing his brother further by lowering it within his reach and pulling it away again as Dean’s fingers almost closes around it.
“You bitch!”His laughter rings clear, as he grabs the thin air and notices Sam’s gleeful face taunting him the way he did him before the growth spurt hits. It is not as if that’s the only pillow available in the room, Dean is just too hard headed and determined to let the challenge slide.
“You gotta learn to give up man.” Cheeks dimpling, Sam raises the pillow higher and watches Dean forces his limbs to elongate so he could stretch further. “That stopped working years ago. No reason it’s gonna work now, small big brother.”
Dean drawls low and rough with frustration, twisting back on his back he settles for a quick jab at Sam’s thick ribs. “Just because I’m not a freaking mammoth like you doesn’t mean I’m small, you freak.”
Sam throws his head back and snorts in amusement, turning back to look at the eldest Winchester who’s face shifting into a smug grin, knocking his knee repetitively against Sam’s mid outer thigh. Man even his legs are long. “I’m telling you Sammy, there’s absolutely nothing small about my..”
A hurried knock on the door truncates Dean’s gloating. Both men sit up simultaneously, sinews and muscles tense, once again on high alert. Meeting each other’s eyes briefly in silent understanding, Sam moves across the floor towards the door stealthily while Dean picks up the lamp off the floor, tosses it at Sam. He then pulls a kitchen knife from its holder on the countertop and slides behind the kitchen wall, two fingers peek around the wall and flicks twice, signaling Sam that he’s ready for whatever it is that’s coming for them.
Grip on the lamp stand tightens in a deadly grip as he swings it up with his large powerful arms ready to strike. One. Two. Sam slides the door open and feels his muscles filled with blood as he hears the creature (he thinks) crossing the opening (which they forgot to salt, he noted) and he was greeted with a combination of tall, striking pink and leopard spots.
Sam freezes in shock and the creature turns to him with a blinding smile. “Hello Hello!”
~TBC~
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this. Comments are very much appreciated! Pretty please? I shall now slither out of here and get started on my other fics. Thank you for reading!