Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: NERVE
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural. Just having a bit of fun.
Author's Note: This story is based on an actual news story I heard this morning. When I heard the news anchor reading it, this SPN story just blossomed, which I loved. Haven't written anything in a long while and it was good to be inspired again.
ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT TO PRINT
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Running a hand through his mop of hair and fighting back a yawn, Sam Winchester walked into the great room of the bunker to find Dean sitting at one of the tables in front of his laptop chuckling.
"Hey. Mornin'. What's so funny?"
Dean leaned back in his chair, scratched idly at his chin, and pointed at the screen on his laptop. "This takes some nerve. This guy is suing his parents for getting rid of his porn stash."
One of Sam's eyebrows climbed upward. "Seriously?"
"Totally not shittin' you, man. Says here this dude moved in with his parents after he got divorced a few years ago. Then when he moved out, like ten months later, his stuff got delivered to his new place, but 12 boxes of porn were missing."
Sam snorted. "Twelve? Is that all?"
"His parents admitted to throwing the stuff out. Both films and magazines, including titles such as 'Frisky Business' and 'Big Bad Grannys'".
Sam's brow wrinkled. "Ew," he muttered.
Dean whistled. "The guy claims his collection was worth $29,000!"
"Holy crap, you must be sitting on a fortune then."
Dean speculatively cocked his head and squinted. "Hmm. Maybe. Might make for a nice retirement fund. I DO have some classics, you know, like 'Randi Rides Again', 'Mayors-n-Mares'..."
"STOP!" Sam threw up a hand. "Just stop right there."
Dean grinned. He loved heckling his brother. He picked up his coffee mug and finished off the lukewarm contents in two big swallows before lowering it again to the table. He cleared his throat and stood. "Well, speaking of porn…" He clapped his hands together and rubbed them back and forth. "I think I have some investigating to do…"
"Okay…gross." Sam groaned as he moved to head toward the kitchen. "At least tell me you left me some coffee."
"Nope. You'll have to make a new pot."
"Of course." The younger Winchester waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder. "At least I get to make it the way I like it."
"Wait—are you putting that stuff in it?"
"Stuff?"
"You know, that girly stuff…"
"Uh, cinnamon and vanilla? Probably. Why?"
Dean grabbed his mug off the table. "Maybe I'll have one more cup before I…"
"You know," Sam cut in, "you can add those two things yourself when you make a pot."
The older man shrugged. "Eh. I've tried. Never comes out like yours though."
FIN