TITLE: Ice Cream Proposition
PAIRING: Dean/Sam
RATING: PG
WORDS: 404
WARNINGS: Pure, unadulterated schmoop, wincest of course, and eventual NC-17, but not in this chapter.
SUMMARY: Dean has been acting strange. Well, stranger than usual, anyway. Sam tries to ignore it until he wakes up to a romantic breakfast in bed. He thinks Dean must be possessed, but there's no way in hell Sam ever could ever guess what Dean really has in store.
DISCLAIMER: Dean and Sam do not belong to me. They are the property of Eric Kripke and the CW. The story is all mine. I am simply borrowing the characters to play out my fantasies. In fact, this story is loosely based on the real life story of how I…well, that would just ruin it, wouldn't it?
A/N 1: This isjust phase one of a six schmoop filled phase arc I have planned out in my head. Each phase will probably be pretty short, so I'll try to get them all done and posted as fast as possible. I wrote this a lot faster than I normally write, and it is un-beta'd, so I apologize for any and all mistakes. Please R&R.
Ice Cream Proposition
Phase One: Breakfast in Bed
Dean was acting . . . well, Dean was acting strange, to say the least. Because, yeah, Dean acted pretty strange all the time, but this? This was a whole new level of weird, even for him.
Dean had been sneaking around on Sam's laptop for weeks now. Sam can always tell when Dean messes around on it because he always clears the browser history. At first Sam thought he was surfing porn in typical Dean fashion, but then one night Sam woke up to find Dean staring at the laptop, so focused and serious, reading something intently. Sam was careful not to let Dean know he saw.
But things didn't stop there. Next there were the mysterious phone calls from the motel bathrooms in the middle of the night, the incoming calls he always had to "take outside" and brushed off like they were nothing, the way he started volunteering to go on all the morning coffee runs and always took twice as long as normal, and, weirdest of all, the way he kept staring at Sam's hands like they were about to jump right off his arms.
And just when he thought things couldn't get any weirder, Sam woke up. Sam woke up to breakfast. In bed. With roses. Sam woke up to breakfast in bed with blood red roses in a vase on a try with a full home cooked breakfast. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, coffee, juice – the whole nine yards.
Here it comes, Sam thinks, Dean did something stupid again and now he wants forgiveness, but "What the hell, man? What is all this?" is what he says instead.
"What? Can't a guy do something nice for his boyfriend once in a while?" Dean replied with a smirk.
"Uh, generally speaking? Then yes. So I say again, what the hell is this?"
"Shut up and enjoy it, bitch. Now eat up, we've got a big day."
"Heh. Yeah, whatever. Jerk." Sam scoffs. He considers dumping holy water on Dean, just to be safe, but thinks better of it and decides to tuck in instead.
"Oh my God, Dean! This is delicious!" Sam yells with a mouth full of food to the bathroom door where Dean went to take a shower. Good choice, he decides.
Sam finished off his romantic breakfast in bed wondering what on earth Dean has in store to make today such a 'big day.'
TBC
