E/O Challenge: Cube
A three hundred word triabble from Dizzo, Edina Clouds and Amberdreams not necessarily in that order.
Priceless
Sam could hear Dean before he saw him, even though for some reason, his brother's voice seemed to have dropped into an even lower register than usual. As he approached, he found out why.
"Meanwhile, back in the Bat Cave…"
Shuffle, thud.
Sam crept closer, cell-phone out and camera on.
"Kerpow! Wham!"
Sam whipped around the corner and snapped Dean in mid-kick.
When he saw Batman!Dean's opponent, the grin dropped off his face.
"Dean! That's a cubist masterpiece!"
It was hard to tell if Dean was blushing or just red from exertion.
"Well it looks like the Joker to me!"
x-x-x
Sam squatted down before the wrecked picture.
"Dean, this is a Metzinger."
"Mess-what?"
"A Metzinger; a priceless masterpiece."
Dean shrugged.
"And you've put your foot through it."
"Nah, probably jus' some crap they bought at Wal-mart," Dean grunted.
Sam sighed, dropping an ice-cube into a tumbler; heck he needed a drink.
"Dean, ancient secret-societies don't display artwork they bought in Wal-mart. Trust me, this is … WAS ... a freakin' original."
"Oh."
"What about that weird thing on the library wall?" Dean asked shiftily.
"Yeah, it's a Matisse. Why?"
Dean pointed sheepishly to his knife; "Batman needed some target practice."
x-x-x
Several glasses of whiskey later both Winchesters were getting in some target practice in the "Bat Cave."
"S'my turn," Dean grinned. "Twenty bucks ... right between the eyes."
"I'll take it," Sam nodded, as Dean threw his knife.
"So ... who's this Messy guy ... anyway?" Dean asked, pulling the blade from its target. "N'why'd he paint squares?"
"His name's Metzinger ... wasn't squares ... he was a Cubist ... like Picasso."
"And this painting ... it's priceless?"
Sam nodded in confirmation.
But it didn't matter. Because right now just being with Dean; seeing him smile was far more valuable.