Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: POWER
Word Count: 600

PASSION PLAY POWER PLAY

By: Vanessa Sgroi

Gingerly scooching back on the motel room bed, Dean Winchester smiled as he hit the "Power" button on Sam's laptop. Rubbing his hands together in delighted anticipation of some Busty Asian Beauty action, he waited for the computer to boot. For a few seconds the laptop did nothing then to his surprise, the computer suddenly zoinked and a black screen popped up. It read, "Not gonna happen. Sorry, Dean. You are locked out."

Dean frowned. "What the…"

The words slowly faded away and were replaced with "Your ever-loving brother, Sam." He growled low in his throat and started hitting a variety of keys on the keyboard. Each key blatted at him, mocked him. He slammed the laptop shut with a curse and leaned back with crossed arms to await the return of his ever-loving, ever-priggish if you asked Dean, brother.

It wasn't too long before he heared the key in the door. Dean sat up—well, mostly sat up and donned his best recalcitrant expression.

"Sam, how could you do that to me?" he asked just as Sam stepped over the threshold.

"Do what?" Sam queried back as he shook raindrops from his hair and dropped a couple of fast food and drugstore bags on the small round table near the window.

"You locked me out of your computer!"

Shrugging out of his jacket, Sam shook his head. "Sorry, Dean, I don't want you using my computer to look at your smut."

"Busty Asian Beauties is not smut! It's a respectable, artistic endeavor to exhibit lithesome beauty."

"Is that what they're calling porn now? Anyway I DON'T like it freezing up my laptop. Besides, you shouldn't be looking at that stuff anyway, you're still recovering."

"Yeah, recovering from a couple of bullet wounds, not a broken dick."

Sam immediately shushed Dean. "Whoa, yeah, not going there! TMI!"

Dean's lower lip jutted out in a pout. "You just like having this power over me, don't you?"

Sam laughed. "Sure, yeah. I like having the power to keep you from watching porn on my computer."

"You're laughing at me."

"Right now you deserve to be laughed at."

"You don't want me to have any fun."

"No, I don't want you to have THAT kind of…err…fun. Not right now. And not on my computer. You can have fun—read a book, watch a movie, take a nap, clean your gun or even the grenade launcher…"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I've done all those. Except the book thingy."

It was Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "All right. Why don't we play Words with Friends against each other?"

"No way. You always win at that."

"FightList then."

"Only if we download FightList 2. Because you know all the categories for the first one."

"All right, fine. We'll play that. AFTER we eat and you take your pills."

The older Winchester grimaced. "I'd rather not. Take the pills, I mean."

"You're taking them one way or another."

"There's that power trip again." This time Dean said it with a teasing smile.

"Nah. I just want the advantage during the game," Sam teased back.

"I knew it!"

Sam grabbed the deli bag and handed it to his brother. "Plain turkey on white. No cheese. And don't even think of complaining."

"Wouldn't dream of it," muttered Dean.

"Water or ginger ale?"

"Oh, I'll walk on the wild side—ginger ale."

Sam handed Dean his drink. "A few more days and maybe I'll bring you some pie."

Dean pushed the laptop toward his younger brother. "Well, at least that'll give me something to look forward to, Dr. Killjoy."

FIN