Sam Loses It
Author's note: I don't know if this is complete and utter crack or crap. You be the judge. The boys and the Impala belong to Kripke and Company, I am only just borrowing them for some fun. I own nothing except my pets and please don't take them away from me. This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
The old vampire bent forward ever so slightly and quickly picked up what had fallen from his mouth. It was only then that Sam realized he actually saw what he saw. It couldn't be, but then it was. The old vamp quickly put whatever it was into his mouth and smiled menacingly at Sam and Dean.
Sam didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this point. I mean how absurd. A vampire with false teeth. He had never in all his years imagined such a thing, yet her it was standing before him, smiling at him through its fang-like dentures. I mean what dentist in his right mind would fashion false teeth into such sharp points.
Sam was at once overcome with giddiness and sadness for this creature. It was downright funny when you thought about it, yet sad at the same time. He could only imagine how long this vampire had roamed the earth and what kind of success he had with victims when his teeth were removable. Maybe that explained the lankishness of his frame, he was malnourished.
Sam shot a quick glance to Dean to see if he had noticed the vampire's handicapped and from the mile wide smile on his brother's face, it was evident he had. It was hard for Sam to hold back the laughter he felt bubbling up inside him at the look on his brother's face. It was downright comical.
"Hey dude, you ever hear of PoliGrip?" Dean wisecracked.
And that was when Sam finally lost it.
A/N2: So be truthful, tell me what you think. Do you love it, hate it or what? This is just something that came to me in a dream. How would Sam and Dean react to meeting a vampire with false teeth? Thus, this was born.