Disclaimer: The characters, story, plot of Supernatural are NOT mine; they all belong to Kripke, that magnificent bastard. I just like to play with his action figures sometimes. :B
A/N: Why do I keep hurting Dean? They say we hurt the ones we love. Or something. I come up with the strangest things. And yes, VCRs in the new millenium (2000s?). Crappy back road motels have VCRs still, because I say so. :P I am possibly also the only human being left that still owns a VCR myself. Which reminds me; I totally got Evil Dead on VHS at a yard sale, and I need to watch that shit, pronto. Maybe that's what Dean was trying to do...?
Also, the name of the story is inspired by a game called Portal. It's totally awesome, even though the cake is a lie. You should buy it. :B
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Summary: Dean is bad with electronics. That, or the VCR is possessed. Very possibly crack.
Thinking with Portals
"Ow! Oh, sweet Jesus, let it end..." Dean's voice was rough and ragged as he sat on the edge of the bed, arms turned upward and thrust out toward his little brother.
Sam deftly applied antiseptic cream to the lacerations that swirled up the older man's wrists and forearms like bright red vines. "You wuss." A hissed intake of breath.
"Bite me, Big Foot." Another dab of medicine, maybe just a little too rough this time. "Ah! Hey!"
"Well, how 'bout next time you refrain from opening up random portals in the motel VCR?"
"It's not my fault that thing- damnit, Sam!- is possessed." Sam almost felt bad when Dean flinched back, pulling his left arm away. Almost.
"I'm never letting you near my laptop again."
Even through his pain, Dean couldn't stop the evil grin that came to his face. "Oh, I'm gonna use it Sammy. And I'm gonna open up a big-ass portal to Telletubby world, and throw you in it."
"Jerk."
"Ow! Bitch."