Just a quicky quadruple drabble for TraSan for her birthday. It's probably lame--I apologize.
Happy Birthday, TraSan.
Ness
All standard disclaimers apply.
Blemished
By: Vanessa Sgroi
"Dude, what the hell is that thing on your face?"
"It's a pimple, Dean," Sam huffed out an annoyed breath and crossed the drab motel room in three long strides.
"That is not just a pimple. It's…It's a mountain. No—a volcano! A great big, red, pus-filled…"
"I get it, Dean. Now can you shut up about it?"
"It's like neon red, man. The kodama will see you comin' a mile away!" Dean snickered. "It's like the eighth wonder of the world, I think.
Sam self-consciously covered his nose with his hand.
"You're like 27. Didn't you outgrow those years ago?"
"Thought so. It must be stress. Besides, you can't tell me you don't get them too. Especially with all that greasy food and chocolate you eat."
"Ha! Shows what you know. A pimple wouldn't dare mar this gorgeous, but manly, visage. Unlike your girly-girl one."
Sam dug around in the first aid kit for some alcohol to use on the offending blemish. After liberally applying it in the bathroom, he returned to the main room looking more morose than ever. The pimple was now even more red than it had been a few seconds ago, and it hurt enough to bring tears to his eyes.
"You want me to get a needle and pop it?"
"Hell no!"
"Aw, c'mon, Sammy. I'll be gentle…" Dean grinned evilly.
"Yeah, right."
"While I've got the needle handy, I could pierce your ears, princess…" The older man waggled his eyebrows.
Sam rolled his eyes and huffed out a laugh. He'd honestly missed being teased like this by his big brother. "No, thanks. I don't want you and a needle anywhere near me." With a sigh, he sat down on the edge of the bed and drew on a pair of socks, frowning at a small hole in the toe of the right one. Sam then pulled on his shoes. A small bottle landed beside him on the bed and he picked it up. Visine Eye Drops.
"What's this for? My eyes aren't irritated."
"Put it on the pimple. It'll take the red out."
"Dude, seriously? How the hell do you know that?"
Dean tapped the side of his head. "This here is a font of useful knowledge, Sammy. All kinds of stuff floating around up here."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "I thought most of it was porn."
"Don't make me get that needle."
Fin