Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing related to Supernatural. Kripke and Co. are the lucky ones there. I'm just having a little fun.
PAIN AND SUFFERING
By: Vanessa Sgroi
The lecture hall was stuffy. Stuffy and dusty. And shrouded with gloom. Dean squirmed in his chair. Fifteen minutes in, and he was already beyond bored to death. He began tapping his pen on the desktop, only to stop when Sam threw him side-eyed shade. He sighed, drooping lower in his seat. In fact, any lower and he'd end up sprawled on his ass on the floor. That quickly grew uncomfortable after a minute or two, and Dean pushed himself up straight. His left knee began to frenetically bounce, stopping only when Sam's hand came down and squeezed Dean's kneecap hard.
"Stop!" Sam hissed.
Dean slumped again. He rested his head on the back of the chair. His eyes drifted closed. The speaker's monotonous voice assaulted his ears like a mosquito's buzzy whine.
"Dean, wake up!" Sam's hiss was accompanied by a sharp elbow to the ribs.
"I'm awake," he whispered back, his eyes opening. "I was just resting my eyes."
"Uh huh."
With some effort, Dean focused on the speaker, marveling when he managed to last 15 minutes and actually absorbed some information. But soon, as the lecturer continued to drone on about inapposite minutiae, he was sinking down again, his head nodding.
And shortly thereafter, he was snoring.
Sam's head twisted around, and he stared agape. His gaze circled the room, finding every eye on his brother. His cheeks flushed, and he cleared his throat. "Sorry," he addressed the group, "sorry, it's…it's the cold medicine, you know…" He slugged Dean on the arm.
"Dean, wake up!"
After a loud snort, Dean came awake, sitting up, fully alert. "What? I was awake! I heard every word."
"You were snoring!"
Dean felt all the eyes fixed on him and felt his cheeks redden. "Oh." He waved a dismissive hand. "Uh…sorry…"
Sam began to gather his things. "Maybe we should go," he said to the room in general.
"Good idea," Dean muttered under his breath.
Outside the lecture hall, Sam threw him an epic bitchface. "So much for our research!"
"No, Sam, that…that wasn't research," declared Dean, wagging a finger at his younger sibling. "THAT was torture! If I ever see the inside of a lecture hall listening to the 'vast intricacies of the rules of universal antipodal elements' it'll be too soon!"
Sam shook his head and heaved a great sigh. "To be honest…I agree with you. That WAS torture!"
FIN