Disclaimer: I own nothing of SPN, like the rest of you. But I do have some very nice reviews I like to think are mine. Yay!
My deepest apologies for getting side tracked on this story while being mid story on Circus Fever, I always told myself I would ALWAYS finish one before starting another, but THIS WAS AN EMERGENCY!
Author's Note: This story is for Winjennster, because she's about to journey into the depths of hell to procure a very specific type of merit bage. Love it people, cause there is no one who could portray our Dean like Winjennster. Carry on! And carry a big stick…..
Bobby walked into the dimly lit kitchen to find Sam pouring over paperwork.
Not a book, but brightly colored, high gloss pamphlets. Sam looked up at him, guilt and shame on his face as he scooped the papers back into a pile in the middle of the table.
Bobby sighed and poured himself a cup of coffee before settling down at the table across from Sam. "You've made up your mind then," Bobby stated. It wasn't a question; it was a hard, ugly truth.
Sam ran a hand nervously through his shaggy hair and replied, "Yeah, I think so."
"He ain't going to go for this easily, I hope you know that," Bobby said as a slight grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You have a plan?"
"You think it's possible to get him into the car willingly," Sam asked quietly. He didn't want to wake Dean. It was past midnight and he had slipped out of their room to take another read through the details, wanting some time to formulate a plan without worrying that Dean would put a loaded pistol to his head.
"You know any hoodoo? Cause he isn't going to go willingly, even for you," Bobby said with a chuckle. "What about some rope or handcuffs? Maybe some tranquilizers or something."
"You want me to drug him," Sam asked with a small laugh. "He knew this was coming."
"He knew it was possible-although highly unlikely-it would be like getting ghost sickness twice," Bobby replied. "And it's not like you gave him much choice-"
"Not true, Bobby!" Sam stated. "I gave him plenty of choices; he just refused to be reasonable about this. We need some time off."
"And this is your solution," Bobby snorted into his coffee. "You're braver than I give you credit for. Or just downright insane."
"Bobby! I'm not wrong about this," Sam argued. "He's been pushing himself for a while now. Hunting like there's no tomorrow, trolling the internet at all hours, I even caught him working out the other day, and-Christ-he even went into a Walmart. You know him-he hates Walmart!"
Bobby's eyes grew wide as he took another gulp of coffee. "That does sound serious. He always said he'd never take the Impala into the Walmart parking lot, something it being the hellmouth of all car door dings," Bobby replied.
Sam nodded as he gathered up the glossy pamphlets and stuffed them back into the folder.
"Out of curiosity, where the hell you been hiding those," Bobby asked he as he motioned to the folder.
"Vegetable drawer in the fridge," Sam replied with a small smile. "The one guaranteed place he'd never think to look."
Bobby laughed and got up from the table. "Well, you better get some sleep. You'll have a long drive tomorrow, if you can even get him into the car," Bobby said.
"Yeah, probably should get some sleep. He's going to be difficult about this," Sam replied as shoved the folder back under the bag of romaine in the fridge.
"Good luck. Let me know if he shoots you," Bobby said. "Maybe I'll just keep the first aid kit on hand until you boys leave. Just in case."
Sam was impossibly quiet as he tiptoed back into the small room he and Dean always shared at Bobby's house. It was a small room, barely big enough for the two full size beds. Sam was really too tall for the bed, but the couch was downstairs and Dean would worry if Sam was gone when he woke up. It was easier to just sleep sideways than to know that Dean would get up during the night to check on him.
His eyes were just slipping closed when he heard it; someone clearing their throat. Sam was almost hopeful it was some fugly he could just fight off, but he knew he wasn't that lucky. It was Dean.
"Did you decide," Dean asked aloud.
"On what," Sam asked innocently, glad that the lamp was off. Dean would see right through him.
"You said we were going on some kind of vacation, which personally-if you want to go roam some hippie dippy salad farm somewhere, more power to you-but I'm fine," Dean stated firmly. "I'll stay here while you go questing for higher quality hair products."
"No," Sam snapped. "You agreed to this. You were given ample opportunity to help make the plans, you bailed on me. Now you're stuck with whatever I choose."
"No! I gave you plenty of choices-Chicago for one-and then there's always the Grand Canyon, or the bunny ranch that I read about in Busty Asian Beauties, hell-I'd even be happy with a tour of the Mrs. Smith pie factory," Dean argued defensively.
"Dean, those places aren't really vacations destinations," Sam countered.
"They are for me," Dean retorted. "I don't want to do some lame ass organic berry picking!"
Sam laughed into the darkness. "We're not going to the berry farm. Or salad farm. I used an actual vacation planner," Sam said.
"Was she at least hot," Dean asked. This conversation was beginning to frustrate him.
"Um—no, Chris, was not hot. Cause Chris is a man," Sam replied as he flipped his pillow over. "Don't worry. I have his guarantees this will be the best vacation we've ever had."
Dean snorted. "We've never taken a vacation Sam," Dean said. "So, your pal Chris, could have just sold us a one way ticket to hell. Or worse—some stomach flu infested cruise liner."
"Shut up and go to sleep Dean," Sam ground out. "We have a long drive tomorrow."
"Will you at least tell me where we're going," Dean demanded. "I'd like to know in case I want to sit this one out."
"No. Just know that it's going to be fun and that once upon a time ago as kids we wanted to go," Sam said. "So shut up and go to sleep."
Silence fell over the room and Sam was just slipping into sleep when he heard Dean clear his throat again.
"Is it-"
"Dean! Shut the hell up and go to sleep," Sam exclaimed. "I'm not kidding!"
Ok. So this chapter was wayyyyy longer than I thought it would be.
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