Title: Trip to the Dentist (1/2)
Author: alakewood
Warnings: A mention of a porno.
Word Count: 1100
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dean's been acting a little strange, and Sam finally drags it out of him what's going on.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing.
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The fifth time Dean passed on pie, Sam wondered what was goin on. He'd also noted the decrease in his brother's overall sugar consumption – one packet of sugar in his coffee, walking by the Little Debbie display in the gas station. "Dude," Sam said.
Dean tossed him a confused glance before resuming his ogling of their waitress as she walked away, having just picked up their check and her tip. "What?"
"They've got pie. Like, all of your favorites. A la mode."
Dean just shrugged, returning his attention to Sam when the waitress disappeared into the kitchen. "So?"
"They've got pie," Sam repeated incredulously. "And you're all, 'No, thanks. Don't think I could eat another bite.' Dean, you're a bottomless pit."
"Well, gee, thanks, Sammy."
Sam's lips formed a thin, tight line as he huffed out a breath through his nose. "You never say 'no' to pie. What's up?"
Dean's jaw muscles twitched a little before he answered. "Nothing's up. Why does something have to be up just because I didn't ask for pie?"
"You haven't had pie the last five diners we've been to."
One eyebrow cocked skeptically. "You've been keeping track of my pie-eating habits?"
"Can we stop talking about pie?"
"Dude! You're the one that brought it up."
"Come on, Dean," Sam whined. "What's going on?"
Dean's lips puffed out slightly as he looked out the window, debating what he was going to tell Sam. "I...I think I have a cavity." He kept staring outside and Sam kept silent. A few moments passed, Sam still not saying anything, and Dean finally chanced a look at him.
"That's it?" Sam asked. "A cavity."
Dean's eyes went wide. "Yeah!"
Sam studied his brother for a minute, grin forming on his face. "You're afraid of the dentist."
His reply was an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes as he slid out of their booth.
In the car, Sam said it again as if he didn't quite believe it. "You're afraid of the dentist."
"Yeah, so? And you're afraid of clowns. At least mine is a rational fear. The shots and the drills and, oh – I've even heard about this guy that died at the dentist when they put him under. When was the last time you heard of somebody dying at the circus, huh, Sammy?"
"Well-"
"And don't even mention the hunt in Medford. Doesn't count."
Sam sighed. "If it's just a cavity, they won't even put you under the anesthesia."
"But there's still the novocain and the drilling," Dean argued.
"Dude. Pie. Twinkies. That's like two of your major food groups." That earned him a glare. "It's only going to get worse. Get's bad enough, they'll have to pull it. Then they probably will put you out." If Dean wasn't a grown man, Sam would've though he was pouting, but, since he knew Dean had next to nothing in common with a six year old, he'd call it 'brooding.'
When they made it back to the motel, Sam went for the phone book in the drawer of the nightstand. "What are you doing?" Dean questioned warily.
Sam started leafing through the pages as he sat at the edge of his bed. "I'm gonna see if there's a clinic nearby. Make you an appointment."
"Sam," sounded like a warning, and Dean attempted to grab the directory from his brother's hands. "We're not gonna be here long enough, anyways."
"We can stick around a few extra days."
"We can't afford it."
"It's either a couple hundred now or twice as much – or more – later."
Again with the brooding. "You're just gonna do what you want anyhow," Dean said, starting back towards the door. "I'll be back later."
"Dean," Sam began, but only ended up talking to the door.
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Of course the dentist office would be busy at the precise time Dean "needed" to go. "They're not plotting against you," Sam assured, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "It just kids getting ready to go back to school." Dean made a face and Sam hitched the bag up higher. "I'm gonna make a trip into Rice Lake. You wanna come with, or...?"
"Nah. I'm cool."
Sam sighed. "I'll be back in a couple hours."
With his brother only fifteen minutes gone, Dean curled up with his gun under his pillow and took a nap. Didn't matter that it was one in the afternoon – no hunt, no research, he could indulge himself a little.
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"Hey. Sleeping beauty." Sam nudged Dean's mattress with his knee.
"Wha?" came the muffled response, Dean face buried in the crook of his elbow.
"Here." Sam tossed a thin, smallish, black, rectangular box into Dean's side. "Maybe you'll get lucky tomorrow."
Dean rubbed his eyes with a fist and picked up the box. A DVD: "Drilled and Filled." Glanced over at Sam, who could no longer stifle his laughter.
"I'll leave you to it," Sam said. "I'll be at the library."
"Ha ha! You're so funny!" Dean called after his little brother just before the door closed. "Bitch," he grumbled, turning the case over. He saw Sam's laptop sitting on the unlevel table in the corner, open and angled in such a way that Dean knew it had been left there on purpose. He stood and stretched, then grabbed the computer and brought it back over to his bed. "Eh. Porn is porn," he reasoned to himself as he popped the case open and pried the disc out.
When the computer came up out of its hibernate mode, there was a little note left for him on the screen: "I swear – if the keys stick the slightest bit, you're buying me a new laptop."
Dean watched as the dentist – a sexy, stacked brunette – totally ravished her patient. Then, the guy bent her over the dentists chair and said, "Now you open up wide," and Dean definitely felt a little more at ease about going to the dentist. He made a mental note to thank Sam for the stress-reliever.
Maybe the dental assistant would try to take advantage of him.