Title: "Guys in Long Coats"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Dean, and Sam belong to Mr. Kripcke and Co. at the CW.
Pairing: Just Sam and Dean conversing, hints of Dean/Cas
"You're seriously watching this again?"
Dean glanced over at the motel door as Sam stomped in, shaking raindrops out of his shaggy hair and setting the room key on the small table next to his laptop.
"What? Its Buffy. She kills vampires 'n…demons…'n stuff. Come on! She's awesome," Dean retorted, taking another swig off his nearly empty beer. "And hot! Hand me another one, will ya?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "No. It's almost midnight and we have to get up early. The thing in Cleveland, remember? 5am wake-up call?" No response. Sam's shoulders sagged and he sighed, heading for the shower. Like Dean was ever listening. Onscreen, Buffy round-house kicked a vampire's clumsy attempt to grab her, back-flipping onto a coffin. This was ridiculous. "Dean, how can you watch this crap?" Sam grabbed a clean shirt out of his duffle. "I mean, vampire's don't just turn to dust."
"Yeah, so?" Dean shook his beer bottle. Damn. Empty.
"She can't throw a punch worth a damn. And any "big bad" we've come across would kick her pretty little ass."
"Dude, did you seriously just air quote 'big bad'?" Dean chuckled, snagging another beer from the green cooler. "And nice to see you can actually notice a pretty little piece of ass, Sammy, you giant prude."
Shooting Dean a withering glance, Sam slammed the bathroom door. "I am not a prude!"
Dean smirked again, settling in with a fresh beer.
"I'm surprised you even notice any of the female characters," Sam yelled through the door.
"What, Sam? Can't hear you," Dean turned up the volume. Dude, nobody messed with his Buffy re-runs. This was epically funny stuff. 'Course it was ridiculous and unrealistic. Its TV for god's sake! It's not supposed to be realistic. With all the horror and real-life shit they dealt with every day, he deserved to kick back and watch something entertaining.
"Oy! Slayer!" Now there was an entertaining character. Spike. He was loud and rude and obnoxious. He could throw a decent punch and toss out insults and…
The bathroom door cracked open. "I said, I'm surprised you even notice any of the female characters since you're always blabbing on about Spike and his accent and his fighting style and…" A boot thudded into the door. Sam snickered as he closed the door.
"Vamp's got style is all. He's cool."
When Sam finally left the bathroom, steam escaping into the main room behind him, the credits were rolling with another episode just about to start. Shaking his head, he grabbed the remote and clicked off the TV. "Seriously, Dean. 5am. Go to sleep!"
"Bitch!"
"Jerk. "
Dean tugged his other boot off and flopped back onto the bed, yawning. "What is it with you and 5am?"
"What is it with you and guys in long coats?"
"What? Guys in long coats… I do not have..."
Sam just raised his eyebrows as he got under the covers, reaching over to turn out the light.
"Shut up."
"Night, Dean."
"Night, bitch."