Supernatural: Poor Old Yeller
Summary: Dean watches a movie and is unexpectedly affected by it.
Poor Old Yeller
Dean was bored. Sam was out getting food and he had nothing to do. They weren't on a case at the moment and all he had was well, time. He'd already cleaned the weapons, so now he was sitting and leaning back against the headboard on the bed in their motel room and flipping through the channels of the TV.
"Boring, boring, boring…"
Finally he landed on some kind of dog
movie called Old Yeller. He thought he'd vaguely remembered Sam
mentioning it once, but he hadn't paid much attention. Well it was
actually the most interesting thing on, everything else was crap, and
he was bored.
So, Dean Winchester settled in to watch a story
about a boy and his dog…
A little while later Sam finally walked back in with a couple of food bags to find Dean sitting hastily wiping his face and eyes and turning off the TV.
"What the…"
"Oh… Sam. Hey, what took you so long?"
"I got caught in some traffic. Dean… were you crying?"
"Who me? Of course not! I just got some dust in my eyes."
Sam grabbed the remote and turned the TV back on. "Old Yeller? You were watching Old Yeller and it made you cry?"
"I was not crying! I just got some dust in my eyes."
"Dean this place is spotless. They could give the housekeeper a medal for how clean it is."
"Shut up and give me the food. I'm hungry."
The next day as Dean was driving Sam kept glancing at him then looking away and snickering. Finally he couldn't stand it any longer.
"Dude just what is so funny?"
"Last night you were talking on your sleep. You kept saying, poor old Yeller. Poor Old Yeller."
"What?! I so was not!"
"You were too. Man I didn't know you liked dogs so much."
"I don't! Just… okay, maybe I think it sucked that the dog saves the day only to get rabies and a bullet to the brain, that's all."
"Awww… do you want me to get you a puppy Dean? Or maybe a tissue?"
"Shut up Sam."
"You could even name it Old Yeller."
"Shut up Sam."
"I had no idea you were so sensitive."
"You're the sensitive one not me, and now you're clearly imagining things."
"You know, I hear a lot of girls like sensitive guys who cry at movies."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. They think it's hot."
"Well it doesn't matter anyway because Mr. Sensitive I am not. So shut up already."
Sam looked out the window and grinned while Dean wondered if he could use that information the next time he met a hot looking girl. Oh the possibilities…