Goofus & Gallant: Winchester Style
Author's Note: I loveeeee...Supernatural so let's go with the flow. BTW, help me guys! I'm new here! Go easy on me kay?
P.S.: WTF is the p.s. part even for?
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Sam Winchester sighed as he waited for his brother to exit the gas station. The man had been complaining for the longest time about how he had to pee. Now that they were at the gas station, his 'quick piss' had turned into a 'long shit'. Banging his head against the cushioned impala seats, Sam cursed the time he bet Dean in a drinking contest. Back in Seattle, a few hours ago, Dean and Sam had bet against eachother to see who could down the most whiskey in just ten minutes. While Sam could drink loads more than Dean, when it came to alcohol he couldn't hold his liquor.
A tipsy Dean banging on the passenger door made Sam jump. He banged his head on the ceiling as he turned to look at the heckler. Seeing his brother laughing at him, Sam rolled his eyes as he leaned over and unlocked the door. "Jesus Christ Dean, you scared me. I almost shot you." Dean laughed harder as he got in the car and closed the door. "Oh how scary are you? How much you packing mister?"he said tauntingly. Sam resisted the urge to punch Dean in his face. Cranking up the car and putting it in gear, Sam cautiously pulled out of the gas station. Once on the road he began driving a little to slowly for Dean's liking. A disgruntled sound coming from Dean made him look at his older brother. "What's getting you?"he questioned. Dean shook his head. "Pffft, nothing Sam." Except for the fact that you're driving like someone's grandma, he added mentally.
Dean found himself laughing almost maniaclly at the mental joke that he had made. He gasped for breath as he let his head hit the back of the seat. Sam cleared his throat as he cut his eyes at Dean. The man was worrying him alot and he didn't like the idea of an inebriated Dean should demons or whatever else attack them. Besides, it was close to nighttime and thats when things 'escalated quickly'. Adjusting in the seat, Sam tried to focus on driving. Signs on the road became more frequent and he knew that in about an hour or two, they would be in another part of Washington. All was quiet for about ten minutes when Dean suddenly broke out into song. "Drinkin with my buddy, drinkin' with my girl, hell I'm drinkin' with a guy named Earl. But I don't care 'cause I got my whiskey. Yeah yeah yeah! Drinkin' with your brother, drinkin' with your mom, I'll raise my glass to that fucker King Kong. But I don't give a damn 'cause I got whiskey."
Sam jumped at the outburst. Dean was obviously a little to tipsy. In fact he was so tipsy that he had just made his own song. A heavy hand on his shoulder made Sam nearly veer of the road. "Damnit Dean, whaddya want? Can't you see I'm driving?"he said. Dean laughed. "Awww loosen up Sammy. Didn't you hear my song about whiskey? I think I need a record deal. Maybe if I could get you involved then we could have our own band called the Winchesters." Sam rolled his eyes. "It's Sam and whatever man. I'm not interested in being in a band, especially not yours." Dean made a face. "I'm butt-hurt man. Seriously, loosen up. What's wrong with you?"he asked his brother. Sam shook his head and sat up in the seat. Dean sat back and sunk in his seat. "Is it about what happened in Seattle? If you're mad about the bet, I could always give you your money back. It's no biggie."
Sam chewed his lip as he sped past a sign. "It's not that Dean. Just leave it alone. You're to drunk to understand anyway." Sam focused in on the road and pressed the gas. He was tired, upset, confused, and aching to go to sleep. Dean nodded. "Okay I see how it is. Sammy's having a silent tantrum for some random reason. Awesome living with a woman isn't it?", he said. Sam said nothing. He wasn't about to entertain Dean especially when that made-up song had brought a disturbing thought to his head. He would much rather Dean was completely drunk so that he would at the least go to sleep. But right now he would have tunnel-vision until they got to another city or town.
Two hours later, Sam was pulling into the parking lot of some motel in some unnamed city. Getting out of the car, Sam walked over to the passenger door and opened it. "Get your stuff and get out," he demanded as he went to the trunk. Grabbing his bookbag and duffelbag, Sam headed inside to the lobby. "Nice to see you're off your period Samantha!" Dean yelled after him. Sam ignored him as the door snapped close and the jingling of bells died down to nothing. He sucked his teeth as he walked to the desk and tapped the small bell. When nobody came to service him, he rung it again. "Wait a minute damnit, I'm coming," a gruff voice said. The shuffling of feet and the slapping of sandals was heard as a rough looking man appeared in front of Sam. "What you want boy? I'm trying to sleep back here." The rough man slammed his calloused hands onto the desk.
Sam rubbed his temples to keep from lashing out. "I need a room for two people, preferably one with two beds if you don't mind." The man laughed gruffly and turned to a wall full of keys. He stared at the labels before turning around and saying, "Just as I thought. No more twin rooms available. We do have some single bed rooms." Sam huffed. He didn't want to share a bed with Dean but they couldn't drive forever. "Fine, give me that. How much is it?" The man laughed as he grabbed the key. "Twenty bucks for the room and ten more if you want breakfast." Sam fished in his pocket until he found a crumpled up twenty dollar bill. Tossing the money on the counter, Sam grabbed the key from the man's hand and walked out. People were really pushing his buttons.
Outside, Dean leaned casually against the Impala drinking a beer that appeared from nowhere. "Where'd you get that from Dean?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged. "I always keep a beer up my ass somewhere. Like me to shit you one out as well?" Sam huffed at the incompetence of his brother. I am going to murder him, Sam thought. Waving the key at Dean, Sam began walking down the sheltered sidewalk to room 3A. "Bring your ass Dean," he said. Dean laughed as he shouldered his duffel and followed behind him.
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"Slide over Sammy will ya?" A groggy Sam smacked his lips and stretched his long legs out. "What's going on De?" he asked half-awake. Dean laughed as he shoved the man over with his arm. "Nothing except that you're absolutely ass-raping me in your sleep." "Fuck you Dean," he replied. "Twice in one night Sammy? Aren't you the tiger," Dean fired back. Sam pursed his lips at the response but allowed Dean to slide him over nonetheless. He rolled onto his back as Dean settled into bed and got comfortable underneath the covers. Unable to hold his eyes open any longer, Sam fell back to sleep instantly. His broad chest heaved up and down steadily as he slept. His hand twitched every so often but other than that he was down for the count.
Shaking his head at the man, Dean rolled onto his side and tried to go to sleep. He had been restless majority of the night and Sam didn't even know. Sighing at the thought of his brother, Dean turned his head to look at him. Even though his brother was asleep, his face looked a little tormented. In such a short time, Sam had gone from peaceful to scared. His lips were curled into a little pout and quivered as he twitched his head. His eyebrows were furrowed and his breathing had sped up. Dean watched to see if his brother was okay. What could he be dreaming about that's making him like that, Dean thought. Most times, Sam had dreamless nights and his sleep was altered by nothing. But every so often, he would be tormented in his dream and toss and turn gently. But the tossing could escalate to dangerous heights if his dream was particularly bad. Deciding that Sam was okay, Dean rolled back over.
He was about to close his eyes when Sammy whispered his name. Turning back over and sitting up, Dean looked at Sammy. "Dean don't die. Please don't die. You can't leave me here. Not like this." Dean adopted a confused look. "The hell Sammy?", he questioned out loud. Sammy was silent for a moment before a sniffling sound was heard. "You can't have him. You can't take Dean from me. No!" he yelled. Dean, afraid Sam was to deep in his dream, began to roughly shake the man. "Sam wake up! You're scaring me Sammy! C'mon man!" Sam's eyes began to flutter open as he felt himself in Dean's strong grip. His hair whipped back and forth around his head as Dean shook him. He reached out his hands and grabbed Dean's shoulders. "Dean," he said. Hearing his name, Dean stopped shaking his brother and looked at him. The boy hung his head and allowed his hair to shade his face. The small droplets landing on his boxer shorts and the sniffles was enough to tell Dean that something was wrong.
"Sammy what is it? What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" he asked. Sam shook his head as he often did when they were kids. Reaching up a hand, he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes before Dean could see. Dean sighed at his little brother and put his chin on his head. Pulling Sam close, he held him like he was a baby. "C'mon tell De what's wrong with his little man?"he said gently. Dean tried to gently coax the man into telling him what was wrong. Kissing the top of his head he said, "You can tell your big bro." Sam sighed as he snuggled closer to his 'big bro'. "It was so bad Dean. I don't know how it happened but you died. Some girl had killed you. I tried to save you but I wasn't face enough. And she did it. Sh- she hurt you Dean." Sam tried to talk properly. Dean nodded. "What did she do to me Sammy?" Sam shook his head. "She stabbed you Dean. She stabbed you and kept going. I tried to take you to the hospital but you were already dead. There was blood Dean. Christ there was so much blood. Blood everywhere. I couldn't get it to stop coming. It just kept gushing out. And you were- and you were dead." Sam whispered the last part as Dean held him.
Dean sighed at Sam. Then suddenly he began to laugh. Sam looked up at his brother. "That's not funny Dean! You were dead! What if this was a vision!"Sam yelled. Dean just shook his head. Leaning back to look at Sam, Dean cracked up. "As if I'd let some woman kill me. Don't get me wrong it's possible, but the broad only has .1% of a chance to get me." Sam chewed his lip as he listened to Dean. The man just didn't get it. Pushing off from Dean and getting out of bed, Sam stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. Seeing a bitch rant arrive, Dean laid down and got his response ready. 1..2..3..4, Dean thought. "What's wrong Sam?"
Sam shook his head. "Everything Dean. I just told you my worst dream slash possible vision and all you did was laugh and joke. That girl in my dream killed you Dean. That girl Dean! Killed you Dean! And you think it's funny!" Dean sighed. "But it was just a dream dude. No biggie," he said. Sam shook his head again. "And what if it was a vision? Then that means you might end up dead! D-E-A-D dead!" Sam screamed. Dean laughed. "I'm already a deadman so why should I give a fuck about some girl who wants to kill me?"he asked jokingly. Sam stomped his feet and yelled. "Because I give a fuck and you should to! Maybe you need too give a couple of fucks every once in a while." Dean rubbed his face. Looking at the clock he could see it was three in the morning. "Sammy it was nothing. Jesus Christ! Everytime you have a bad dream you automatically assume that we have a problem when we don't."
Sam nodded and put his hands on his hips. "Okay Dean. I know what the problem is here and it's not my dream. Wanna know?" Dean crossed his arms and nodded. Sam nodded and gave a sadistic laugh. "The problem here is that you are a over-confident bastard who thinks he's invincible." Dean laughed sarcastically. "If you think for one minute that I give a fuck-," he started. Sam slammed his hands on the footboard. "Well maybe you should start giving a fuck," he said as he stormed into the bathroom. Slamming the door, he locked it behind him and sat in the bathtub. He was angry and upset that Dean was making everything a joke.
Outside in the bedroom, Dean facepalmed himself. "C'mon Sammy don't be like that. It was just a misunderstanding." When he got no reply he stretched and sighed. Getting comfortable in the bed, Dean closed his eyes. Goofus and Gallant meet again, he thought as he closed his eyes.
CHAPTER UN FINITO
A.N.: So how do you guys like it?
P.S.: Can I get a review please? I really need some constructive criticism.