E/O Drabble Challenge: nail, weird, coffee (a little catching up!)
Spoilers/Notes: Happy Birthday to Vanessa Sgroi! It's not my best, but I've got a bit of beat up Dean and Sam helping out in there.
I'm catching up from some insanity including PAXEast (the greatest geek fest ever!) and a work conference. After PAXEast, I've been in super video game mode, and had this strange idea of "wouldn't it be funny to see Sam and Cas get drunk and play Rock Band" so, umm, that's what happened!
Since I'm behind, one story, three drabbles, enjoy!
Word count: 100 each, 300 total
Rock Stars
"Dude, we totally nailed it! 95%! Awesome!" Sam came down to Dean with Castiel trailing behind him.
Dean gave his brother a smirk. "Umm, sure, if you call that shrieking sound you were making in place of Bon Jovi awesome."
Castiel looked at Sam and Dean. "I am beginning to enjoy this strange game of Rock Band. The circular tapping things are ... fun."
Dean sighed. "That's it, no more vodke or Rock Band for you two tonight."
Cas frowned and pointed toward some guys. "But they want to play AC/DC with us next."
"All right," Dean agreed. "Last song."
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The audience in the bar booed as the sounds of "Back in Black" were replaced by the "Failed Out" screen.
One guy threw down the guitar and stared at Castiel, still sitting behind the drums. Cas shrugged. "I tried to hit the colored disks correctly."
Dean saw this was about to get ugly and ran up on stage. "Hey, man, it's their first time, how about we just leave right now and ..."
The man grabbed Dean's collar. "We NEVER fail out. It was your weird friends' fault."
Dean stopped trying to talk when he felt pain radiate through his jaw.
Dean found himself on the motel bed with Sam by his side. He opened his eyes and the light burned into his head painfully, so he quickly shut them again. They were open long enough to see that Sam had a black eye and several other bruises as well.
A cup of something warm was thrust into Dean's hand.
"What?" He muttered.
"Coffee." Sam replied.
Dean felt something cold against his cheek.
"And ice."
"Thanks, man. How did we get out of there?"
"Cas may have found some interesting new uses for his drumsticks."
Dean chuckled. That made his head hurt.
"Ow."