So yeah, this is a bit random. But my head always thinks of these really weird things. I've never even seen the movie this is based on, but it serves as inspiration. Anyway, it's set during season 3 but it doesn't really play a role in the plot. It's also just a short story, probably just a few chapters. BTW this isn't wincest or any other slash, so sorry if you are dissapointed.
*Disclaimer*
I own nothing of Supernatural, unfortunately. And any other references made.
'Y'know I told you not to touch the necklace, but you just had to.' Sam roared at Dean as they entered the motel room. Dean took his coat off and threw it on top of the nearby bed, before reaching into the fridge for a beer.
'Yeah but this is me. Since when do I ever listen to you,' He smirked as he took a gulp of the cold liquid.
'Dean this isn't funny. Who knows what the hell is gonna happen to you?' Sam was now at his full height trying to intimidate his brother who, like the sometimes idiot he was, had potentially made himself a target. Again.
They had been investigating a number of deaths that were seemingly unrelated until they had arrived in town and figured out the connection. Each victim had once been in possession of a heavy Gold chain locket before their deaths. All were men, and many friends and family of each recalled their slightly erratic behavior. Behavior that included talking to themselves and, more often that not following random women and sending bewildered expressions their way.
It may have sounded funny, but the fact remained that these men were dead and it was up to the brothers to put an end to it. Although to be fair, it was a bit weird for their standards.
After much digging, they eventually found the locket but Dean being Dean touched it full on, explicably when Sam said not to. Of course the next option would be to burn the necklace, but that would have been too easy. For no matter what they did, they couldn't destroy it. If Sam didn't know better, he would think it was a secret location for Voldemort's soul. Not that he read Harry Potter, or watched the movies *ahem*.
So now they had to not only figure out how to get rid of the cursed object, but also try and prevent Dean from wandering off and heading into cuckoo land. Thinking about it, they still had no idea of why the men behaved the way they did, or rather what they had seen. There was a possibility that they had seen illusions, but until Dean acted the same, he couldn't be sure.
As he looked at him, Dean merely shrugged but Sam wasn't stupid; he knew why he was acting the way he was. His deadline was soon coming up and the way his brother saw it, he could do anything. Why waste time being careful when he was gonna be dead in a matter of weeks. He was being reckless, and to be honest Sam was sick of it. It seemed he was the only one who actually wanted to get him out of the deal. 'I'm not stupid Dean.'
'Never said you were, Sammy.' Dean was now sitting on his bed, back to the headboard.
'It's because of the deal, isn't it? You think that you can just run around risking your life before its even due?'
'That's the idea Sam...'
'No it's not Dean!' Sam cut across his words. He took a deep breath before his next words. 'Ok, you're acting like we've no time, but we do Dean. I mean, it may be short, but it's still there.'
'Sammy…' Once again Sam cut him off.
'No Dean, you're my brother, and I'm not gonna stop till I get you outta this. With or without your help.'
The older brother looked up and stared at his face. He was scared, not that he would ever admit it; that was weakness. And he couldn't afford to show that, especially in front of Sam. He needed to keep going with the pretence that everything was okay, and they were going to get through it. Sam sure as hell saw through that though and Dean knew it. Just as long as they didn't speak it out loud, then they could keep going.
'Well whatever. What are we goin' to do 'bout this necklace?' Sam made a face at this; half because of the change of subject and the other because he actually was at a loss of what to do.
'Research, probably. Course if you had listened to me at the start, we wouldn't be in this mess.'
Dean's head fell to the pillow as he finished the last of his beer. God he hated research, he just couldn't be bothered tonight. Maybe he could sneak out without Sam noticing, head to a local bar. Although he didn't have a legitmate excuse, there was no need to tell his brother that. He smirked at this.
'Well, I'm outta here.' He jumped up from the bed, once again putting his jacket back on again. Sam looked up so fast Dean would have sworn his head would have flown off.
'Er, scuse me, but you're the one who got us into this so you're gonna stay here and help me.'
'But Sammy…' Dean whined, yeah he wasn't too old to do that.
'No Dean, sit down and look though dad's journal. See if there's anything there.' Sam gave him a stern look like a parent to its child. Grumbling, also like a child, Dean through himself onto a nearby seat with the journal in hand.
A few minutes later Sam's head looked up from the laptop screen and glared at his brother. During that time he had decided to make the most ridiculous of noises and popping sounds, deliberately trying to agitate Sam. At one point he was sure that he was humming the theme tune to .
'Because his brother sooooo didn't watch that' He thought sarcastically.
Anyway, he didn't want to admit it, but it was definitely working. There was no way he would be able to concentrate and after a few more moments he finally blew.
'For Gods sake Dean, just go!'
Dean obviously had a master plan as he smirked, which turned into a giggle, yeah a giggle, and ran out the door.
Sam sighed and got back to his work. Sometimes his brother was too much to deal with.
Erm, so short but I'm nearly finished the next one. It's not a serious fic, just a weird and (hopefully funny on) Hope you like it :- )
Oh and I just wanted to say that for UK fans, SPN will be on in early August on LivingTV -_-