Disclaimer: I am a fan of both Supernatural and Dark Angel. Unfortunately, I don't own either. All due respect to the lucky people who do.
A/N: I am a humorous one shot type of girl, I guess, because these things always come to me easier than another chapter to my longer stories. Oh well, please enjoy. In this story, Alec is on a hunt with Sam and Dean. He still lives in Seattle (early season 2) but goes out with the Winchesters every once in a while. They are in Supernatural time line so the pulse didn't happen. Don't put too much thought into the logistics of it, just read and enjoy the story, then review it. :)
A Day in the Life
Sam, Dean, and their transgenic friend, Alec walked into the motel room and groaned. This one was especially tacky, Elvis themed. There were more rhinestones in that room than any man ever wants to see in his lifetime, let alone at one locale. They seriously considered leaving when they saw the blue suede rug. However, it was the only motel for the next 40 miles and it was already 1 am, so driving elsewhere didn't sound appealing either. They lugged in their duffle bags and settle down for the night. If that wasn't bad enough, it is near impossible to find a motel room with three beds in it. They've been forced to develop a system of sorts to see who had to sleep on the floor.
Sam and Dean went first. They always had, they always would. It was the way they had settled things since they were kids. The old fashioned way, Rock Paper Scissors.
Sam and Dean both eyed the cold, hard floor beneath them with distaste. They looked up at one another and held that stare as they slammed their fist into their palm in perfect time.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors." they chanted as they made their choices. Sam won…As always. Dean scowled as he turned to Alec. One bed, two men. Who would win? Sam sighed as the two circled each other as if sizing up the enemy before a fight.
Drama Queens! Sam inwardly sighed and thought to himself. He had to resist the urge to face palm at the sight.
They finally finished their "ritual" as Sam started calling it after the fourth separate occurrence. Dean and Alec raised their hands and began.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" They called simultaneously.
Honestly, do they never learn? Sam groaned as he saw that they both threw scissors.
They started yelling again.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"
Once again, scissors was drawn by both parties. After the fourth tie between the twins, Sam stuck his hand into the pocket of his jeans and fished out a quarter. He showed it to the battling look-alikes and they nodded. He threw it in the air. Maybe Sam could finally get some much needed rest.
"Heads!" Alec and Dean both called out.
Then again, maybe not.
Please review. I hope you liked it and God bless.