Hello there, this is a very, very short "story" if you can call it that. I wrote this while I was writing my BA thesis. I hope you like it, I know it's short, but it was supposed to be like that!
I'd like to dedicate this mini story to xenascully, because I think she is an amazing person and I am sad that we kinda lost contact, because I don't know why. Miss ya! X x
Sam and Dean were in a motel room. Sam was sitting on his bed, a book in his hand, seemingly immersed in the content. Dean was standing in the kitchenette, searching for something edible in the fridge.
"Hey Dean?" said Sam.
"Hmm..?" mumbled Dean back, his head still hidden behind the fridge door.
"Do you know what our last name actually means?"
Irritated, Dean poked his head out and asked: "What do you mean? The city in England?"
"Well, in a way yes, but Winchester was the English word for Camelot."
"Camelot? Do you mean that place where King Arthur lived?"
"Wow Dean, I'm impressed." Said Sam with raised eyebrows. Dean just grunted in response and shut the fridge door, giving up on finding anything useful.
Sam raised the book he was reading and began to read out loud:
"So anone they departed, and within fyftene dayes journey they cam unto Camelot, that ys in Englyshe called Wynchester." Sam pronounced each word as they were supposed to be, in Middle English, which is a mix of German and modern English.
Sam looked back at Dean, who looked back at him with a mix of disgust and dubiousness.
"God, you're such a geek, Sammy. Come on, we need to get something to eat, there is nothing in this fridge." Dean said, while shaking his head, walking to the door.
Sam got up, throwing his book back on the bed, before leaving the motel room after Dean.
The title of the book was Le Morte Darthure.
Sammy really is a geek.