A/N: Another assignment for Creative Writing. For this one we picked an item from the pre-school playground and used it as a key point in a short story.
I picked the row of big rubber tires that I used to climb through/on when I was a small fetus. Ah, the memories.
Tag to 9.15, #thinman
I'm tired and delusional, so excuse my mistakes. No beta this time, I procrastinated too much for that…
More formalities down there,
Love,
~Hunter
Author: Her Majesty's Hunter (EC)
Rating: K
Summary: Sam always slept better in the Impala anyways
Disclaimer: Supernatural is Eric Kripke's brainchild, not mine.
If he was honest, Sam would take sleeping in the backseat of the Impala over some lumpy , roach-infested motel bed any day. It was his home, after all.
So naturally, he wasn't discouraged when he & his 20 year old brother pulled the Chevy into an empty field turned junkyard for the night.
Had his father been there he would have whined about it to no end, but with the aforementioned Hunter 3 states away waiting for his boys to finish off a raging Kelpie, Sam seemed almost overly calm for a moody 16 year old.
Even if sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with your only sibling on a half-buried 16 wheeler tire wasn't exactly normal. Or wasn't supposed to be, anyways.
Tired voices raised in banter and dual laughter as the brothers exchanged stories from God knows how long ago.
"Remember when you dressed up as Batman & jumped off the shed when you were 5?" Dean asked, smiling as his emerald hued eyes glimmered with the reflection of the mismatched stars.
"Yeah, after you jumped first."
"Dude, I was 9, and I was dressed as Superman. Everyone knows Batman can't fly."
"I didn't! I broke my arm!"
Dean laughed, shaking his head as he took a swig from the can hung limply in his fingers, "Yeah, I drove you to the ER on my handlebars."
There was a moment of comfortable silence the older brother gave a tired sigh, "Good times."
Rather than giving a verbal answer, Sam only leaned against Dean's shoulder, smiling contentedly.
Dean ruffled his little brother's hair, earning a childish response as Sam stuck his tongue out in defiance.
"Ain't my fault you have girl hair, Sammy."
"It's not girly!"
"It is too!"
"Is not!"
Dean jumped backwards off the tire, chest heaving with laughter as he ran the few feet to the car, his younger brother following behind him.
He swung the passenger door open and slid into the Impala's bench seat on his stomach, only to be tackled by his younger brother, who rolled into the horn, prompting the car to let out a loud & offensive beep.
Sam eased off the horn as both men erupted into hysterics, dislodging the sea of green army surplus blankets layered over the black leather seats.
"Alright, get off me, Sasquatch," Dean said, smiling as he shoved Sam over the median into the back seat.
Sam poked his head up from under the seat, face flushed and hair tousled, "Can I go to bed now?"
"Yeah, yeah, just stay on your side of the car," Dean replied, tossing his brother a pillow from under the dashboard.
Silence echoed through the car as the boys settled into their makeshift beds, the eldest smiling slightly as he heard his brother's breathing even out into a steady rhythm.
"Night, Sammy."
A/N: I like to think that Sam woke up to Dean hitting his head on the steering wheel.
Anyways, it's nearly 11PM for me. I'll be going to bed now.
Have a good night/morning/afternoon/life,
~Hunter