The day hell froze over
Summary: Sam paled. "Dude, hell just froze over, didn't it?"
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural and its sexy characters. Shucks.
I am back, from a long Hiatus! This has to be my first Supernatural Fic. Humor as always. It has no real specific time. It could be anywhere in season 4 or five…
Enjoy!
"Dude, you must be insane if you think I'm going down there and seducing a sixty-seven year old woman for information!" Sam exploded.
"Nope. Not insane, just older than you. Which means, you do as I say." Dean said matter-of-factly .
"Exactly! You are older, which means you should do it."
"She likes you Sammy-boy. What did she say again? That she loved how those jeans fit on your oh-so juicy butto–"
"I don't need a reminder." Sam said, with his eyes cast down and palm raised.
"It's the only way to get the info on her husband's grave. Come on Sam, take one for the team." Dean grinned.
Sam sent his older brother a glare that could very well have smote him. The corner of Dean's mouth twitched upwards. That goes to show how much Cas being around affected them. Sam was picking up Cas' expressions.
There was a moment of silence, then finally both brothers straightened up, looking at each other with their head tilted slightly upwards.
"Rock, paper, scissors?" Sam challenged.
"Let's do this."
"Just one try Dean. No more 'Two out of three'. You get one chance." Sam smirked.
Dean narrowed his eyes. "Bring it."
The brothers each shifted, feet shoulder-width apart, with their upper bodies leaning slightly forward – toward each other. Dean's jaw was clenched, a serious expression on his face. Sam had an urge to laugh, but he kept himself in check. Instead, he smirked knowing this was in the bag. Their right fists smacked their open left palm three times simultaneously, before they shaped their hand into the weapon they chose.
One, Two, Three.
Rock, Paper, Scissors.
Sam's eyes nearly widened so much that Dean thought they would just come tumbling out of his head. Sam's hand was in the rock form, ready to beat Dean's scissors. Dean always chose scissors. Didn't he? Then why did he choose paper this time?
Why?
Sam paled. "Dude, hell just froze over, didn't it?"
Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Don't be such a drama-queen, Samantha."
Sam gulped. "It did. I know it did."
Dean let out a smirk. "I think you have some seducing to do."
"Two out of three?" Sam asked weakly.
Dean laughed. "Hell no."
Sam gave his big, cheater brother a well formed bitchface.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
End.
Well, this suddenly came out of my head after a certain thought. 'What if Dean chose something other than scissors for once?'
Did you like it? XD I bet poor Sammy didn't…
Review to make him happy again!