Between a Wild Time and a Flat Line
A/N: *shrugs* This was mostly done so I thought, why the hell not. I think Sammy would appreciate me getting this thing over and done with already instead of prolonging his torture. *pats his head sympathetically* I feel your pain, buddy, I had to write it. But seriously... try... imagining... Sam in a dress and then describing him from a guy's point of view. *shudders* My mind. Remind me again why I'm doing this... Oh yeah. Anywho! Read on; there be brotherly banter here and then a short bar scene just building up to the next chapter. Also a teensy bit of foreshadowing 'cause really this does have a plot. xP *waves hand* Off you go~
CHAPTER 3
The next couple of hours were spent 'preparing' the younger Winchester – who was wishing the ground would just open up and swallow him whole and leave him there in peace until this day was over. He had never wished he could wipe the too-amused smirk off his brother's face more than he did now.
Said brother had used his creative genius (his words) to derive various 'defensive weapons in disguise' for his kid brother. Sam was convinced there was something here that Dean wasn't telling him about, despite Dean's casual denials of the claim. But he let the matter drop for now because if it was serious then surely he'd be in the know by now, and they'd be hunting it or something instead of heading for a bar.
Which brought him back to the matter at hand, and Sam glared moodily out the car's windscreen.
"I can't believe you're making me do this," he grumbled. He shot yet another deadly glare at his smirking brother. He was uncomfortable, pissed, and yeah, more than a little embarrassed.
"Just remember Sammy - it's for a good cause," said Dean, ruffling the younger boy's hair. Sam shook him away, bangs flying and falling into his eyes.
"Dean, it's for your entertainment!"
Dean acted wounded. "Sammy, it's all for our survival! We need the money, and what better way to earn it than hustling pool? And," he added loudly when Sam opened his mouth to interrupt, "All those idiot guys would totally underestimate a chick, which means we will win their cash using the undeniable skill you picked up from your awesome big bro, and everyone goes home happy," he concluded with a grin.
"Except for the guys who lose the game," Sam reminded him. "And whoever you decide to piss off this time. And me." He paused, considering that while Dean huffed and muttered, "Spoilsport."
"I still don't like this," Sam declared after a couple more minutes of silent driving - silent except for the quiet radio in the background.
"Shocker," said Dean, lips quirked in another smirk. "And here I was thinkin' you were totally up for it."
Sam rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to fix his... his... the extremely feminie piece of clothing that hsi brother had thrust him in. Did he mention he was really uncomfortable? "Jerk."
"Bitch," Dean countered easily, turning up the music. He shot his brother a light grin. "Loosen up Samantha, it'll be fun. Seriously."
"Of course it will," Sam said drily. "Because when isn't cross-dressing as a chick for a night fun? And stop calling me that."
"It's your name," Dean shrugged. He really was enjoying this too much. "And you need to girl-ify yourself up some more, man. Though your voice is so soft, I suppose it doesn't really matter," he mused as an afterthought.
Sam just punched him in response. Then settled back in the passenger seat as the small-town local pool bar came into view around the corner. He was not jittery (this is Sam Winchester we're talking about - the strong, smart hunter who took after his badass brother. He didn't do jittery), but he couldn't deny the long-suffering feeling of dread that settled over him.
This night so wasn't going to end well.
And that was without even accounting for the fact that he had to endure it all knowing that Dean was so definitely going to be watching from the sidelines practically splitting his sides from laughter.
"Dean?"
"Yes, little sister?"
"This is an awful idea, and I hate you very much for it, and I hope Karma sics some love-struck wrinkly old granny on you. Or ten." Sam paused. That mental image alone - containing a truly horrified and panicked brother, of course - might just be enough to get him through... at least the first ten minutes of the night. "Just thought I'd let you know, in the very possible case that I don't make it out of this alive," he added casually.
Dean just chuckled, the jerk. "Who ever said you aren't an adorable ray of sunshine and rainbows? I almost feel bad for the poor bastard who'll have to endure your sarcastic wit for a whole game. Y'know, if he wasn't so generously giving us his money for it."
Sam cracked a smile against his will and shook his head. God knows how, but Dean just never failed to do that.
"Right. Let's get this show on the road."
-x-x-x-
"Say, that's a sweet ride," Ian the bartender noted to Liz as they passed around shots, nodding out the somewhat grainy window beside the front door.
His co-worker looked up in time to see the door opening and the two occupants of aforementioned car stepped in. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the male, a confident young man with green eyes that swept around the inside of the bar and an easy handsome grin that had more than one pair of eyes turning to stare as he swaggered up to the stools lined up before the bar like he'd been there a hundred times before.
Liz went to serve him straight away, flirty smile in place, and Ian snorted his amusement. He glanced up again at the second arrival, who stuck to the guy, and his eyebrows rose slightly as he took the pretty brunette in, impressed. She was younger than the male by maybe a couple of years – didn't look any older than 19, but it was hard to tell by her height. Hazel cat-like eyes narrowed at her companion and red lips twisted in annoyance. She was wearing a glittering purple mini-dress that hugged her modest curves, with a short black cardigan and stockings. Her light brown hair framed her face in a short cut, giving her a cute and innocent look that was marred slightly by the irritated scowl aimed at the guy she'd come with.
Ian sidled up to the counter. "Hey there, darlin'," he drawled. "Anything I can getcha?"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Frowning slightly, Ian stuck around, watching as she whacked the man lightly with her purse to get his attention away from a flirting Liz. He glanced at her, unperturbed, though he looked like he was trying not to laugh for some reason. "What?"
"Dean," she hissed, her voice soft but getting across her impatience. "What exactly am I supposed to do?"
"Oh yeah." Dean sat back, looking around until his eyes landed on the pool table and he grinned. "There ya go, Sammy. Just barge in like you own the place and join the game," he shrugged at 'Sammy's incredulous look before turning to find Ian still standing there and looking extremely confused. "Hey, mind getting us a couple shots?"
Ian nodded mutely and passed along the glasses, filling them both, before clearing his throat and asking doubtfully, "So, uh, she's going to... challenge those guys-" he nodded over at the cocky men huddled around the pool table; "at their competition?"
"Yep," Dean grinned, not looking a bit unsure.
Blinking, he cocked an eyebrow at the quiet girl. She glared at him, daring him to say anything. "Right. You any good? It's... Sammy, isn't it?"
She scowled again, gritted out "Sam-" before her friend jumped in with a too enthusiastic, "Samantha, actually." He added in an aside to Ian, "Hates being called Sammy, she does." He smirked over at her, then yelped as she kicked him in the shin.
Ian watched on, completely baffled. Might be time to see if anyone else needed anything. "Okay then. Good luck," he muttered before striding away, shaking his head.
Behind him, Dean burst out laughing.
A/N: Okay. *sighs in relief* Got that bit done. Anyone got a vat of acid handy I wouldn't mind dunking my head into it now, no jk it wasn't that bad... *wrinkles nose* No, okay, it sort of was, because seriously. *shakes head and tries not to crack up again. mental image. omg.*
Um, yeah. Review? xD I dunno what about, but... yeaah. Funny? Not? Go ahead- *pokes review box*
This was just a reliever off writing serious stuff for my other fic. Jeez the mood change.
(Psst, oy renae – i think might do some kittychesters after this, *blinks* in the mood for kitty-bro fluffiness. :P And i still got your old prompts to work with. *pokes it*)
'kays, 'tis all from moi. *waves* Laters~!
-izzy.
