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Dragon Noodles
Chapter 7
Glitter in the Impala
(A/N: Words inside Alphonse's head are in Italics.)
From Chapter 6
Alphonse held on and decided to explore. He leaned over and took a look at the place where all the bouncing was happening
Alphonse: Oh no! Smells-Like-Flowers is eating all of Safe-in-His-Arms dangling bits. That must hurt. Bad Smells-Like-Flowers.
Alphonse started biting Alicia's knees, the only part of her he could reach. Sam squawked, Alicia squealed and Alphonse made a noise like a motorcycle revving up.
With all the noise no one heard Dean and Charlie's shouts. It was only when the door burst open and Dean stood there with his gun out that the full glory of the disaster was revealed.
Chapter 7
"Hey, Knot-Head," Dean held out a hand. "I need my wrench."
Alphonse rose gracefully from his perch on Dean's ass and fluttered over to the tool bench. He picked up Dean's wrench and dropped it into the man's hand.
Charlie leaned against the door frame, sucking a raspberry Slurpee through a crazy straw. The sight of Dean Winchester and Alphonse working together amused her. Dean never could get Sam interested in the car and here was this odd partnership working together smoothly. Dean stood with his head stuffed under the hood doing something mysterious and mechanical; ignoring the fact that he had a little purple dragon riding his butt and watching every move over his shoulder.
She didn't want to startled them but turning to leave she slammed her elbow into the frame, knocking the Slurpee out of her own hand. "Damn it."
"What theā¦" Dean's head rose and smashed into the hood. Alphonse leaped into the air and flew in circles shouting his signature word "Sonofavitch!" Dean turned to look at the little sister he never asked for standing in the doorway, blue Slurpee dripping down her shirt.
"What the Hell, Charlie?" He complained, rubbing the rising knot on the back of his head.
"Regard it as karma, Winchester," Charlie shot back. "You shouldn't call Al names."
"Me and Al have a perfectly good working relationship going on here, Charlie," he replied. "You're the trouble maker."
"Does Sammy know you're turning his dragon into a grease monkey?"
"Al has a right to make his own decisions. He doesn't have to do everything Sam says, especially when Sam's idea of a reward is a rice cake."
Charlie felt called upon to defend Sam's honor. "With peanut butter, Dean; don't overlook the importance of peanut butter."
Alphonse landed on the roof of the Impala.
Alphonse: Peanut butter, is that what that stuff is called? That's really hard to get off the roof of my mouth. Phufft
"Hey Knot-Head, get off the roof. You're scratching the paint." Dean barked.
Alphonse moved into the back seat through the lowered window.
Alphonse: Much better.
Alphonse rubbed his itchy back against the upholstery. Sam's little dragon was growing up. His pretty little shiny baby scales were dropping like dandruff and new, bigger scales were pushing up from underneath.
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Dean passed through the library, pulling on his old leather jacket. "I'm going into town to play pool at the sports bar. Either of you guys want to come?"
Sam looked up from his book. "Do you think enough time as gone by since your last raid on the town's pool players?"
"Yeah, I think so," Dean responded. "Besides, I'm bored. I'm tired of beating you two and I finished teaching Al his new word. I need something to do."
"What new word?" Sam said suspiciously. High above, near the ceiling Alphonse was flitting from light fixture to light fixture practicing his new word; "Assphutt, assphutt, assphutt."
Sam closed his eyes and put his head back. "What's that supposed to be? Assbutt?"
"We're still having a lot of trouble with 'b's and 'm's." Dean responded.
"I don't suppose that you ever considered teaching him something normal like "Hello" Sam asked.
Dean got huffy. "Hey, Al's not a parrot. He's a dragon. Besides, this word is a present for Castiel. Castiel as a word is too far out of Al's league. He can call Castiel Assphutt when the Angel shows up. Anyway, do you want to go play pool or not?"
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It was around one thirty in the morning when Dean and Sam left the bar. Dean has his hand wrapped around about three hundred dollars he had taken off a couple of visiting frat boys, home from school to see mom and dad.
"That sure was strange." Dean said to Sam.
"What was strange, Dean? You won, didn't you?" Sam said with a suspiciously straight face. He knew exactly what his brother was talking about. Sam had been giggling all night. Dean had yelped every time someone pinched his ass.
"People kept pinching my ass all night." Dean complained. "It sure is hard to play pool like that and I bet I'm covered in bruises."
Finally Sam couldn't hold it in any more. "Well, what do you expect, Dean? You can't go play in a pool hall with glitter all over your ass without some kind of consequences."
"What the hell, Sam? What are you talking about?" They had finally reached the Impala and Dean was trying to look behind him as he reached for the door.
When the door opened the dome light came on and the inside of the Impala twinkled at the outraged Hunter. "Who the hell dumped glitter in my car?"
"It's not glitter, Dean." Sam said calmly. "It's Dragon scales. Alphonse is shedding."
