Okay, I hope this one makes up for the last! LOL, it was a TON of fun to right, probably one of my favorites out of the whole list :) I hope you guys like it!
Oh yeah, still don't own. Otherwise the boys would never leave my bedroom ;)
I was so bored! We had been in this motel room in stupid Fucking Nowhere, Indiana for days because Dean got laid up with Kick-ass Flu and couldn't walk two steps without losing his lunch. And without Dean, I couldn't go ANYWHERE, even the nearest bar, because Sam was such a freak about that 'no drinking until your 21' thing. Killjoy. I didn't even wanna drink; I just needed to get out! But no, he had to 'take care of Dean.'
Because apparently a man with a lifetime resume of killing evil things and kicking asses couldn't handle the Sniffles all that well.
Mr. Sick-and-Snuffly had finally recuperated, at least somewhat, and we were headed to Arkansas for the next job. We had just stopped at a local greasy spoon for a bite to eat, and Sam was giving Dean a case run-through.
"Seems like this spirit was someone who was very controlling when he was alive. Guess old habits die hard. He abducts people with strong wills and, well, asshole complexes and as soon as he gets his victims to give up, he disappears. He gets off on people submitting to him."
"I bet you'd know all about getting off on submission." I muttered, rolling my eyes and giggling at images that popped up of Sam in chains and purple fuzzy handcuffs. Damn. Kinky.
Sam whipped his head around so fast it made ME dizzy. "Do what, Chrystal?" He asked menacingly in that voice that clearly says, "I heard you, and you're dead."
"Err… I like your shirt?" I tried lamely, smiling and giving him my 'innocent' look. I really hadn't meant for it to slip out like that, but being stuck in a small motel with a sleeping cat and nothing to do but listen to Dean sneezing, coughing, hacking, spitting, and singing The Doors Greatest Hits in his croaky, off-key voice does things to your head. I actually usually love Dean's singing voice, but it just doesn't sound so good with 50 pounds of mucus behind it, it was a challenge not to clobber him after an hour.
"Very funny, Chrystal." He rolled his eyes.
"Well it's true…" I heard. Wait, did I say that? WHY did I say that? Damn, drowsiness, boredom, and Sam don't mix too well for me, do they?
"Just shut up now, ok? Please." He gave me a glare. Apparently not sleeping for a week, boredom, and bad singing don't mix well for him either. Bitch…
"Hey, what you do in the bedroom is your business, ok? I'm no prude, I understand. I can see where a long day of hunting and getting your ass kicked by demons could make you feel the need to get your ass kicked and hopefully fucked by something significantly hotter." I raised my hands up in a shrug. Now this is entertaining, right here!
The look on that 24-year-old man's face was so incredibly priceless! His face turned the brightest red I've ever seen, while his mouth dropped open as he tried to splutter out a denial. His dark brown eyes widened to an impossible dimension, and mirrored a look between 'I-can't-believe-you-said-that' and 'if-only-I-could-reach-over-there-and-kill-you'.
Dean just looked at him brother in complete amusement. "Oh my God, she's right, isn't she? Sam, are you the bottom?" Sam shook his head vehemently.
By this time, we were getting MANY strange looks from the other patrons.
I just couldn't hold it in anymore after that! I laughed so hard I think I changed colors. Dean was just looking at his brother in disbelief.
"So… You ARE top? Atta boy! I knew it." He clapped his brother on the shoulder. Sam just blushed and held his head in his hands. "Oh Lord Jesus Christ, please kill me now. I'm begging here. You owe me." He looked upwards.
That just made the whole situation even worse for Dean and me. We just couldn't stop laughing! I seriously thought I would piss myself when some woman walked by and winked at Sam, before whispering "Don't make fun of being the sub. Try it, you may like it." in his ear and then proceeding to bite him on the earlobe so hard he barely suppressed a squeal.
When we walked out of the diner an hour later, everyone was still laughing aside from the youngest Winchester. He wasn't thrilled. Especially when I pointed out the fact that his ear was starting to bruise.
"I could go back in there and get her number for you, but make sure you're ready for some… Fun.. first." I offered as we walked back toward the car, making a whip-cracking sound and winking.
"Ok. That is IT." Sam leaned over and picked me up, scooping me into his arms as easily as if I was five or weighed in at 40 pounds. Gotta hand it to the man, he's built like a friggin' OX.
"Hey! Dude, put me DOWN! I am NOT a ragdoll and I appreciate my feet to be on the ground, thank you! Oh, I hate you right now, you stupid Geek!" I screamed indignantly as people began to watch.
He merely chuckled and nodded at Dean. "Open the trunk." His brother just gave him a sly grin and did as he said.
Now MY big brown eyes were the ones in danger of popping out! "I can't fit in there! There's no way you'd really do that! I mean, right? You love me!" As he began to lower me into the car, I changed tactics and started to hit him. "This is ILLEGAL!"
"Yeah? So is everything else we do! Have a nice ride." He popped the trunk down on top of me and gave it a pat. I could hear the idiots laughing through the metal. Oh, I'm shooting them both with the freaking SAWED-OFF!
I heard the engine start with a shudder. They were actually going to make me ride in the trunk! Those bastards!
The car began to move and I bounced around on top of the weapons, cussing and hitting my head.
After what seemed like days, the car finally stopped and I heard the trunk open. Sam took one look at the expression on my face and pretty much collapsed into a fit of giggles. I was not, however, amused.
"I cannot believe you actually did that! You suck, dude!" He just laughed harder and pulled me into a one-armed hug. I began to chuckle a bit myself. I was still pissed, but the whole situation was pretty damn funny.
I looked around to see that the trip that felt like it had been hours long had, in actuality, been just a few loops around the parking lot.
I climbed back into the car and lay down, fully appreciating the cramped back seat now.
I looked at Sam's ear and poked it. "Yep, still worth it." Before laying back down and smiling to myself.
