Pint-Sized Prompt Challenge - March 2017

by Ninjapirate101

Written for the pint sized prompt challenge on r/fanfiction. Multiple shows involved. Multiple pairings/characters! NCIS, Emergency, Psych. Each chapter is a separate drabble. All can be read alone. Warning/Tags in each chapter. There will be 31 drabbles, one for each day of the month. March Madness is the theme! Will be updating tags/relationships/characters/etc daily.

13. Rest is for the Drunk (Supernatural)

March 13th: Un-right - 100 words - Character is trying to do something that doesn't normally work in their world. They are absolutely convinced that it will work.

Warnings: N/A

Fandom: Supernatural!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural!

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Rest is for the Drunk

"Hey Sammy lookit!" Dean's slurred speech jolted Sam out of the nice doze he found himself in. Sam groaned at having to move his head and body to look at his drunk brother. Another job was just completed and they wanted to celebrate by locking themselves away in their motel room and enjoying a few - okay 6 bottles of bourbon. What could he say, they needed a break.

"Sammy! You lookin' at me? 'M tellin' ya it'll work!" Sam could hear something banging against the bedside table and he really didn't want to look, but he knew his brother would just keep bugging him if he didn't. He was so not going to spend the next two days with Dean's shenanigans.

He couldn't stop the bark of a laugh, maybe he should lay off the Bourbon himself. Dean was hula-hooping beside the bed, his hips moving to keep the plastic toy around his hips.

"Seeeee! It's gunna work Sammy! Try to attack me!" Sam was definitely not going to attack his brother, he didn't think he could even stand up. There was a hissing sound, or was it the ocean?

"Dean, wass' that sound?" His own slurred speech hit his ears and he knew he should lay off for a while.

"Salt Sammy, put salt in the hoop! You're not the only genius in this family! This is totally gunna work, nuthin's gunna get past me." Dean continued to work the hula-hoop around his waist and brought it up around his neck, playing with the children's toy.

Sam could see where he thought it could work, but there was one flaw. He smirked and reached for the half-eaten apple beside him, cursing the effort it took. Sam looked towards Dean and saw he was still distracted with his new toy and launched the apple at his brothers face. For being drunk, he had to marvel at the accuracy as the apple smacked its target eliciting a stunned gasp and a drop of the hula-hoop from Dean.

Dean pouted. "You're's not playin' fair Sam-an-tha. Wasn't ready. Try it again I dare ya!" Dean armed himself with his hula-hoop and brought it again to his waist, determined to stop his brother, only to see him passed out on the couch.

Maybe he should make one for Sammy too.