Yet another one shot, par moi.
Once again, Sam tries to get some meaning to what he does, and Dean shoves it off with that cocky swagger we all know and love. Totally typical, I must say.
Read and review...i wanna see how good i've gotten at writing these in under 20 minutes.
Deep Like A Kiddy Pool
Sam gingerly closed the door of the Impala. He found footing on the floor and sat slowly in the passenger seat, careful to avoid Dean's stare.
"Well?" Dean started the engine.
"Well what?" Sam pretended to be oblivious, something he felt particularly good at this moment.
"Come on, Sammy. I know you want to tell me all about how you got with that Sara chick." Dean teased as they pulled out of the parking lot.
Sam looked at the rear view mirror to see Sara waving from the doors of the auction house, "She's nice." Sam sighed, watching Sara disappear from their view, "And I didn't 'get it'"
Dean scoffed. "She's nice?" Dean said disbelievingly, "Nice? Dude, this is the girl who didn't take any crap when we had to burn the bones of that dude in the painting. I mean…come on…dude!"
"You have got to stop saying dude…" Sam began.
Dean cocked his eyebrow at him.
"…Dude." Sam finished.
"See? It just doesn't feel right without it." Dean laughed.
"Ok, then…Sara. She's a nice girl and all…but..." Sam started.
"Sammy, I'm pretty sure Jess would be okay with this." Dean pointed out.
"No, it's not that." Dean looked at him, "I mean, I did love Jess…I'm just feel weird by the fact that we won't be seeing Sara anytime soon."
"So?" Dean shot back.
"No wonder you're such a hit with the ladies." The sarcasm was unheard in Sam's voice, "She's looking for something, man. I don't think that, with what we do and all, that I can exactly give her…anything."
Dean laughed a little too obnoxiously as they stopped at a red light. He put in a random tape and Metallica started blaring, "So why'd you get into it anyway?"
"Because."
"Come on, Sammy. You know I'm not gonna take that crap on a platter." Dean released the brake and the Impala started rolling.
Sam was quick to change the subject, "Where are we going anyway?"
Dean shrugged, "I guess we have to wait for whatever'll come up."
There was an awkward silence as both Dean and Sam contemplated their thoughts.
"Hey, dude." Dean said, "I'm just happy you got some action." He didn't try to hide his laugh.
"Don't say that." Sam told him. Quite frankly, he was getting tired of how Dean was acting.
"Say what?"
"All that stuff…you know, go town to town. Checking out every blonde, big boob-ed girl you see…"
"Oh, God. We're not going to have 'the talk' are we?" Dean teased his brother.
"No," Sam tried to stop Dean's cocky wisecracks, "I just want there to be some meaning, some substance, to every girl we 'hook up' with." He added the air-quotes a little too annoyingly.
Dean scoffed.
"What?" Sam snapped.
"You know, Sammy..." Dean started as they pulled into the parking lot of a self-service gas station. He got out of the Impala.
"What?" Sam repeated, sticking his head out the window.
"Sometime or other," Dean cracked a smile, "You have got to take that 3 foot stick out of your butt."
