Title: The Night Dean Winchester Blew His Own Secret
Rating: G…one not so nice word at the end
Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam they belong to Eric Kripke.
Notes: Nothing to say here really…this is the product of sheer boredom in A/V class. Thanks to Charlotte who helped me decide on the title.
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It was late Monday or early Tuesday depending on how you wanted to look at it when Dean Winchester's dreaded secret was found out.
With his brother sleeping Dean sat on the other bed with the laptop resting on his knees, looking through a paranormal website Sam had bookmarked; streaming live out of mom's basement no doubt.
When squinting at the page became tiresome Dean confirmed that his brother was still asleep before digging through his jacket pockets, pulling out, only seconds later, small silver frames. With a sigh Dean slipped them on his face before moving the laptop to rest on his knees again and going back to the site; a site which was very dull.
He woke to subdued laughter some time later. Blinking slowly, Dean opened his eyes to see Sam standing at the end of the bed holding the laptop, a very crystal clear Sam, free from the fuzzy edges Dean had gotten use to seeing in life.
Reaching a hand toward his face Dean found the source of Sam's laughter, sitting precariously on the tip of his nose was the one thing he'd spent years hiding…his glasses.
Deciding that it wasn't worth the effort to hide them now that Sam had seen—he could always do without the headache not wearing them brought on—he pushed the glasses back to where they were suppose to be.
"What time is it?" he asked, blatantly ignoring the glasses thing.
"6 am," Sam said cheerfully, someone obviously had their coffee already.
"Already? Damn we aught to get moving then."
"I'm just waiting for you," Sam said, putting the laptop away, ignoring for the second the prime brother-teasing material he had starring him in the face.
As they were getting into the Impala however Sam couldn't resist a jab, "Should I be worried about your driving with those on or without?"
Dean glared at him and pulled the glasses off, shoving them into his pocket, "I haven't killed us yet."
Sam stopped halfway into the car, remembering a past experience, "Maybe you should put those back on."
Dean turned the car on, "Maybe you should get in the car before I drive away with you like that."
Sam barely made it in the car as it was before Dean was pulling out of the parking spot.
"Four eyed jerk."
Without taking his eyes off the road Dean smacked Sam upside the head, "Bitch."
END