Written for the "Think Outside The Box" Challenge over at spnwriterlounge on LiveJournal. We had to write something that we don't normally write and I wrote (vaugelly) amusing gen Sam and Dean. Considering I usually write angsty wincest!
This is for M E Wofford. Cos I love her and can't wait to see her!
"Dude....you're fucking heavy. You know that?"
"Sorry that my muscular form is bothering you Sam. But that thing is scaring that crap out of me."
"So you felt it was ok to jump in my lap?"
"Sam...its staring at me again." Sam sighs and pushes Dean off his lap. This version of his brother was mildly amusing for a bit. Now its just downright frustrating. Dean's always been the "hell yeah I'll kill anything that moves" kinda guy. But now he's...not so much. And not only does he feel the need to jump into Sam's lap to get away from the "evil creature with the staring beady eyes" but he also feels the need to clutch at Sam's shirt, and hide if face in Sam's shoulder. And yeah, he kinda feels like he has a kid right now. An over grown, heavy, fucking annoying kid. But a kid nevertheless. If Dean wasn't in danger of dropping dean in the next 12 hours Sam would have punched him by now.
"Its not staring at you. Its eyes are too small to see anyway." Sam stands up from the couch and Dean clutches at his shirt again, the hem this time. Trying to pull Sam back down onto the couch.
"Sam would you just kill it already. Its freaking me out."
"Dude...its a spider." Sam gestures towards it and Dean shudders. Actually shudders. The guy that can kill a ghost with not so much as a second glance, can pick up shapeshifter skin without vomiting all over the place, shudders, at a tiny spider.
"Its a creepy ass, eight-legged freak Sam....get rid of it." Dean lifts his legs off the floor and curls into an upright ball on the couch, clutching his knees to his chest. Sam sighs again and scoops the spider off the floor. Dean cowers futher back into the corner of the couch with a sound that sounds distinctly like a shriek. Sam repressing the urge to laugh and deposits the spider out of the window.
"There...happy?" He asks. Sitting back down on the couch and crossing his arms and legs. Ha, he thinks, try getting on my lap now Dean. Dean nods, grabs his beer off the table and peers at the label. His face screws up in concentration.
"What?" Sam asks. Dean looks up at him with worry etched all over his face.
"You know how much sugar is in this Sam? Its bad for your teeth. I'm not drinking it."
"Oh for fucks sake." Sam huffs and grabs the beer out of Dean's hands. He marches into the kitchenette and fills a glass full of tap water. Dean eyes it suspiciously as Sam hands it to him, but takes it anyway.
"Thanks Sammy." He says but there is a hint of a question in his voice. Sam rolls his eyes.
"No way man. I am not sterilising that. Just drink the damn water."
V!
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