A Moment With My Brother
Roller-Derby
"What the hell possessed you? The pair of you ought to know better..."
Sam's voice does nothing to hide his disappointment in us and I glance at Dean as we stand side by side, in shared disgrace but slightly taller than usual, next to the sofa where Sam is tending to Cas's injuries.
Dean's face is a mixture of regret and embarrassment with a escalating dollop of pissed-off-i-ness at Sam's sanctimonious prissiness. I suspect this might not go well but then the whole incident hasn't really been a total success. Still, worth it though.
It started off okay. When it was just Dean and I and the long straight corridor in the basement of the bunker. It was fine then. In fact we were having a blast. But then Cas came to see what we were laughing so much about our precious find and well, we didn't think it'd do any harm to let him join in.
And anyway, you'd think an ex-celestial being would be intrinsically more...well...graceful? Wouldn't ya? Me too. But he sure isn't.
Anyway, back to simmering Sam.
"You're lucky he just got bumped on the head. He could have cracked his skull wide open, or broken a leg or an arm. Any of ya could..."
Sam snaps parentally and we both nod in our best 'being told off by headmaster' contrition.
"Where did you even find roller skates anyway?"
Sam harumphs exasperatedly and Dean opens his mouth to answer but the former angel is trying to speak, I feel probably in our defense, so we both keep schtumm.
Yeah, I'm almost certain Cas's gonna try and dig us, Dean and I that is, outta the crap but he's kinda woozy and the words are really just woolly-sounding mumbles so it's not really doing anything to sway Sam's bad opinion of us. Way to go for trying though, Cas.
"Come on, Sam. They were just sitting there...A dozen pairs or more of them...in the big store room. They were just calling out to us."
Dean reasons, chancing his arm.
"And we didn't..."
Dean goes to continue but Sam gives him that look that would freeze newly-spewed magma and the words sorta die on his possibly-pouting lips.
Maybe I should try? Sam might listen to me. After all, even though I'm their 'little' sis he knows I'm way more responsible than Dean. Don't look at me like that...I am too!
"We didn't intend him to head butt the column like he did, Sam."
I start and Sam looks up from his ice-packing-the-angel duty and scowls a little but he doesn't shush me totally like he did Dean so I press on as Cas baby-talk-lala's and giggles in the background.
"Dean told him to take it steady at first, not to go too fast but the marble's really slick, Sam..."
I thrum my foot, whizzing my wheels on the pretty pink migmatite to emphasize my point as Sam observes and his big-ole MoL brain absorbs the logic and I think we're gonna get away with it as his face softens a bit but just then Cas pipes up.
"Did I win?"
We all look at him and his deep blue eyes are revolving in slightly opposite directions but he does have a happy, I-don't-give-a-fuck sorta smile on his face.
"Win what, Cas?"
Sam questions checking the duck-egg that is sprouting above Cas's left eyebrow and Dean glances across at me mouthing "Ah, crap!' and I know he's seeing our chances of getting away with our wickedness poofing away on a cloud of slightly-bent angel feathers.
"The race, silly!"
Cas slurrs, looking at each of the three Sam's he sees with slight impatience.
"I ws...winning but Dean cheated..."
"I did not cheat!"
Dean hisses in heatedly, rolling elegantly closer to the couch on his Legacy wheels and sitting down next to the middle of the concussion-generated Sams that Cas is still seeing.
"I just got the drop on ya, that's all. You don't have the power in your thighs like I do."
Dean reasons, pointing at his own admittedly powerful thigh appreciatively but then winces sympathetically as Sam vigorously re-applies the icepack to Cas's ever-growing bump.
"I told ya. It's like when you're watching to see when someone's gonna shoot. Don't watch their finger on the trigger, watch their eyes. Charlie was starting us off and you didn't watch her eyes to see when she was gonna raise the start flag."
Cas nods and pushes himself up on his elbows looking intently, if a little dizzily, at Dean.
"Green..."
He says confidently.
"What ?"
Sam says, voicing all our confusion.
"What was green?"
Cas snorts in collective exasperation at us.
"Eyes."
He points at one of the crowd of Sam/Charlie/Dean's who hover before him and I chirp on.
"No, Cas, my eyes are brown."
(Stunningly brown, so many have said!)
But the ex-feather-fly-boy is loosing the slight concussion battle and chooses this moment to go all sleepybobos on us.
"Nah...they green..."
He drawls and Dean shuffles his wheels, suddenly strangely bashful, as Sam tuts noisily over the whole sorry affair.
And me?
I just smile knowingly.
ends.