Soulless Allergies
Title: Soulless Allergies
Author: 27_jaredjensen
Characters/pairing: soulless!Sam, OFC
Word count: ~500
Summary: Written for a comment meme for this prompt: In Season 6, soulless Sam has finally managed to work out a bit of order and efficiency into Sam's mess of a life... and then allergy season hits. He is not best pleased.
A/N: Maybe you will all be SO IMPRESSED with my amazing title that you won't even have to read the fic...
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It’s just after noon and the place is dead. Not unheard of for a Tuesday, but Regan is bored out of her mind and she still has six hours left of her shift.
“HTCHSHUH-uhh-hhnNKSHOO!”
A loud sneeze startles her, and she looks up to see a very tall, very attractive, very sick-looking man in the HABA aisle glaring at allergy medications like he wants to murder them. His nose is bright red, matching his watery eyes, and though she’s seen that a thousand times before, Regan is pretty sure she’s never seen anyone look so incredibly pissed off shopping for medication before.
“Ahh-HUSHSHUH!”
The man sneezes, bringing up one fist to his twitching nostrils, and it makes her jump again. She grabs a pamphlet and pretends to be reading it while covertly watching him. He grabs two boxes from the shelf and crushes his nose between his fingers, giving his head a little shake, like he’s trying to hold back another sneeze.
“Jesus Christ, Sam. You’re a fucking mess.”
As far as Regan can tell, the man is talking to himself. He’s the only one around, and he’s not wearing one of those Bluetooth headsets that her mom always wears.
Suddenly, he-- Sam?-- turns in her direction, and she finds herself staring right at him. She feels her face heat up, and then he’s coming toward her, eyes narrowed.
“I need some allergy meds,” he demands before he even gets to the counter. Regan can’t find her words, and she opens and closes her mouth and turns even redder. The man brushes a hand through his hair with an impatient sigh.
“It’s not fucking rocket science. This shit,” he holds up the first box, “doesn’t do anything. This shit,” a second box, “Makes me drowsy. I’m having an allergy attack-- give me something that helps with allergy attacks.” The last sentence is punctuated with the most threatening sounding sneeze Regan has ever heard.
“B-bless you.” As soon as it’s out of her mouth, Regan wants to take it back. She flinches slightly, half expecting the man to yell at her, but to her surprise he laughs. It’s forced, almost cruel, and it gives her goose bumps. She takes an instinctive step backward and points at the second box.
“We sell a non-drowsy type of that brand. Same shelf.”
He stares at her for a moment longer, and then his eyes move down over her body. She crosses her arms over her chest and takes another step back, thankful for the counter between them.
“Can I help you with anything else?”
The man shakes his head, looks her over once more, and moves back toward the aisle. He sneezes again after picking up the box, and it sounds so miserable that she can’t help but feel sympathetic as she watches him walk away. Even if he was a little creepy. And mean.
But damn, he has a nice ass.
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Author: 27_jaredjensen
Characters/pairing: soulless!Sam, OFC
Word count: ~500
Summary: Written for a comment meme for this prompt: In Season 6, soulless Sam has finally managed to work out a bit of order and efficiency into Sam's mess of a life... and then allergy season hits. He is not best pleased.
A/N: Maybe you will all be SO IMPRESSED with my amazing title that you won't even have to read the fic...
:::
It’s just after noon and the place is dead. Not unheard of for a Tuesday, but Regan is bored out of her mind and she still has six hours left of her shift.
“HTCHSHUH-uhh-hhnNKSHOO!”
A loud sneeze startles her, and she looks up to see a very tall, very attractive, very sick-looking man in the HABA aisle glaring at allergy medications like he wants to murder them. His nose is bright red, matching his watery eyes, and though she’s seen that a thousand times before, Regan is pretty sure she’s never seen anyone look so incredibly pissed off shopping for medication before.
“Ahh-HUSHSHUH!”
The man sneezes, bringing up one fist to his twitching nostrils, and it makes her jump again. She grabs a pamphlet and pretends to be reading it while covertly watching him. He grabs two boxes from the shelf and crushes his nose between his fingers, giving his head a little shake, like he’s trying to hold back another sneeze.
“Jesus Christ, Sam. You’re a fucking mess.”
As far as Regan can tell, the man is talking to himself. He’s the only one around, and he’s not wearing one of those Bluetooth headsets that her mom always wears.
Suddenly, he-- Sam?-- turns in her direction, and she finds herself staring right at him. She feels her face heat up, and then he’s coming toward her, eyes narrowed.
“I need some allergy meds,” he demands before he even gets to the counter. Regan can’t find her words, and she opens and closes her mouth and turns even redder. The man brushes a hand through his hair with an impatient sigh.
“It’s not fucking rocket science. This shit,” he holds up the first box, “doesn’t do anything. This shit,” a second box, “Makes me drowsy. I’m having an allergy attack-- give me something that helps with allergy attacks.” The last sentence is punctuated with the most threatening sounding sneeze Regan has ever heard.
“B-bless you.” As soon as it’s out of her mouth, Regan wants to take it back. She flinches slightly, half expecting the man to yell at her, but to her surprise he laughs. It’s forced, almost cruel, and it gives her goose bumps. She takes an instinctive step backward and points at the second box.
“We sell a non-drowsy type of that brand. Same shelf.”
He stares at her for a moment longer, and then his eyes move down over her body. She crosses her arms over her chest and takes another step back, thankful for the counter between them.
“Can I help you with anything else?”
The man shakes his head, looks her over once more, and moves back toward the aisle. He sneezes again after picking up the box, and it sounds so miserable that she can’t help but feel sympathetic as she watches him walk away. Even if he was a little creepy. And mean.
But damn, he has a nice ass.
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