October 22, 2016 - A Touch of Color
Title: A Touch of Color
Prompt Choice: Orange
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, and Mary
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 511
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related characters.
Summary: The boys hadn’t personalized the bunker much.
Warnings: Spoils up to present. Also, kind of cracky.
Notes: I wanted to hit everything on the prompt list at least once, and this was all my brain would give me for “orange.” I have a younger sister who’s going to be painting her kitchen in orange.
The thing about living in hotels, motels, and furnished rentals was that all the decorating--good or awful, mostly awful--was already done for you. So, even though Sam and Dean had a more or less permanent residence and rooms of their own, they hadn’t really changed much. They moved some pieces of furniture here and there and left their stuff lying around, but they weren’t inclined to interior decorating. It had never occurred to them at all.
“This place is nice,” Mary had observed over coffee in the kitchen one morning, “but don’t you think it’s a little...” she trailed off as she looked for a word.
“Stuffy?” Dean offered.
“Antiquated?” was Sam’s suggestion.
“Boring,” Mary finished.
“Isn’t that what I said?” Dean wondered.
“No, I mean, there’s no color in here. Everything is so drab.”
“Well, mom,” Dean mused, “they did spend most of their time with their noses in books, so maybe they just didn’t care.”
“Then,” she asked with rather poorly faked disinterest, “I don’t suppose you boys would mind if I brightened the place up a bit? Nothing drastic, just a touch of color here and there.”
“Sure, mom,” Sam agreed, and Dean nodded as well. It seemed like they were always going to have trouble telling her “no,” but Dean might have put up more of a fuss, if he had known what was coming.
~~~~~
About a week later, Sam and Dean had convinced their mother to stay behind while they took care of a simple salt and burn. They should have been suspicious that she hadn’t put up more of a fight, but she mumbled something about having painting to do and sent them on their way. They’d gotten back about three in the morning and gone straight to bed.
In the morning, Dean stumbled into the kitchen for coffee and wrinkled his nose at the smell of paint. He turned toward the wall with the coffee maker and his jaw dropped and he flinched like a bright light was being shined in his face.
“Gah!” he exclaimed.
Sam peeked his head around the doorframe. “Dean? You okay?”
Dean could only point at the wall, so Sam turned to look.
“Jeez!”
Mary appeared in the doorway next.
“Oh,” she declared cheerily when she noticed where they were looking, “you noticed!”
“Kind of hard not to,” Sam whimpered.
Dean took a deep, calming breath. “Mom, what is that?” He pointed at the wall again. Mary had done some painting all right--the wall was a vibrant orange.
“It’s an accent wall,” she explained. “Remember, we talked about a touch of color? Don’t you think it brightens and warms the space?”
Sam caved first. “Sure. It’s, uh, definitely bright.”
Dean was still scowling at the orange wall.
Mary sighed. “You hate it, right? I guess I’ll paint it back. I thought it was nice myself...”
Dean’s eye twitched. “It’s just the one wall, right?” Mary nodded. “I guess it can stay, then.”
She smiled. “Great! Wait until you see what I’ve done with the firing range.”
Prompt Choice: Orange
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, and Mary
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 511
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related characters.
Summary: The boys hadn’t personalized the bunker much.
Warnings: Spoils up to present. Also, kind of cracky.
Notes: I wanted to hit everything on the prompt list at least once, and this was all my brain would give me for “orange.” I have a younger sister who’s going to be painting her kitchen in orange.
The thing about living in hotels, motels, and furnished rentals was that all the decorating--good or awful, mostly awful--was already done for you. So, even though Sam and Dean had a more or less permanent residence and rooms of their own, they hadn’t really changed much. They moved some pieces of furniture here and there and left their stuff lying around, but they weren’t inclined to interior decorating. It had never occurred to them at all.
“This place is nice,” Mary had observed over coffee in the kitchen one morning, “but don’t you think it’s a little...” she trailed off as she looked for a word.
“Stuffy?” Dean offered.
“Antiquated?” was Sam’s suggestion.
“Boring,” Mary finished.
“Isn’t that what I said?” Dean wondered.
“No, I mean, there’s no color in here. Everything is so drab.”
“Well, mom,” Dean mused, “they did spend most of their time with their noses in books, so maybe they just didn’t care.”
“Then,” she asked with rather poorly faked disinterest, “I don’t suppose you boys would mind if I brightened the place up a bit? Nothing drastic, just a touch of color here and there.”
“Sure, mom,” Sam agreed, and Dean nodded as well. It seemed like they were always going to have trouble telling her “no,” but Dean might have put up more of a fuss, if he had known what was coming.
~~~~~
About a week later, Sam and Dean had convinced their mother to stay behind while they took care of a simple salt and burn. They should have been suspicious that she hadn’t put up more of a fight, but she mumbled something about having painting to do and sent them on their way. They’d gotten back about three in the morning and gone straight to bed.
In the morning, Dean stumbled into the kitchen for coffee and wrinkled his nose at the smell of paint. He turned toward the wall with the coffee maker and his jaw dropped and he flinched like a bright light was being shined in his face.
“Gah!” he exclaimed.
Sam peeked his head around the doorframe. “Dean? You okay?”
Dean could only point at the wall, so Sam turned to look.
“Jeez!”
Mary appeared in the doorway next.
“Oh,” she declared cheerily when she noticed where they were looking, “you noticed!”
“Kind of hard not to,” Sam whimpered.
Dean took a deep, calming breath. “Mom, what is that?” He pointed at the wall again. Mary had done some painting all right--the wall was a vibrant orange.
“It’s an accent wall,” she explained. “Remember, we talked about a touch of color? Don’t you think it brightens and warms the space?”
Sam caved first. “Sure. It’s, uh, definitely bright.”
Dean was still scowling at the orange wall.
Mary sighed. “You hate it, right? I guess I’ll paint it back. I thought it was nice myself...”
Dean’s eye twitched. “It’s just the one wall, right?” Mary nodded. “I guess it can stay, then.”
She smiled. “Great! Wait until you see what I’ve done with the firing range.”