Double Drabble: Supernatural: Intervention: PG
Title: Intervention
Fandom: Supernatural
author: angstpuppy
Word count: 200
Pairing: none really, gen (I know!!)
Spoilers: The Pilot
Warnings: a bit of foul language, this is Dean.
Summary: Dean needs his brother back, now.
Feedback: please?
“And this is the kitchen.”
Sam’s giving me a tour of his apartment, the little love nest that he and his girlfriend ‘This is Jess’ have created together. It’s nauseatingly domestic. What little Miss collagen-lips doesn’t realize is that Sam is showing me his training hasn’t lapsed in the time he’s been away from us. Salt lines in front of doors and windows, subtle protection runes on the sills. Not bad. I wonder how he explains the salt to her.
I raise an eyebrow, just cause. Sam doesn’t disappoint.
“Where the food lives.”
I smirk, and raise with snark.
“Huh. Thought that was the 7-11.”
Sam gives as good back, after all, he was taught by the best.
“That’s the free-range food. This is more…domesticated.”
And oh, there’s a lot of meaning in that last word. Never let it be said that I can’t appreciate under currents and between the lines and all that crap. Especially when I’m hit over the head with it. Yeah, Sammy I get it. Normal. What the fuck ever. I’m running out of time and I need my brother back, now. So I go right to the big guns.
“Dad’s away on a hunting trip..."
Fandom: Supernatural
author: angstpuppy
Word count: 200
Pairing: none really, gen (I know!!)
Spoilers: The Pilot
Warnings: a bit of foul language, this is Dean.
Summary: Dean needs his brother back, now.
Feedback: please?
“And this is the kitchen.”
Sam’s giving me a tour of his apartment, the little love nest that he and his girlfriend ‘This is Jess’ have created together. It’s nauseatingly domestic. What little Miss collagen-lips doesn’t realize is that Sam is showing me his training hasn’t lapsed in the time he’s been away from us. Salt lines in front of doors and windows, subtle protection runes on the sills. Not bad. I wonder how he explains the salt to her.
I raise an eyebrow, just cause. Sam doesn’t disappoint.
“Where the food lives.”
I smirk, and raise with snark.
“Huh. Thought that was the 7-11.”
Sam gives as good back, after all, he was taught by the best.
“That’s the free-range food. This is more…domesticated.”
And oh, there’s a lot of meaning in that last word. Never let it be said that I can’t appreciate under currents and between the lines and all that crap. Especially when I’m hit over the head with it. Yeah, Sammy I get it. Normal. What the fuck ever. I’m running out of time and I need my brother back, now. So I go right to the big guns.
“Dad’s away on a hunting trip..."