Meme reply #4 - sendintheklowns
Yes, I know, I should be learning.
Shut up!
But I had this sudden rush of humourous creativity going on which just had to be written in form of a nice and compact drabble.
So, here comes the reply to this meme and The Oscar it goes to sendintheklowns
Actually, I wanted to write a nice h/c for her. But I tend to do the hurting without the comfort which would've been ... unfitting. *hangs head in shame* So, out came this instead.
Title: Send in the Clowns *giggles* I'm feeling so clever right now.
Rating: PG for one bad word or two.
Genre: Humour
Pairing: Sam, Dean
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine. The usual. I'm just playing in the sand box.
Wordcount: 200 on the dots.
*oOo*
“Ghost hauntings in Disney World is totally my favourite,” Dean all but whooped, jiggling the keys with the four inch long Mickey Mouse in front of Sam's nose. “Dude. This. Is. Awesome!”
“Don't 'dude' me,” Sam replied, his voice low and tense, which didn't seem to trouble Dean in the slightest. Far from it! The older brother's eyes shone wickedly and he grinned like Christmas had come early (the non-supernatural one) while Sam took in the hotel room in all its glorious details. “You did this on purpose, man,” Sam added, still not moving from where he was standing in the doorway. “We could have gotten the freaking Mickey Mouse Suite or the Arielle one. Hell, My Little Pony, for all I care!”
“It's just wallpaper, sissy,” Dean grinned and heaved his rucksack on the first of the two beds. “And the lamp post.” He leaned down, unpacked his stuff and coughed, covering a badly restrained burst of laughter.
“Clowns, Dean! Clowns on the wall and on the lamp post and everywhere,” Sam whined, throwing the red, nose-shaped door knob an evil glance and followed, shoulders hunched. “Please, kill me now!”
*oOo*
Okay, then. Back to studying.
Shut up!
But I had this sudden rush of humourous creativity going on which just had to be written in form of a nice and compact drabble.
So, here comes the reply to this meme and The Oscar it goes to sendintheklowns
Actually, I wanted to write a nice h/c for her. But I tend to do the hurting without the comfort which would've been ... unfitting. *hangs head in shame* So, out came this instead.
Title: Send in the Clowns *giggles* I'm feeling so clever right now.
Rating: PG for one bad word or two.
Genre: Humour
Pairing: Sam, Dean
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine. The usual. I'm just playing in the sand box.
Wordcount: 200 on the dots.
*oOo*
“Ghost hauntings in Disney World is totally my favourite,” Dean all but whooped, jiggling the keys with the four inch long Mickey Mouse in front of Sam's nose. “Dude. This. Is. Awesome!”
“Don't 'dude' me,” Sam replied, his voice low and tense, which didn't seem to trouble Dean in the slightest. Far from it! The older brother's eyes shone wickedly and he grinned like Christmas had come early (the non-supernatural one) while Sam took in the hotel room in all its glorious details. “You did this on purpose, man,” Sam added, still not moving from where he was standing in the doorway. “We could have gotten the freaking Mickey Mouse Suite or the Arielle one. Hell, My Little Pony, for all I care!”
“It's just wallpaper, sissy,” Dean grinned and heaved his rucksack on the first of the two beds. “And the lamp post.” He leaned down, unpacked his stuff and coughed, covering a badly restrained burst of laughter.
“Clowns, Dean! Clowns on the wall and on the lamp post and everywhere,” Sam whined, throwing the red, nose-shaped door knob an evil glance and followed, shoulders hunched. “Please, kill me now!”
*oOo*
Okay, then. Back to studying.