Fic: Ties That Bind
Title: Ties That Bind
Author: auntmo9
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Spoilers: Through 8.15
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 461
Summary: It's FBI dress up time again.
A/N: Written for spn_bigpretzel's Sharp Dressed Men for mandraco's prompt "It's FBI dress up time again" Opening quotes also were part of the prompt.
"Hey, it's my turn to wear a blue tie!” Sam exclaimed when he saw Dean deftly tying the Windsor knot of the polyester tie. “You wore a blue tie last time!"
"Because it looks better on me.” Dean replied, waggling his eyebrows.
“It doesn’t look better on you,” Sam argued as he began rummaging through their things for a different tie. “You just like wearing it so you can match your angel. Admit it. You even kept your overcoat from forties so you guys could be twinsies.”
“Twinsies?” Dean asked with a small laugh. “Really Sam, if I didn’t know better I would say you’d been possessed by the spirit of a teenaged girl. And no, for the record I don’t want to match Cas. I just look awesome in the blue tie. So just pick another one and get a move on it. We have witnesses to interview.”
“Yeah well the oxblood tie has a yellow stain on it,” Sam complained as held up the evidence for his brother to see. “I’m not sure if it’s mustard or cheese sauce but it’s definitely carnage from your last trip to a diner.”
“The hell, Samantha-Oxblood? You get that from your latest issue of Vogue or would that be Cosmo? Well look, if our current tie selection isn’t to your liking, you can always pick something out of one of the closets here in the Batcave.”
“What, you mean a dead guy tie?” Sam asked in disgust. “Sorry, but that is your department, not mine.”
“Seriously, Dude! Get over the dead guy thing already. It’s not like shopping at the Goodwill is the same as being at an outlet store for Armani or else you wouldn’t head straight to closest Suds ‘n Duds after you make a purchase there.”
“Yeah, but the stuff here has been lying around for more than fifty years,” Sam answered with a slight pout.
“Mmm-hmm”, Dean nodded while packing some their equipment into a bag. “And our Goodwill garb is fresh off the turnip truck, is that what you’re saying?”
Sam’s hand skimmed over a book before picking it up and putting into his own bag. “Alright, I will give you that, but I really don’t like to think about where any of those clothes might have been.”
“Well, don’t think about it. Just grab a freakin’ tie and get on with it,” Dean said trying to encourage his brother. “Besides, a tie is probably the only thing in this place that will fit your Gigantor ass. I don’t think they made Sasquatch sized Men of Letters before you came along so just be thankful you can at least use the ties.”
And the books. Dean thought to himself. I suppose the books are important, too.
Author: auntmo9
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Spoilers: Through 8.15
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 461
Summary: It's FBI dress up time again.
A/N: Written for spn_bigpretzel's Sharp Dressed Men for mandraco's prompt "It's FBI dress up time again" Opening quotes also were part of the prompt.
"Hey, it's my turn to wear a blue tie!” Sam exclaimed when he saw Dean deftly tying the Windsor knot of the polyester tie. “You wore a blue tie last time!"
"Because it looks better on me.” Dean replied, waggling his eyebrows.
“It doesn’t look better on you,” Sam argued as he began rummaging through their things for a different tie. “You just like wearing it so you can match your angel. Admit it. You even kept your overcoat from forties so you guys could be twinsies.”
“Twinsies?” Dean asked with a small laugh. “Really Sam, if I didn’t know better I would say you’d been possessed by the spirit of a teenaged girl. And no, for the record I don’t want to match Cas. I just look awesome in the blue tie. So just pick another one and get a move on it. We have witnesses to interview.”
“Yeah well the oxblood tie has a yellow stain on it,” Sam complained as held up the evidence for his brother to see. “I’m not sure if it’s mustard or cheese sauce but it’s definitely carnage from your last trip to a diner.”
“The hell, Samantha-Oxblood? You get that from your latest issue of Vogue or would that be Cosmo? Well look, if our current tie selection isn’t to your liking, you can always pick something out of one of the closets here in the Batcave.”
“What, you mean a dead guy tie?” Sam asked in disgust. “Sorry, but that is your department, not mine.”
“Seriously, Dude! Get over the dead guy thing already. It’s not like shopping at the Goodwill is the same as being at an outlet store for Armani or else you wouldn’t head straight to closest Suds ‘n Duds after you make a purchase there.”
“Yeah, but the stuff here has been lying around for more than fifty years,” Sam answered with a slight pout.
“Mmm-hmm”, Dean nodded while packing some their equipment into a bag. “And our Goodwill garb is fresh off the turnip truck, is that what you’re saying?”
Sam’s hand skimmed over a book before picking it up and putting into his own bag. “Alright, I will give you that, but I really don’t like to think about where any of those clothes might have been.”
“Well, don’t think about it. Just grab a freakin’ tie and get on with it,” Dean said trying to encourage his brother. “Besides, a tie is probably the only thing in this place that will fit your Gigantor ass. I don’t think they made Sasquatch sized Men of Letters before you came along so just be thankful you can at least use the ties.”
And the books. Dean thought to himself. I suppose the books are important, too.