SPN 15 minute ficlet - Explosive - Teen Dean and Sam (gen)
Quick little piece written for 15minuteficlets challenge #188. I'm ashamed of myself.
TITLE: Explosive
RATING: PG13 (gen)
CHARACTERS: Teen Dean and Sam
DISCLAIMER: Not my boys.
NOTES: 580 words. Set pre-series. The boys deal with an explosive situation.
“We’re dead,” Sam whispers frantically, his eyes almost impossibly wide. All the colour’s gone from his cheeks, and he snags his bottom lip and chews on it. He looks over at Dean like he’s expecting him to have all the answers, to figure out what to do to save them. Typical.
“We’re not dead.” Dean figures he should at least try to sound convincing. “It’s going to be okay.”
The weird inhuman growling starts right up again, and it’s clear from the terror in Sam’s eyes that he’s not in the least comforted by Dean’s pathetic attempts at denial.
“It’s not okay!” Sam hiss-whispers, and pokes Dean in the chest. “This is all your fault!”
“My fault?” Dean sputters, and then thumps his knuckles into Sam’s shoulder, not a full punch, but hard enough to hurt. “My fault? You’re the one who put it in there!”
Sam can’t really argue with that, and yet he does. “Yeah, well you’re the one who started it!” His voice rises to a petulant whine, and then the growl comes again, long and low and sustained. This time it’s accompanied by a deep rumbling gurgle.
“Would you shut your mouth, you little freak!” Dean hisses, and gives Sam a shake to snap him out of his growing hysteria.
“What’re we gonna do?” Sam’s gnawing on his lip again, but his voice is back to a panicked whisper.
“Okay.” Dean’s thinking fast. “Okay, we just have to play dumb.”
“That’s easy for you to say.” Sam throws back, unable to resist the insult, and Dean slaps the back of his brother’s head on principle.
“You think you could stop hitting me?” Sam stands up, puts his hands on his hips and he looks like he’s about start stamping his foot.
“You think you could stop being such a little princess?” Dean flips him off, and Sam is launching himself on top of Dean when they hear it again.
It’s no longer a growl, more of a howl this time, worse than any banshee or werewolf they’ve ever encountered. Dean swears he feels his blood curdle.
“Oh god.” Sam rolls off Dean, and leans over the side of the bed to grab his bag.
“Sammy, chill.” Dean bites back the urge to laugh insanely.
Sam zips the bag, and slings it over his shoulder. “Fine, you stay here and die. I’m taking my chances out there.” He jerks his thumb towards the window.
“Sam, you won’t even make it to the car.”
“I’m willing to take my chances.”
“Look, maybe he won’t figure it out. It’s not like you left the bottle in the bathroom.”
Sam’s face reddens, and Dean’s already curdled blood runs cold. “Oh, Jesus, Sammy, no. Tell me you didn’t!”
“I didn’t think he was going to drink it!”
“Oh, it was meant for me?” Dean’s voice rises a little.
“It was supposed to be payback. For the mud milkshake!” There’s desperation in Sam’s admission.
Fair enough. Dean had to give Sam credit; Ex-Lax in the coffee was new. And it’s not like they’d expected him back tonight.
The toilet flushes, and then they hear the water running. There’s a moment of quiet, and Dean thinks maybe they’ve gotten away with it, maybe he won’t-
“BOYS!”
The roar galvanizes Dean into action. He grabs the car keys and Sam by the shoulder, and they’re out of the motel room and in the car before their father has even opened the bathroom door.
A/N - Challenge #188 - explosive
TITLE: Explosive
RATING: PG13 (gen)
CHARACTERS: Teen Dean and Sam
DISCLAIMER: Not my boys.
NOTES: 580 words. Set pre-series. The boys deal with an explosive situation.
“We’re dead,” Sam whispers frantically, his eyes almost impossibly wide. All the colour’s gone from his cheeks, and he snags his bottom lip and chews on it. He looks over at Dean like he’s expecting him to have all the answers, to figure out what to do to save them. Typical.
“We’re not dead.” Dean figures he should at least try to sound convincing. “It’s going to be okay.”
The weird inhuman growling starts right up again, and it’s clear from the terror in Sam’s eyes that he’s not in the least comforted by Dean’s pathetic attempts at denial.
“It’s not okay!” Sam hiss-whispers, and pokes Dean in the chest. “This is all your fault!”
“My fault?” Dean sputters, and then thumps his knuckles into Sam’s shoulder, not a full punch, but hard enough to hurt. “My fault? You’re the one who put it in there!”
Sam can’t really argue with that, and yet he does. “Yeah, well you’re the one who started it!” His voice rises to a petulant whine, and then the growl comes again, long and low and sustained. This time it’s accompanied by a deep rumbling gurgle.
“Would you shut your mouth, you little freak!” Dean hisses, and gives Sam a shake to snap him out of his growing hysteria.
“What’re we gonna do?” Sam’s gnawing on his lip again, but his voice is back to a panicked whisper.
“Okay.” Dean’s thinking fast. “Okay, we just have to play dumb.”
“That’s easy for you to say.” Sam throws back, unable to resist the insult, and Dean slaps the back of his brother’s head on principle.
“You think you could stop hitting me?” Sam stands up, puts his hands on his hips and he looks like he’s about start stamping his foot.
“You think you could stop being such a little princess?” Dean flips him off, and Sam is launching himself on top of Dean when they hear it again.
It’s no longer a growl, more of a howl this time, worse than any banshee or werewolf they’ve ever encountered. Dean swears he feels his blood curdle.
“Oh god.” Sam rolls off Dean, and leans over the side of the bed to grab his bag.
“Sammy, chill.” Dean bites back the urge to laugh insanely.
Sam zips the bag, and slings it over his shoulder. “Fine, you stay here and die. I’m taking my chances out there.” He jerks his thumb towards the window.
“Sam, you won’t even make it to the car.”
“I’m willing to take my chances.”
“Look, maybe he won’t figure it out. It’s not like you left the bottle in the bathroom.”
Sam’s face reddens, and Dean’s already curdled blood runs cold. “Oh, Jesus, Sammy, no. Tell me you didn’t!”
“I didn’t think he was going to drink it!”
“Oh, it was meant for me?” Dean’s voice rises a little.
“It was supposed to be payback. For the mud milkshake!” There’s desperation in Sam’s admission.
Fair enough. Dean had to give Sam credit; Ex-Lax in the coffee was new. And it’s not like they’d expected him back tonight.
The toilet flushes, and then they hear the water running. There’s a moment of quiet, and Dean thinks maybe they’ve gotten away with it, maybe he won’t-
“BOYS!”
The roar galvanizes Dean into action. He grabs the car keys and Sam by the shoulder, and they’re out of the motel room and in the car before their father has even opened the bathroom door.
A/N - Challenge #188 - explosive