MiBs Are Fanboys Too - SN Fanfic
Drabble for Magus that became more of a Vignette…I swear I was only going to write a couple of paragraphs. But the scene came in on a commercial break and wanted to go out on one. > Supernatural is a WB show that I do not own or am affiliated with. Concept and characters are not mine. Please don’t kill me.
MiBs Are Fanboys Too.
When Sam came to, he was in some sort of chair in a reclining position. A dentist chair? There was something over his face.
“Dean?” He tried to call out. It barely came out as a whisper.
“Sam?” Dean’s voice sounded just as weak but it was reassuring to Sam nonetheless. From the sound of it, Dean wasn’t too far and on Sam’s left.
“Dean and Sam Winchester,” said a monotone male voice. “I told you they were nearby.”
A tense silence filled the air. Sam tried tensing his muscles against whatever the hell was holding him down. He couldn’t feel anything holding him, but he could not move. He still had feeling in his legs so he didn’t think he was paralyzed.
“Never heard of them,” bluffed Dean.
Suddenly the blackness over Sam’s face was replaced with a blinding light. Blinking rapidly Sam tried to see what was going on.
“You’re right. It’s them,” another voice said in a similar flat tone.
“I told you.” Voice One seemed to take satisfaction in the observation. There was a pause. Sam’s gut clenched and he braced for something bad. Who were these guys?
“Cool,” said Voice Two with a bored inflection that belied the sentiment.
The light went away. After a moment, Sam could make out shapes between the red and purple spots in front of his eyes. He turned his head to the left. Dean was in a chair next to his. The chairs did look like dentist chairs although Sam still couldn’t see how they were being held down.
Dean’s eyes were blinking against the shock and he was turning his head frantically. Dean’s eyes finally focused enough to make out Sam next to him. He visibly relaxed at the sight of his brother unharmed. He looked down to the foot of Sam’s chair and frowned.
“What’s going on?” Sam followed his gaze to 2 of the suited men they had seen around the factory. At least, that was the last thing Sam remembered seeing.
Both men still had sunglasses on and were holding their right ear. Still fighting spots in front of his eyes, Sam could now make out that they were being held in the factory. There was a door beyond Dean.
There were more men approaching. Sam motioned with his head to Dean. Dean turned his head to the new comers as well. There were 5 of them coming in, making the count 7 to 2. Not good odds even if they could move. The last man in the room stopped by Dean’s chair and suddenly bent over Dean stopping less than an inch from Dean’s face. The startled look on Dean’s face would have made Sam laugh on any other occasion.
“Yep. Dean Winchester.”
Was that interest in the voice? Somehow it was even creepier than the monotones. The “Leaner” straightened up and Dean looked towards Sam.
His eyebrows slanted and his eyes said, “He almost kissed me!”
Sam wanted to laugh. There was a chiming noise and suddenly Sam could move. Dean must have been trying to sit up because the sudden lack of resistance propelled him from the chair and he dropped to the floor.
Dean was on his feet and shrugging off the incident immediately. Sam was pulled out of his chair. Suddenly the two Winchester men found themselves in a bizarre “receiving line”.
“You guys are great! I always love the alias names, Dean.”
“You always make great reading.”
“You could learn to wear gloves sometimes you know.”
“He’s got a point. Do you know how hard it can be to keep you off the radar?”
“Exactly. Especially since we can’t just tie it to your dad and pass it off as “Black Ops” conspiracy anymore.”
Dean was rendered speechless. Sam was incapable of coherent thought. They did not resist as the inexplicably friendly kidnappers maneuvered them for a group photo. Dean managed to recover enough to offer a grin at the camera, but speech still seemed to elude him. The verbal onslaught continued.
“We’re sorry about the knockout.”
“You understand. Can’t let the locals know what was going on.”
“Mass hysteria and evacuation plays merry hell on Wall Street.”
“We’ve got most of our Swamp Gas scenario set up.”
“We’ll just finish that and let you boys do your thing.”
“You’ve got everything you need? The silver? Great.”
“Go get’em.”
“Keep up the good work.”
“Bye.”
Dean and Sam were suddenly standing alone in the factory although they didn’t remember the men actually leaving.
Dean found his voice first. “No fucking way!”
Sam’s brain seemed to finally catch up. “Those were…”
“… Men In Fucking-Awesome Black!” Dean crowed.
Dean grabbed his stuff and tossed Sam’s backpack at him. He turned and grinned at his baby brother, cocky swagger back firmly in place.
“…And they’re fans.”
Sam found himself grinning back. It was cool. Sam had wondered how his father and brother had pulled off impersonating federal officers so many times. And that crack about gloves might not be a half-bad suggestion… Sam followed Dean to go resume the hunt. The two dentist chairs disappeared without a trace.
Go Back and Read Drabble and Drool for the *other* reason the Brothers get away with their fake ids.
MiBs Are Fanboys Too.
When Sam came to, he was in some sort of chair in a reclining position. A dentist chair? There was something over his face.
“Dean?” He tried to call out. It barely came out as a whisper.
“Sam?” Dean’s voice sounded just as weak but it was reassuring to Sam nonetheless. From the sound of it, Dean wasn’t too far and on Sam’s left.
“Dean and Sam Winchester,” said a monotone male voice. “I told you they were nearby.”
A tense silence filled the air. Sam tried tensing his muscles against whatever the hell was holding him down. He couldn’t feel anything holding him, but he could not move. He still had feeling in his legs so he didn’t think he was paralyzed.
“Never heard of them,” bluffed Dean.
Suddenly the blackness over Sam’s face was replaced with a blinding light. Blinking rapidly Sam tried to see what was going on.
“You’re right. It’s them,” another voice said in a similar flat tone.
“I told you.” Voice One seemed to take satisfaction in the observation. There was a pause. Sam’s gut clenched and he braced for something bad. Who were these guys?
“Cool,” said Voice Two with a bored inflection that belied the sentiment.
The light went away. After a moment, Sam could make out shapes between the red and purple spots in front of his eyes. He turned his head to the left. Dean was in a chair next to his. The chairs did look like dentist chairs although Sam still couldn’t see how they were being held down.
Dean’s eyes were blinking against the shock and he was turning his head frantically. Dean’s eyes finally focused enough to make out Sam next to him. He visibly relaxed at the sight of his brother unharmed. He looked down to the foot of Sam’s chair and frowned.
“What’s going on?” Sam followed his gaze to 2 of the suited men they had seen around the factory. At least, that was the last thing Sam remembered seeing.
Both men still had sunglasses on and were holding their right ear. Still fighting spots in front of his eyes, Sam could now make out that they were being held in the factory. There was a door beyond Dean.
There were more men approaching. Sam motioned with his head to Dean. Dean turned his head to the new comers as well. There were 5 of them coming in, making the count 7 to 2. Not good odds even if they could move. The last man in the room stopped by Dean’s chair and suddenly bent over Dean stopping less than an inch from Dean’s face. The startled look on Dean’s face would have made Sam laugh on any other occasion.
“Yep. Dean Winchester.”
Was that interest in the voice? Somehow it was even creepier than the monotones. The “Leaner” straightened up and Dean looked towards Sam.
His eyebrows slanted and his eyes said, “He almost kissed me!”
Sam wanted to laugh. There was a chiming noise and suddenly Sam could move. Dean must have been trying to sit up because the sudden lack of resistance propelled him from the chair and he dropped to the floor.
Dean was on his feet and shrugging off the incident immediately. Sam was pulled out of his chair. Suddenly the two Winchester men found themselves in a bizarre “receiving line”.
“You guys are great! I always love the alias names, Dean.”
“You always make great reading.”
“You could learn to wear gloves sometimes you know.”
“He’s got a point. Do you know how hard it can be to keep you off the radar?”
“Exactly. Especially since we can’t just tie it to your dad and pass it off as “Black Ops” conspiracy anymore.”
Dean was rendered speechless. Sam was incapable of coherent thought. They did not resist as the inexplicably friendly kidnappers maneuvered them for a group photo. Dean managed to recover enough to offer a grin at the camera, but speech still seemed to elude him. The verbal onslaught continued.
“We’re sorry about the knockout.”
“You understand. Can’t let the locals know what was going on.”
“Mass hysteria and evacuation plays merry hell on Wall Street.”
“We’ve got most of our Swamp Gas scenario set up.”
“We’ll just finish that and let you boys do your thing.”
“You’ve got everything you need? The silver? Great.”
“Go get’em.”
“Keep up the good work.”
“Bye.”
Dean and Sam were suddenly standing alone in the factory although they didn’t remember the men actually leaving.
Dean found his voice first. “No fucking way!”
Sam’s brain seemed to finally catch up. “Those were…”
“… Men In Fucking-Awesome Black!” Dean crowed.
Dean grabbed his stuff and tossed Sam’s backpack at him. He turned and grinned at his baby brother, cocky swagger back firmly in place.
“…And they’re fans.”
Sam found himself grinning back. It was cool. Sam had wondered how his father and brother had pulled off impersonating federal officers so many times. And that crack about gloves might not be a half-bad suggestion… Sam followed Dean to go resume the hunt. The two dentist chairs disappeared without a trace.
Go Back and Read Drabble and Drool for the *other* reason the Brothers get away with their fake ids.