a second ficlet today *pets muse*
once again a fic for
spn_secretfic (2 down, 4 to go!!!! \o/ )
Title: What you don't know doesn't hurt you.
Summary: idea generated by the postcard posted after the fic, in short: "I was using your toothbrush... until I dropped it in the toilet."
Notes and rating: Gen fic, 397 words, rated G.
A/N: thank you so much to
keyweegirlie for the beta, I am asking a lot of her lately! ♥ , and if anyone knows the author of the great postcard, I'd love to credit! thank you
brin_bailey for the wonderful idea!!!
What you don't know doesn't hurt you.
Dean was splashing water on his face to wash away the last traces of shaving cream when he felt his elbow hit something and heard a small "ploc". Glancing sideways, he saw Sam's toothbrush now laying at the bottom of the toilet bowl. He scrunched his nose.
"Fuck."
That was disgusting.
He'd call Sam so he could fish it out himself (because.. ewww?) but then Dean would have to explain why it was on the counter and not in Sam's kit in the first place. Dean had been shamelessly using it for weeks now. What? He was always forgetting to buy a new one, and it was right there. Plus, his own was so old, bristles kept falling off and sticking in his gum, totally not cool. Sam would throw a hissy fit if he knew about it, the freak, and he'd never hear the end of it.
Sighing, Dean thanked the fact that he had at least flushed the toilet and got the toothbrush out fast, as if it made a difference. Holding his breath, he washed it and his hands with the cheap motel soap, lathering repetitively. He rinsed it thoroughly, but it was still disgusting just to think about it. With a pang of guilt, he put it back in Sam's little container and into his bag. Shit.
Dean pulled his t-shirt on and got out of the bathroom, going for his jacket and picking up his keys. Sam, who was already in bed, frowned.
"The hell, Dean? Where are you going?"
Dean tried for casual.
"My toothbrush is dead, I think I saw a 24 hour Mini-Mart."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"And it absolutely cannot wait until tomorrow?"
Dean hated the 'you are such a moron' undertone, especially from his little brother but he let it slip. He even did a grand gesture.
"I keep forgetting, so I'll go now. Want me to buy you one?"
Sam waved dismissively.
"Nah, it's alright, mine's fine. Thanks."
Dean avoided Sam's eyes and tried not to wince. Fine was relative.
"Okay. I'll be right back."
"You better not wake me up."
Dean huffed. Like Sam ever slept before 3 am anyway.
"Yeah yeah."
Dean got out in the parking lot, wondering if Sam deserved or not the trouble it would be to find a perfect toothbrush look-alike.
The End.
spn_secretfic (2 down, 4 to go!!!! \o/ )
Title: What you don't know doesn't hurt you.
Summary: idea generated by the postcard posted after the fic, in short: "I was using your toothbrush... until I dropped it in the toilet."
Notes and rating: Gen fic, 397 words, rated G.
A/N: thank you so much to
keyweegirlie for the beta, I am asking a lot of her lately! ♥ , and if anyone knows the author of the great postcard, I'd love to credit! thank you
brin_bailey for the wonderful idea!!!
What you don't know doesn't hurt you.
Dean was splashing water on his face to wash away the last traces of shaving cream when he felt his elbow hit something and heard a small "ploc". Glancing sideways, he saw Sam's toothbrush now laying at the bottom of the toilet bowl. He scrunched his nose.
"Fuck."
That was disgusting.
He'd call Sam so he could fish it out himself (because.. ewww?) but then Dean would have to explain why it was on the counter and not in Sam's kit in the first place. Dean had been shamelessly using it for weeks now. What? He was always forgetting to buy a new one, and it was right there. Plus, his own was so old, bristles kept falling off and sticking in his gum, totally not cool. Sam would throw a hissy fit if he knew about it, the freak, and he'd never hear the end of it.
Sighing, Dean thanked the fact that he had at least flushed the toilet and got the toothbrush out fast, as if it made a difference. Holding his breath, he washed it and his hands with the cheap motel soap, lathering repetitively. He rinsed it thoroughly, but it was still disgusting just to think about it. With a pang of guilt, he put it back in Sam's little container and into his bag. Shit.
Dean pulled his t-shirt on and got out of the bathroom, going for his jacket and picking up his keys. Sam, who was already in bed, frowned.
"The hell, Dean? Where are you going?"
Dean tried for casual.
"My toothbrush is dead, I think I saw a 24 hour Mini-Mart."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"And it absolutely cannot wait until tomorrow?"
Dean hated the 'you are such a moron' undertone, especially from his little brother but he let it slip. He even did a grand gesture.
"I keep forgetting, so I'll go now. Want me to buy you one?"
Sam waved dismissively.
"Nah, it's alright, mine's fine. Thanks."
Dean avoided Sam's eyes and tried not to wince. Fine was relative.
"Okay. I'll be right back."
"You better not wake me up."
Dean huffed. Like Sam ever slept before 3 am anyway.
"Yeah yeah."
Dean got out in the parking lot, wondering if Sam deserved or not the trouble it would be to find a perfect toothbrush look-alike.
The End.