A Bitchslap From The Supernatural (1/?)
Sam had known for a while, that if Dean kept taunting the Supernatural, the Supernatural was going to bitch slap him one day. And if Sam was very, very honest he couldn’t blame them. In his opinion, personally Sam felt that referring to a pagan god as “fugly” was a tad on the stupid side, but calling a demon a “black eyed skank” represented a whole new level of moron that Sam felt was just incomprehensible.
So, when during a hunt that was going ten different kinds of wrong, Dean told a three hundred year old witch that she might have turned him off women forever, a section of Sam’s brain shut down with the words “Oh crap.” And when he realised that the witch had escaped, a part of him expected this.
Well... maybe not exactly this, something more along the lines of spewing bodily fluids and finding your organs in the sink. But he hadn’t really expected to wake up to an empty bedroom and the melodic sound of wet slaps against cotton. But, as the dutiful little brother he was, Sam investigated the room thoroughly, finally concluding through his very sleep clogged brain that the answer may lie on Dean’s bed he turned and pulled back the blankets.
“... Dean?”
To his credit, Sam felt he had acted well in a situation that he wasn’t exactly ready for. He had dealt with the situation, and Dean was alive, and if he would just stop staring at Sam this would be an almost perfect scenario. Sam glared back at his brother - It was Dean’s own fault, if only he would treat the Supernatural with more respect. A part of Sam’s increasingly mad brain that always sounded like Dean spoke up; “Well Sammy, at least I don’t boink them. ...Boink boink.”
Shooting a glare at Dean again, he needed to go deal with this situation. Dean needed food, at least that hadn’t changed but to be honest, Sam wasn’t entirely sure of what to give a bubble-eye goldfish. He'd provided Dean with a bowl of water and sat him on the desk while he researched, but being given the stink eye by a fish wasn't Sam's idea of a great day.
"Just... stay here, alright. I'm gonna go to the pet shop and find something for you to eat." Can goldfish glare? Apparantly even without the ability to make facial expressions Dean could still show he was pissed. Greeeeat.
As Sam grabbed his coat and turned the laptop off he was splattered with cold water. "Dean!" Apparantly goldfish can laugh as well.
So, when during a hunt that was going ten different kinds of wrong, Dean told a three hundred year old witch that she might have turned him off women forever, a section of Sam’s brain shut down with the words “Oh crap.” And when he realised that the witch had escaped, a part of him expected this.
Well... maybe not exactly this, something more along the lines of spewing bodily fluids and finding your organs in the sink. But he hadn’t really expected to wake up to an empty bedroom and the melodic sound of wet slaps against cotton. But, as the dutiful little brother he was, Sam investigated the room thoroughly, finally concluding through his very sleep clogged brain that the answer may lie on Dean’s bed he turned and pulled back the blankets.
“... Dean?”
To his credit, Sam felt he had acted well in a situation that he wasn’t exactly ready for. He had dealt with the situation, and Dean was alive, and if he would just stop staring at Sam this would be an almost perfect scenario. Sam glared back at his brother - It was Dean’s own fault, if only he would treat the Supernatural with more respect. A part of Sam’s increasingly mad brain that always sounded like Dean spoke up; “Well Sammy, at least I don’t boink them. ...Boink boink.”
Shooting a glare at Dean again, he needed to go deal with this situation. Dean needed food, at least that hadn’t changed but to be honest, Sam wasn’t entirely sure of what to give a bubble-eye goldfish. He'd provided Dean with a bowl of water and sat him on the desk while he researched, but being given the stink eye by a fish wasn't Sam's idea of a great day.
"Just... stay here, alright. I'm gonna go to the pet shop and find something for you to eat." Can goldfish glare? Apparantly even without the ability to make facial expressions Dean could still show he was pissed. Greeeeat.
As Sam grabbed his coat and turned the laptop off he was splattered with cold water. "Dean!" Apparantly goldfish can laugh as well.