FIC: Hiding From Monsters (Supernatural - Sam/Dean - FRT - 1/1)
Just a bit of crack to smooth over the angst of yesterday...
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Title: Hiding From Monsters
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: FRT - slash, incest, silliness, crack!fic
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
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Summary: Don't eat the brownies in Tweeterville...
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A/N: Comment fic propt - Supernatural, Dean/Sam, under the bed
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Hiding from Monsters
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Sam stepped into the room he shared with his brother, already muttering under his breath at the lock that sticks even with the wd40 he had surreptitiously squirted into it when Dean wasn’t looking. Dean could bitch all he wanted, but if he wasn’t going to use it to oil the banshee squeak out of the Impala’s doors, Sam could damned sure borrow a press of the button to make sure he could get into their motel room; especially with his arms currently otherwise occupied…
When had it gotten decided he was the designated grocery boy for the night anyway?
When their list had grown to include more than beer and cheese-its. Right. Good thing Sam had swiped Dean’s wallet instead of his own on the way out, wasn’t it?
“Dean, you here?” Sam called out, shoving the door shut with his foot and trying not to over balance with two paper sacks of groceries and a dresser he could have sworn had been pushed further back against the wall when he had left. As it was the bags tumbled down in more of a controlled fall than a disaster when his hip hit the corner, pitching Sam forward until his forearms hit the cheap, round table for two.
“Thanks, no, I don’t need any help, I’m fine, really…“ Cursing as the heel of one hand rubbed that spot through the denim, Sam looked around and frowned when there was still no snickering brother coming out of the tiny bathroom to tease him about Samzilla or his ‘freakishly long-assed awkward legs’. “Dean?”
“Sam?” The voice came at him awkwardly…up from the floor? “Sammy, that you? God, tell me that’s you.”
“Yeah..” he frowned, slowly. “Dean…where are you?”
“Down here. Quick - before they get you!”
Sam wasn’t afraid to admit he yelped like a girl when a hand suddenly snapped out to wrap around his ankle, pulling him down in a not so controlled tumble to his knees. It did, however, allow him to spot Dean, his big brother flat on his stomach and cowering - cowering? - under the bed.
Dean’s eyes were wide as he frantically tried to tug Sam under the bed with him. “Get *in* here!”
Not knowing what else was going on, Sam wiggled until he managed to fit under the narrow bed with Dean, expecting…well, he didn’t know what, but it had to be bad if Dean was hiding under the bed…didn’t it?
Minutes went by and other than the sound of Dean harsh breathing there was - nothing. No ghosts, no demons, hell, not even the footfalls of another guest came past their door and Sam was gradually moving from concerned to pissed. It was cramped and dusty down here and Sam‘s back was starting to complain that Dean just might have a point about Sam’s long limbs and small spaces. “Dean what - “
“Shhhh! They’ll hear you!”
“Who, Dean? What’s out there?”
Silence and then, “Idunno.”
Sam blinked. “You…don’t know?”
“No.”
Sam blinked again. “Ok.”
“I ate their brownie and man are they *pissed*.”
And yeah, another blink, though Sam was beginning to have a few suspicions filter in through the confusion. “You…ate…*their* brownie and they’re - “
“Pissed, yeah that’s what I’m trying to tell you, man, they’re everywhere.” Dean whimpered, eyes darting back and forth. “Can’t you see them?”
Blink. Blink. He would *not* snicker, he wouldn’t…but Sam *told* Dean not to buy that brownie off the guy in the admin office…
“No, no I can’t but I think if we come out from under the bed now - “ He would *not* laugh, he wouldn’t - “I think we’ll be okay.”
Side by side wasn’t the best way to look his brother in the eye, especially with broad shoulders, but Sam did it, wanting to get out from under the bed that was too small to lay *on* much less *under*…
Dean turned his way, both their shoulders scraping the metal under frame of the bed so bad Sam hoped they weren’t wedged in, and Sam couldn’t help but see the honest fear in his eyes and wonder if maybe this was what Dean had felt for Sam growing up. The sudden surge of protectiveness helped to squelch the last of the giggles as Sam promised, “Come on; I know a spell that will take care of - what were these things again?”
The green eyes widened a fraction both in fear at naming the monsters and hope that Sam might be able to frighten them away. “Shreekwins.”
Blink. “Shreekwins?“ The giggles were back but Sam fought them down.
Fearful whisper. “Yeah.”
Swallow. Breathe. Do *not* laugh. “Okay, yeah, then this will definitely work.” Sam promised, voice and face as solemn as he could make it. “You ready?”
“Yeah - wait - what are we doing?”
“You roll that way, I’ll roll this way and we’ll use this - “ Sam wiggled around until he pulled a couple of salt packets out of his pocket from the diner they had stopped at for lunch and handed one to Dean.
Dean’s face fell. “Just salt, Sammy…”
“No, it’s *magic* salt,” Sam told him. “The guy at the office thought we might need these and mixed them up just for us.”
Dean just nodded, his eyes flickering to the space from under the bed and back.
Sam looked at his brother seriously and asked, “You ready?” Another nod. “Okay, on three - one, two…”
On three they both rolled - okay they wiggled - out from under the bed in a move as smooth as any real hunt and aimed - Sam following Dean’s lead as he obviously had *no* idea where these things were supposed to be - and threw the little white salt packets as hard as they could at the ‘Shreekwins’ that were after them.
Watching the little white packets smack pitifully against the faded brown roses of the truly atrocious wallpaper Sam again had to viciously remind himself *not* *to* *laugh*. Because - Dean’s eyes - the fierce satisfaction as the ‘magic salt’ did it’s job and chased away the - whatevers - they were just…Sam just wished he had a video camera for the whole thing. As it was he turned to his brother to share in a job well done, when he saw that whatever had been in the brownie had gone from ‘hallucinations’ to horny…
And for Dean, now that the whatevers had been taken care of, all that was left was to take care of little Dean.
Sam whoofed as his back hit the bed as they bounced off from the too-hard tackle and again as they hit the floor, Dean’s hands already under Sam’s shirt and urging it off. Sam couldn’t even protest as Dean’s tongue was currently down his throat and making a map.
“Hey Sam?”
“Ye- yeah.” Swallow, drag in air. “Yeah, Dean?”
“You know, I know something that will make sure the Shreekwins won’t come back.”
“Yeah,” Sam grinned, kissing Dean back as Dean lay on him, body draped over his and rubbing slowly. “What’s that?”
“Sex under the bed.” Dean kissed him hard, feverish light back in his eyes for a second, but mostly just the horny kind. “They hate that.”
“Huh.” Sam thought about that for a minute, and then, “Really?”
Dean nodded back seriously. “Really.”
“Huh.” He had no idea how they were going to fit enough to do this, but…”Ok.”
It was Dean’s turn to squeak as Sam laughed and wiggled them both back under the bed.
End.