Supernatural fic
Hey everyone. Here's a couple of silly little SPN ficlets that have been cluttering up my hard drive for a while. No spoilers for anything. Rated Teen. Obviously nothing is mine:
Easiest thousand bucks Dean ever made. All he had to do was sit in a room with a cup and some porn and let nature take its course. And the best part was that there was zero risk of any little Deans running around; all the deposits were to be used for genetic research. He didn't much like the idea of people diddling with his DNA, but this Manticore bunch weren't supernatural, despite the name, so it seemed pretty safe. Hell, it wasn't like they'd make a bunch of clones of him or anything.
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They'd been having some precious and rare downtime between cases. Sam had been on a supply run and as he entered their motel room laden down with pie and beer, Dean slammed the laptop shut guiltily and jumped to his feet.
"Need a hand? Ooh! Pie!" He said and grabbed a bag before putting it down on the chair. "Gotta hit the head," he added and headed quickly to the bathroom.
Sam chuckled as he put down the rest of the shopping. He looked at the laptop and debated looking at whatever smutfest Dean had been enjoying. He still felt like he needed a shower after accidentally seeing one of those anime porns his brother liked so much. Deciding that any potential mocking far outweighed the risk, he opened the computer. Dean really needed to learn to clear his browser history.
Sam hit refresh and waited for a moment as the page loaded. What he saw shocked him utterly; he thought Dean couldn't surprise him but clearly he was wrong.
"Dude, I can explain," Dean said from behind him. Sam turned to face him.
"Dude..." he said, gesturing to indicate the laptop. "Rock of Ages? Isn't that a musical?"
"But with awesome music in it," Dean replied defensively.
"Still a musical. Dean, I am never letting this one go."
"Sammy, it has pole dancers. *pole* dancers!"
"Still a musical."
Dean shrugged and leaned over to fish in the shopping, rising triumphantly with a beer a moment later.
"So? If more musicals had a soundtrack like that and scenes in strip joints, hell I'd watch more musicals then," he said as he flopped onto his bed.
Sam pulled his hip flask from his back pocket and flicked the contents at Dean. Dean wiped his face and smirked sarcastically at his brother.
"Har de har. You done?"
"Sure," Sam replied as he pulled a beer for himself and opened it. "Tell you what, next town over I think there's a revival of Grease."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."