swallow the lies } { music and mythology, Einstein and astrology, it all started with a big bang
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Everyone knew that Sam was the brains of the Winchester operation.
It wasn’t that Dean was stupid. Dean was sharp. There was a lot more to his upstairs brain than people gave him credit for. But Dean was also still Dean, and he didn’t always use that upstairs brain to the best of it’s ability. In fact, it was a pretty solid fact that both Winchesters stopped maturing somewhere in their early teens-old enough to get a grasp of the world, but still young enough to be prone to fits of boyish stupidity. When it came to things that you probably shouldn’t try at home, there wasn’t a lot of protesting Sam could do before he started to get a little curious himself.
Boys will be boys, after all. And these boys were bored.
They had been recruited to help Bela out as a favor for helping them out when Sam was regressed to his younger self. They screwed it up when Dean wound up getting caught by the competition, trussed up by his ankles by a slender blond who didn’t look happy to see them. Max, for one, was thoroughly embarrassed, and their shameful attempt at thievery, but Dean didn’t seem to care, which lead Sam to believe that the two of them were on the outs again. Sam was starting to get sick of the up and down, especially when it lead to him getting banished to the motel room with his brother, and Mary keeping an eye on them while the girls finished the job.
Sam wasn’t pleased that they had been regulated to the bench, but they had been made and that meant it was time to call in the auxiliary. So now they were just flipping through the channels, trying to keep themselves from getting bored, when Dean’s attention came to a stop on a guy who was destroying a blender. Further review indicated that he wasn’t necessarily destroying the blender, just trying to see if certain objects would blend.
“Dude, can we watch something-”
That was met with an elbow to the side. “Shut up.”
Sam rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. After a few minutes, he found himself just as entranced as his brother was, when this man just … abused the hell out of his blender. It was vaguely moronic and probably still highly dangerous but also … really, really cool. There was a long period of silence as they watched, before Dean turned to Sam, with a look on his face that could only be considered dangerous.
“You know-there’s a blender in the kitchen.”
They had started staying in larger places ever since they had picked up Mary from wherever she came from. They looked out for places with a kitchen area, like when they were kids, because Mary liked to cook, and Sam and Dean liked being cooked for. Sam was pretty sure he had never been this well-fed ever in his life, but the point of the matter was that the kitchen was Mary’s territory. They tended to stay out of it, or suffer her scolding them for breaking something they shouldn’t have been touching in the first place. It only happened once, but they learned their lesson well enough.
At first it didn’t quite click for Sam. “So?” Then there was a beat as his brain turned that information over again. “Wait, what?”
Dean had a stupid grin plastered across his face, and raised an eyebrow at his brother. “We’re hunters, dude. We’ve got some weird shit. Let’s see if it’ll blend.”
Dean apparently missed the giant Do not try this at home. that was plastered across the screen. Sam knew that his brother didn’t always think before he acted, but Sam also knew that he shouldn’t have even been thinking about considering it himself. But he was. Because boredom was a powerful motivator, and the things they were doing with that blender looked really cool.
“ … Okay.”
***
The look on Mary’s face really said it all.
She had been staring at them for the past five minutes, chin in her hand, just trying to process the state she had found her kitchen in. Dean and Sam were sitting on the edge of the bed in front of her, both doing their best to look appropriately shameful. Sam was probably succeeding more than Dean was, but he had always been better at looking innocent than his brother had been. Eventually she managed to find the words, but it didn’t indicate that she was coming any closer to a decision.
“What were you thinking?!”
Dean started to open his mouth and Mary had a hand up before he could even bother.
“Don’t … I don’t want to know.”
The kitchen was in shambles. Dean had found this cool looking metal amulet in Bela’s bag that-after confirming that it wasn’t cursed, deadly, or in any other way dangerous-made the blender spark like Fourth of July fireworks. It was really awesome looking, but Sam knew that Mary had a point when she came back with:
“You could have burnt down the whole motel!”
Dean and Sam were both silent for a moment, before Sam looked up at her with the best puppy dog eyes he could manage. “But … we didn’t?”
“That’s not the point, Sam.” She sighed, running a hand across her forehead before looking at the state of the kitchen. “It’s like you two never had a … ”
She stopped before she finished the sentence, because she already knew the answer to the question. Sam also knew that having to discipline two men in their late twenties-her sons or not-was not something she had planned for when she got angel-dropped into the future.
She was going to do it anyway, though.
“Clean this up,” she said, mustering any authority she had over them, which was a lot, considering. “And you’re paying for the blender.”
“Someone is paying for the blender,” Dean muttered, and Mary fixed him with a glare.
“You are paying for the blender.” There was a beat. “And for that … whatever it was you stole from Bela.”
At that, both boys eyes went wide and they sat up straighter. “Barring intervention by a rabbit’s foot, I don’t think that’s possible,” Sam spat out without even thinking, and Mary just blinked at him.
“What?”
“Never mind. Sam just says things without thinking, sometimes.” Dean ran a hand over his face. “We’ll figure it out.”
Or get shot by Bela. Whichever came first.
Mary sighed, rubbing her forehead again, before gesturing to the kitchen again. “Well? Get started.”
“Yes, ma’am.” They both answered dutifully before trudging off to the kitchen. Once they were out of earshot, Dean flashed his brother a grin and reached for the broom.
“You gotta admit, though-that was pretty awesome.”
Sam rolled his eyes and tried to suppress the smile that was threatening to cross his lips. “Whatever, Dean.”
Dean just grinned wider. “Yeah. It was totally awesome.”
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Everyone knew that Sam was the brains of the Winchester operation.
It wasn’t that Dean was stupid. Dean was sharp. There was a lot more to his upstairs brain than people gave him credit for. But Dean was also still Dean, and he didn’t always use that upstairs brain to the best of it’s ability. In fact, it was a pretty solid fact that both Winchesters stopped maturing somewhere in their early teens-old enough to get a grasp of the world, but still young enough to be prone to fits of boyish stupidity. When it came to things that you probably shouldn’t try at home, there wasn’t a lot of protesting Sam could do before he started to get a little curious himself.
Boys will be boys, after all. And these boys were bored.
They had been recruited to help Bela out as a favor for helping them out when Sam was regressed to his younger self. They screwed it up when Dean wound up getting caught by the competition, trussed up by his ankles by a slender blond who didn’t look happy to see them. Max, for one, was thoroughly embarrassed, and their shameful attempt at thievery, but Dean didn’t seem to care, which lead Sam to believe that the two of them were on the outs again. Sam was starting to get sick of the up and down, especially when it lead to him getting banished to the motel room with his brother, and Mary keeping an eye on them while the girls finished the job.
Sam wasn’t pleased that they had been regulated to the bench, but they had been made and that meant it was time to call in the auxiliary. So now they were just flipping through the channels, trying to keep themselves from getting bored, when Dean’s attention came to a stop on a guy who was destroying a blender. Further review indicated that he wasn’t necessarily destroying the blender, just trying to see if certain objects would blend.
“Dude, can we watch something-”
That was met with an elbow to the side. “Shut up.”
Sam rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. After a few minutes, he found himself just as entranced as his brother was, when this man just … abused the hell out of his blender. It was vaguely moronic and probably still highly dangerous but also … really, really cool. There was a long period of silence as they watched, before Dean turned to Sam, with a look on his face that could only be considered dangerous.
“You know-there’s a blender in the kitchen.”
They had started staying in larger places ever since they had picked up Mary from wherever she came from. They looked out for places with a kitchen area, like when they were kids, because Mary liked to cook, and Sam and Dean liked being cooked for. Sam was pretty sure he had never been this well-fed ever in his life, but the point of the matter was that the kitchen was Mary’s territory. They tended to stay out of it, or suffer her scolding them for breaking something they shouldn’t have been touching in the first place. It only happened once, but they learned their lesson well enough.
At first it didn’t quite click for Sam. “So?” Then there was a beat as his brain turned that information over again. “Wait, what?”
Dean had a stupid grin plastered across his face, and raised an eyebrow at his brother. “We’re hunters, dude. We’ve got some weird shit. Let’s see if it’ll blend.”
Dean apparently missed the giant Do not try this at home. that was plastered across the screen. Sam knew that his brother didn’t always think before he acted, but Sam also knew that he shouldn’t have even been thinking about considering it himself. But he was. Because boredom was a powerful motivator, and the things they were doing with that blender looked really cool.
“ … Okay.”
***
The look on Mary’s face really said it all.
She had been staring at them for the past five minutes, chin in her hand, just trying to process the state she had found her kitchen in. Dean and Sam were sitting on the edge of the bed in front of her, both doing their best to look appropriately shameful. Sam was probably succeeding more than Dean was, but he had always been better at looking innocent than his brother had been. Eventually she managed to find the words, but it didn’t indicate that she was coming any closer to a decision.
“What were you thinking?!”
Dean started to open his mouth and Mary had a hand up before he could even bother.
“Don’t … I don’t want to know.”
The kitchen was in shambles. Dean had found this cool looking metal amulet in Bela’s bag that-after confirming that it wasn’t cursed, deadly, or in any other way dangerous-made the blender spark like Fourth of July fireworks. It was really awesome looking, but Sam knew that Mary had a point when she came back with:
“You could have burnt down the whole motel!”
Dean and Sam were both silent for a moment, before Sam looked up at her with the best puppy dog eyes he could manage. “But … we didn’t?”
“That’s not the point, Sam.” She sighed, running a hand across her forehead before looking at the state of the kitchen. “It’s like you two never had a … ”
She stopped before she finished the sentence, because she already knew the answer to the question. Sam also knew that having to discipline two men in their late twenties-her sons or not-was not something she had planned for when she got angel-dropped into the future.
She was going to do it anyway, though.
“Clean this up,” she said, mustering any authority she had over them, which was a lot, considering. “And you’re paying for the blender.”
“Someone is paying for the blender,” Dean muttered, and Mary fixed him with a glare.
“You are paying for the blender.” There was a beat. “And for that … whatever it was you stole from Bela.”
At that, both boys eyes went wide and they sat up straighter. “Barring intervention by a rabbit’s foot, I don’t think that’s possible,” Sam spat out without even thinking, and Mary just blinked at him.
“What?”
“Never mind. Sam just says things without thinking, sometimes.” Dean ran a hand over his face. “We’ll figure it out.”
Or get shot by Bela. Whichever came first.
Mary sighed, rubbing her forehead again, before gesturing to the kitchen again. “Well? Get started.”
“Yes, ma’am.” They both answered dutifully before trudging off to the kitchen. Once they were out of earshot, Dean flashed his brother a grin and reached for the broom.
“You gotta admit, though-that was pretty awesome.”
Sam rolled his eyes and tried to suppress the smile that was threatening to cross his lips. “Whatever, Dean.”
Dean just grinned wider. “Yeah. It was totally awesome.”
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