Ficlet: Cluster-F*ck
Ficlet: Cluster-F*ck
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 530
Warnings: errrm, character death with immediate timeloop back to life?
for hc_bingo prompt accident
Summary: Stamp to "Mystery Spot". Dean has a really bad day (or so Sam says)... and the bad breakfast might just be the death of him.
Cluster-F*ck
„Alright. So you’re saying that if we go have a decent breakfast it might kill me… but if we are having a crappy breakfast it could get me dead anyway?”
“Possibly.” Sam was having a headache. Not surprising seeing that he had to wake up to Asia for what felt like the millionth time now.
“So why not have a good breakfast then?” Dean eyed him suspiciously, still not quite understanding Sam’s logic. The same logic that had made them go to the next moma’s n’papa’s store to get a bag of vaccuum-sealed chips and cheep, watered down coffee for breakfast.
Dean, who was known for being a man of insatiable hunger at any time of the day, thought this was the worst idea in the world. Sam had had to practically drag him there. Now the older Winchester tried to save his morning by fixing his cup up with about a gallon of sugar just to make sure that he got his usual early morning two thousand kilocalories energy hype. He emptied the fifth pack of sugar in the paper cup and then pulled out the jug of freshly brewed watery coffee. As he did so he dropped the spoon he held in his other hand. Trying to catch it midair Dean rattled the jug he held in hand, making the steaming fluid slop over the rim and all over the front of his pants.
Dean let out a yelp as though a hellhound had just bitten itself a big chunk out of his crotch jumping in the air sending the jug flying. As Dean’s feet reconnected with the floor and the spilled sugar littering it he sliped falling towards the coffe machine.
Sam jumped forward grabbing Dean’s arm but not in time to keep his cheek from flapping down on the hotplate of the coffee machine. There was a sizzling sound and Sam dragged hard on his brother’s arm making Dean fall backwards just as the jug that had been doing saltos in midair came down again spilling burningly hot coffe all over Dean’s face and colliding with his forehead. The glass cracked upon impact and Sam and Dean went down together in a heap of bodyparts and hot coffee hitting the table with a thud.
Sam lay there panting looking at his brother who was still wiggling lying on the floor like a cockroach on it’s back mouth agape and yelping while blood poured down his face and blisters grew on his cheek. What Sam didn’t notice upon his relief about Dean’s missing demise was that the coffe machine had been set in motion by the bump against the table. It toppled over and pushed the opened bag of coffe beans that had been leaning against it off the table.
Sam gaped at it as the bag turned during the fall so the open side would face down - fuck you, Murphy! - and emptied itself into Dean’s gasping mouth.
Sam watched as his brother choked for a second, eyes growing wide and beans spilling from the sides of his mouth…
“Heat of the moment!” Ok… so they’d go to the Diner again today. That much was sure.
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Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 530
Warnings: errrm, character death with immediate timeloop back to life?
for hc_bingo prompt accident
Summary: Stamp to "Mystery Spot". Dean has a really bad day (or so Sam says)... and the bad breakfast might just be the death of him.
Cluster-F*ck
„Alright. So you’re saying that if we go have a decent breakfast it might kill me… but if we are having a crappy breakfast it could get me dead anyway?”
“Possibly.” Sam was having a headache. Not surprising seeing that he had to wake up to Asia for what felt like the millionth time now.
“So why not have a good breakfast then?” Dean eyed him suspiciously, still not quite understanding Sam’s logic. The same logic that had made them go to the next moma’s n’papa’s store to get a bag of vaccuum-sealed chips and cheep, watered down coffee for breakfast.
Dean, who was known for being a man of insatiable hunger at any time of the day, thought this was the worst idea in the world. Sam had had to practically drag him there. Now the older Winchester tried to save his morning by fixing his cup up with about a gallon of sugar just to make sure that he got his usual early morning two thousand kilocalories energy hype. He emptied the fifth pack of sugar in the paper cup and then pulled out the jug of freshly brewed watery coffee. As he did so he dropped the spoon he held in his other hand. Trying to catch it midair Dean rattled the jug he held in hand, making the steaming fluid slop over the rim and all over the front of his pants.
Dean let out a yelp as though a hellhound had just bitten itself a big chunk out of his crotch jumping in the air sending the jug flying. As Dean’s feet reconnected with the floor and the spilled sugar littering it he sliped falling towards the coffe machine.
Sam jumped forward grabbing Dean’s arm but not in time to keep his cheek from flapping down on the hotplate of the coffee machine. There was a sizzling sound and Sam dragged hard on his brother’s arm making Dean fall backwards just as the jug that had been doing saltos in midair came down again spilling burningly hot coffe all over Dean’s face and colliding with his forehead. The glass cracked upon impact and Sam and Dean went down together in a heap of bodyparts and hot coffee hitting the table with a thud.
Sam lay there panting looking at his brother who was still wiggling lying on the floor like a cockroach on it’s back mouth agape and yelping while blood poured down his face and blisters grew on his cheek. What Sam didn’t notice upon his relief about Dean’s missing demise was that the coffe machine had been set in motion by the bump against the table. It toppled over and pushed the opened bag of coffe beans that had been leaning against it off the table.
Sam gaped at it as the bag turned during the fall so the open side would face down - fuck you, Murphy! - and emptied itself into Dean’s gasping mouth.
Sam watched as his brother choked for a second, eyes growing wide and beans spilling from the sides of his mouth…
“Heat of the moment!” Ok… so they’d go to the Diner again today. That much was sure.
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