"Dolls Of War"
Title: Dolls Of War (Five Occurences Of A Very Unfortunate Nature)
Author: kellifer_fic
Rating: PG
Category: SPN Gen
Word Count: 1,271
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no offense, no money.
Notes: A coda of sorts to Doll House and Doll Day Afternoon. Can be read as a separate story.
Summary: Cut scenes from when a curse made Dean... huggable..
~ The Time With The Dryer ~
Sam’s not really paying attention when he wakes up on a Wednesday and gathers his clothes for the wash. He would normally sort but his brother is currently a doll due to a particularly annoying curse and he’s been run pretty ragged.
It’s only when Sam is slumped in a plastic chair in front of the big industrial-sized dryer in the automat after his pile of sodden t-shirts and jeans have been transferred from the single working washer, that he notices the thumping. Every now and again something hits the glass on the front of the dryer and Sam stands up, grimacing because if he’s accidentally washed one of the guns Dean is going to kill him.
Yanking the door open, Sam gets almost immediately hit in the face with something sweet-smelling and warm. The fact that it’s trying to claw his eyes out and failing dismally because it’s well, plush, seems little deterrent. “Dean?” Sam swallows hard when he manages to pry the small form from his face.
“I’m going to kill you!” Dean shrills, and Sam realises belatedly that the thumping was the sound of Dean’s boots.
“Wait…” Sam holds Dean aloft, eyeing him critically. “Are you… dude, are you smaller?”
Dean lets out a battle-cry and launches himself at Sam’s throat.
Sam is too busy thinking up jokes about shrinkage to really defend himself properly.
~ The Time With The Little Girl ~
Sam is gone for maybe four minutes, but obviously leaving Dean propped on the diner table while he went to the bathroom was a mistake. His backpack is still sitting where he left it but Dean is gone.
Sam has a panicky three hours, making most of the diner patrons believe he is completely nuts as he demands to know just who stole his doll, when he finally returns to the motel room to regroup.
Dean appears maybe ten minutes later, letting himself into the room through the front door which is a neat trick Sam would ask about if he wasn’t so busy freaking out. He’s about to demand just where Dean thought he could disappear to when he notices that Dean is carrying his small doll-sized Dean-clothes in his arms and he’s wearing…
He’s wearing a dress.
“Don’t even start with me,” Dean warns, trooping into the bathroom and pushing the door. It doesn’t close very far though and Sam approaches, nudging it back open. Dean is struggling out of the dress and Sam presses his lips together, trying not to totally lose it when he sees that Dean is wearing a miniature undershirt and teeny-tiny boxer shorts underneath. Sam instead hunkers down and picks through Dean’s actual clothing, wanting to be helpful, but something is missing.
“Where’re your jeans?” he asks, holding aloft Dean’s denim shirt and jacket.
“That evil little monster put them on a doll that wet itself,” Dean says grimly, tying a wash cloth around his waist like a towel.
~ The Time With The Duck ~
“What are the chances?”
Sam looks across at the backpack propped against the wall and Dean sitting on top of it. It really is kind of weird timing that they’ve stumbled across a cursed Claw Machine of all things while Dean is effectively a beanie doll.
“Well, Bobby said we needed one of the toys to see what kind of curse it was,” Sam says, hunkering down to open the plexiglass port where you would usually retrieve your prize. “Go in and grab one for me.”
“No way,” Dean says, drumming his feet. “That’s cheating.”
“That’s…” Sam smacks a hand to his face and rubs down. “Dean, just do it okay? I don’t have time for your weird doll-issues today.”
“You keep accusing me of having doll issues,” Dean snaps, holding up his little stumpy arms and curling them. Sam thinks maybe Dean is trying to make air quotes but he doesn’t actually have fingers. “Have you thought that maybe the object will only be cursed if you win it, hmm?”
Sam opens his mouth and then closes it again. They’ve always been big on replicating the exact circumstances when dealing with curses and so Dean, damn him, is actually making sense. “Alright, fine,” Sam agrees and stands back up, digging into his pockets and pulling out a stack of change. He sets it on the machine in a neat pile, eyes the metal claw dangling from the machine’s top and the pile of toys underneath, all staring up as if in adoration and nods. “Shouldn’t be so hard.”
Twelve dollars later and numerous trips to the smirking cashier and Sam is out of money and patience. He feels a small nudge on his calf and looks down at Dean who is pinwheeling his arms. “Step aside for the master,” Dean instructs and monkeys up the machine’s front, grasping the machine’s joystick when he’s at the top which is almost as big as him. Dean digs a coin out of the back of his pants which makes Sam snort.
Sam’s scowling when Dean unerringly targets a beanie duck with a tuft of fur on top of its head and a day-glo orange beak, hits it dead center and does a little dance of triumph when it is dropped into the chute. Dean turns and puts his arms up. “You wasted all that time in school while I went to the arcade down the road,” he offers by way of explanation.
Back at their motel, Sam is hunched over the laptop and about to ring Bobby when he hears a squawk come from the bathroom. A minute later Dean appears, closely followed by the little beanie duck who basically launches itself at Dean like Dino on the Flintstones and flattens him, making a weird kind of purring quack.
“I hate sentient toys!” Dean cries out, flipping over and trying to knock the duck off. It’s persistent though and Sam’s pretty sure in amongst the quacking, the thing is calling Dean momma.
Sam sets the phone aside. It wouldn’t hurt to wait on calling Bobby for a few minutes.
Or hours.
~ The Time With The Disney Movie ~
“Dude, that’s… it’s just a little odd.”
Dean is flopped over Sam’s shoulder and they’re picking out movies because they’ve had a slow week. Passing through the Kid’s section on the way to Action, Dean had basically called a halt when he’d spotted one particular video.
“What?” Dean demands, tugging a little too enthusiastically on the hair at Sam’s nape. “She’s hot.”
Sam holds up Toy Story 2 and eyes it critically. The red-haired cowgirl doll grins at him from the cover. Really, there’s only so much Sam can take. “I’m just… I’m not going to stay in the room when you watch this,” Sam says.
~ The Time With Bobby Singer ~
Bobby pretty much threatened to never take another call of theirs if he couldn’t at least get one glimpse. This sees the brothers, Sam driving and Dean sitting on the dash with his boots resting against the glass, heading to Bobby’s junkyard.
Bobby opens the door when they arrive, takes one look at Dean perched on Sam’s shoulder and shuts it again.
“You’ve gotta leave,” Bobby manages through the door although his voice sounds strangled.
“We just got here!” Dean exclaims and there’s a weird choking noise and the sound of something falling over.
“If you don’t go I’m gonna bust somethin’!” Bobby calls back and Sam can feel Dean start to vibrate with rage through his shoulder.
Author: kellifer_fic
Rating: PG
Category: SPN Gen
Word Count: 1,271
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no offense, no money.
Notes: A coda of sorts to Doll House and Doll Day Afternoon. Can be read as a separate story.
Summary: Cut scenes from when a curse made Dean... huggable..
~ The Time With The Dryer ~
Sam’s not really paying attention when he wakes up on a Wednesday and gathers his clothes for the wash. He would normally sort but his brother is currently a doll due to a particularly annoying curse and he’s been run pretty ragged.
It’s only when Sam is slumped in a plastic chair in front of the big industrial-sized dryer in the automat after his pile of sodden t-shirts and jeans have been transferred from the single working washer, that he notices the thumping. Every now and again something hits the glass on the front of the dryer and Sam stands up, grimacing because if he’s accidentally washed one of the guns Dean is going to kill him.
Yanking the door open, Sam gets almost immediately hit in the face with something sweet-smelling and warm. The fact that it’s trying to claw his eyes out and failing dismally because it’s well, plush, seems little deterrent. “Dean?” Sam swallows hard when he manages to pry the small form from his face.
“I’m going to kill you!” Dean shrills, and Sam realises belatedly that the thumping was the sound of Dean’s boots.
“Wait…” Sam holds Dean aloft, eyeing him critically. “Are you… dude, are you smaller?”
Dean lets out a battle-cry and launches himself at Sam’s throat.
Sam is too busy thinking up jokes about shrinkage to really defend himself properly.
~ The Time With The Little Girl ~
Sam is gone for maybe four minutes, but obviously leaving Dean propped on the diner table while he went to the bathroom was a mistake. His backpack is still sitting where he left it but Dean is gone.
Sam has a panicky three hours, making most of the diner patrons believe he is completely nuts as he demands to know just who stole his doll, when he finally returns to the motel room to regroup.
Dean appears maybe ten minutes later, letting himself into the room through the front door which is a neat trick Sam would ask about if he wasn’t so busy freaking out. He’s about to demand just where Dean thought he could disappear to when he notices that Dean is carrying his small doll-sized Dean-clothes in his arms and he’s wearing…
He’s wearing a dress.
“Don’t even start with me,” Dean warns, trooping into the bathroom and pushing the door. It doesn’t close very far though and Sam approaches, nudging it back open. Dean is struggling out of the dress and Sam presses his lips together, trying not to totally lose it when he sees that Dean is wearing a miniature undershirt and teeny-tiny boxer shorts underneath. Sam instead hunkers down and picks through Dean’s actual clothing, wanting to be helpful, but something is missing.
“Where’re your jeans?” he asks, holding aloft Dean’s denim shirt and jacket.
“That evil little monster put them on a doll that wet itself,” Dean says grimly, tying a wash cloth around his waist like a towel.
~ The Time With The Duck ~
“What are the chances?”
Sam looks across at the backpack propped against the wall and Dean sitting on top of it. It really is kind of weird timing that they’ve stumbled across a cursed Claw Machine of all things while Dean is effectively a beanie doll.
“Well, Bobby said we needed one of the toys to see what kind of curse it was,” Sam says, hunkering down to open the plexiglass port where you would usually retrieve your prize. “Go in and grab one for me.”
“No way,” Dean says, drumming his feet. “That’s cheating.”
“That’s…” Sam smacks a hand to his face and rubs down. “Dean, just do it okay? I don’t have time for your weird doll-issues today.”
“You keep accusing me of having doll issues,” Dean snaps, holding up his little stumpy arms and curling them. Sam thinks maybe Dean is trying to make air quotes but he doesn’t actually have fingers. “Have you thought that maybe the object will only be cursed if you win it, hmm?”
Sam opens his mouth and then closes it again. They’ve always been big on replicating the exact circumstances when dealing with curses and so Dean, damn him, is actually making sense. “Alright, fine,” Sam agrees and stands back up, digging into his pockets and pulling out a stack of change. He sets it on the machine in a neat pile, eyes the metal claw dangling from the machine’s top and the pile of toys underneath, all staring up as if in adoration and nods. “Shouldn’t be so hard.”
Twelve dollars later and numerous trips to the smirking cashier and Sam is out of money and patience. He feels a small nudge on his calf and looks down at Dean who is pinwheeling his arms. “Step aside for the master,” Dean instructs and monkeys up the machine’s front, grasping the machine’s joystick when he’s at the top which is almost as big as him. Dean digs a coin out of the back of his pants which makes Sam snort.
Sam’s scowling when Dean unerringly targets a beanie duck with a tuft of fur on top of its head and a day-glo orange beak, hits it dead center and does a little dance of triumph when it is dropped into the chute. Dean turns and puts his arms up. “You wasted all that time in school while I went to the arcade down the road,” he offers by way of explanation.
Back at their motel, Sam is hunched over the laptop and about to ring Bobby when he hears a squawk come from the bathroom. A minute later Dean appears, closely followed by the little beanie duck who basically launches itself at Dean like Dino on the Flintstones and flattens him, making a weird kind of purring quack.
“I hate sentient toys!” Dean cries out, flipping over and trying to knock the duck off. It’s persistent though and Sam’s pretty sure in amongst the quacking, the thing is calling Dean momma.
Sam sets the phone aside. It wouldn’t hurt to wait on calling Bobby for a few minutes.
Or hours.
~ The Time With The Disney Movie ~
“Dude, that’s… it’s just a little odd.”
Dean is flopped over Sam’s shoulder and they’re picking out movies because they’ve had a slow week. Passing through the Kid’s section on the way to Action, Dean had basically called a halt when he’d spotted one particular video.
“What?” Dean demands, tugging a little too enthusiastically on the hair at Sam’s nape. “She’s hot.”
Sam holds up Toy Story 2 and eyes it critically. The red-haired cowgirl doll grins at him from the cover. Really, there’s only so much Sam can take. “I’m just… I’m not going to stay in the room when you watch this,” Sam says.
~ The Time With Bobby Singer ~
Bobby pretty much threatened to never take another call of theirs if he couldn’t at least get one glimpse. This sees the brothers, Sam driving and Dean sitting on the dash with his boots resting against the glass, heading to Bobby’s junkyard.
Bobby opens the door when they arrive, takes one look at Dean perched on Sam’s shoulder and shuts it again.
“You’ve gotta leave,” Bobby manages through the door although his voice sounds strangled.
“We just got here!” Dean exclaims and there’s a weird choking noise and the sound of something falling over.
“If you don’t go I’m gonna bust somethin’!” Bobby calls back and Sam can feel Dean start to vibrate with rage through his shoulder.