When In Doubt, Hit the Escape Button 2a/4
Title: When in Doubt, Hit the Escape Button
By: M14Mouse
Artist: Serenda_art
Beta: Solarbear614
Gene: SPN AU Gen
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Word Count: 20,200
Warning: Zombie ponies and unicorns
Summary: Sam and Dean are ordinary brothers from an ordinary planet called Earth. Until the aliens came and took them away.
Temp A/N; Please give me time on linking everything together and add my artist's wonderful art. i am not working on the best internet. it will take me some time.
Part 1/Part 2a/Part 2b /Part 3
First thing Sam would have told you about the whole incident that it was all Dean’s fault.
That and the damn car.
It was two weeks after his high school graduation. He was planning to figure out what to bring to college. He knew his dorm room wasn’t too big. He knew that he needed the basics but he did plan to buy some of his stuff while he was there. He also got to keep in mind what his roommate might buy.
He looked between the plain green t-shirt and the ugly purple shirt with a dog on it that Dean picked out for him. What was his brother thinking and where in the hell did he find it? He tossed the purple shirt into the closet and packed the green shirt away. Suddenly, he heard a loud pounding on the door. He didn’t need a crystal ball to know who it was. Dad rarely came up here and Mom always knocked politely.
“What do you want, Dean?” He shouted.
“I wanted to see if you are still alive in there.”
“Do I sound alive to you?”
“It could be a recording.”
“Dude, that only worked once before mom caught on.”
“Oh, man…the look on mom’s face when she figured out. Fun times.”
He smiled a little. They sneaked out for some reason. He couldn’t really remember why. He just knew that he wanted to tag along with his big brother. It was one of the few times that he and his brother hanged out when they were older. Mom caught Dean the second time that he tried the recorder trick. Dad didn’t say anything. He just chuckled behind the newspaper.
Dean was grounded for a week. Not that stopped him from sneaking out for one of his dates.
“What do you want, Dean?”
“A lot of things…Pie…Cyndi Jefferson…a new gas cap…pie.”
“Dean…”
“Okay…okay…you and me…today. I have plans.”
His mind went through all of the possibilities. It wasn’t anyone birthday or any holiday. Unless….
“I am not going on another blind date.”
“Come on! She wasn’t that bad.”
He stared at the door and bit his lower lip.
“Dude, do you want me answer that?”
“No…Come on! Brother bonding!”
“You are leaving me in a strange situation with a strange woman. Probably sneaking off to make out with the chick. So Awesome and the answer is still no.”
“50 bucks.”
“No.”
“100?”
“No.”
“Come on, man!”
“No…because I am busy.”
“Packing. Come on, you can’t spend your summer packing and being all nerdy. We aren’t going to be able to bond once you go to that big school of yours.”
Damn Dean and his guilt trip. At least, he would get some money out of it.
“100 bucks.”
“Excellent. Be ready by 6. You won’t regret, Sammy!”
“The name is Sam!”
He heard Dean’s laughter echo through the hallway.
He was already regretting it and it wasn’t even six yet.
-*-
Twenty minutes to 6 and Dean wouldn’t stop hassling him.
“Come on, Sammy. Let’s go! I can hear the cows are coming home!”
Just shot him now.
“I am almost done! Chill!” He shouted back.
Bastard. He didn’t have to go a date with some woman that he never met before.
“Come on, Samantha. The girls aren’t going to worry about your make up.”
His fists tightened into fists. His brother is such a bastard. He finished tying up his shoes and stood up. He stomped across to the door and opened it.
“I am ready. Happy now?” He groaned as he swung opened the door.
Dean just smirked at him as he leaning against the wall.
“Took you long enough, Samantha.”
Don’t kill Dean. You might need him to fix your car or something like that some day.
He shot the middle finger at his brother. Just to show him how happy he was about this whole mess.
And Dean’s response…he just laughed.
Jerk.
-*****-
First thing Dean would have told you about the whole incident that it was all Sam’s fault.
That and he spent entirely too much time in front of the mirror.
Sam worried about the stupidest things. Honestly, not all dates are meant to find your one true love.
Some dates are for the sole purpose of getting laid.
Honestly, he worried about his brother sometimes.
Sammy was definitely a breed all of his own. He wasn’t like him or dad. They had no common interests what so ever. He liked football. Sam liked soccer. He could tell the quickest way to get any girl into bed. Sam probably could tell you what type of bed it is and what it made of that he is getting laid in.
Damn geek.
He worried once Sammy got up to that big school of his that he would never come out of the books again. Sam doesn’t know how to have fun. He preferred books to girls and libraries to bars. Hell, he might have never been to college. He knew enough that college is suppose to be a growing experience. Whatever in the hell that meant. He is probably going to have to tie him and throw him into the truck just to get him home during the holidays.
Despite that, he was proud of his brother. He was the smartest guy that he knew.
Now, if only he could get his brother’s ass moving…save him so much trouble.
“Come on, Samantha. The girls aren’t going to worry about your make up,” He shouted.
A few minutes late, Sam opened the door and gave him a dirty look.
“Took you long enough, Samantha.”
Sam shot the middle finger at his brother. He smirked and then started to laugh.
“Come on, little brother…Let have some fun,” He said as he ruffled Sam’s hair. He could hear his brother’s grumbling.
This is going to be fun.
-*****-
This was totally not fun.
Damn flat tire.
“You could help me, you know,” He said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked up to his brother that was leaning against the car.
“And touch your precious car and lose my arm? Sorry, I am not that dumb.” Sam said.
“Then get me the spare tire, asshole.”
Sam gave him one of his patent bitch faces. He moved away from his spot and headed toward the truck. He turned back around to work on the tire. He put the tire iron and started unscrewing the screws. He heard a thump and something brush against his feet. He looked over his shoulder to see the spare tire at his feet. He shot his brother a look before returning to the flat tire.
Maybe, he should have left his brother at home.
“Maybe, we should call…to tell them that we are going to be late.”
“Dude, we aren’t going to run late.”
“We are. We are a least 15 minutes from the bar. On the bad side of town I might add.”
“There is nothing wrong with Joe’s place.”
“If the nightly fights were anything to go by.”
“You are afraid of hurting your fair skin, bro.”
“You are such a jerk.”
“And you such a bitch.”
He didn’t need to turn around to know that his brother was giving him a bitch face behind his back. He knew how to push his brother’s buttons. But when Sam didn’t answer back with something, he turned around. Surely, his bro had a smart ass comment about something by now. Sam was making an odd face as he looked out into the distance.
“Sam?”
“Do you hear that?”
He tilted his head. He heard a couple of dogs barking, a tractor moving, and a couple of bugs move around. Nothing out of the normal.
“I don’t hear a thing.”
“Are you sure? It is like a buzzing noise.”
“Dude, that is probably the bugs.”
“I guess.”
He watched Sam for a moment before turning back to work. He was almost done with the damn tire. Maybe, they can still make it to the bar before the girls left.
“Dean…”
“Sam, would you shut up for the love of…,” He said as he turned around.
HOLY SHIT!
It was a huge black thing. Smooth and black…with silver lines adoring the thing. It is kind of reminded him from the Fight of the Navigator ship. It was totally Sammy’s fault for watching that movie like a million times.
Hell, there better be no little creature on that ship. That thing scared the crap of him out.
But before he could say anything, there was a flash of light. They were gone.
End of Part 2a
Onto to Part 2b
By: M14Mouse
Artist: Serenda_art
Beta: Solarbear614
Gene: SPN AU Gen
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Word Count: 20,200
Warning: Zombie ponies and unicorns
Summary: Sam and Dean are ordinary brothers from an ordinary planet called Earth. Until the aliens came and took them away.
Temp A/N; Please give me time on linking everything together and add my artist's wonderful art. i am not working on the best internet. it will take me some time.
Part 1/Part 2a/Part 2b /Part 3
First thing Sam would have told you about the whole incident that it was all Dean’s fault.
That and the damn car.
It was two weeks after his high school graduation. He was planning to figure out what to bring to college. He knew his dorm room wasn’t too big. He knew that he needed the basics but he did plan to buy some of his stuff while he was there. He also got to keep in mind what his roommate might buy.
He looked between the plain green t-shirt and the ugly purple shirt with a dog on it that Dean picked out for him. What was his brother thinking and where in the hell did he find it? He tossed the purple shirt into the closet and packed the green shirt away. Suddenly, he heard a loud pounding on the door. He didn’t need a crystal ball to know who it was. Dad rarely came up here and Mom always knocked politely.
“What do you want, Dean?” He shouted.
“I wanted to see if you are still alive in there.”
“Do I sound alive to you?”
“It could be a recording.”
“Dude, that only worked once before mom caught on.”
“Oh, man…the look on mom’s face when she figured out. Fun times.”
He smiled a little. They sneaked out for some reason. He couldn’t really remember why. He just knew that he wanted to tag along with his big brother. It was one of the few times that he and his brother hanged out when they were older. Mom caught Dean the second time that he tried the recorder trick. Dad didn’t say anything. He just chuckled behind the newspaper.
Dean was grounded for a week. Not that stopped him from sneaking out for one of his dates.
“What do you want, Dean?”
“A lot of things…Pie…Cyndi Jefferson…a new gas cap…pie.”
“Dean…”
“Okay…okay…you and me…today. I have plans.”
His mind went through all of the possibilities. It wasn’t anyone birthday or any holiday. Unless….
“I am not going on another blind date.”
“Come on! She wasn’t that bad.”
He stared at the door and bit his lower lip.
“Dude, do you want me answer that?”
“No…Come on! Brother bonding!”
“You are leaving me in a strange situation with a strange woman. Probably sneaking off to make out with the chick. So Awesome and the answer is still no.”
“50 bucks.”
“No.”
“100?”
“No.”
“Come on, man!”
“No…because I am busy.”
“Packing. Come on, you can’t spend your summer packing and being all nerdy. We aren’t going to be able to bond once you go to that big school of yours.”
Damn Dean and his guilt trip. At least, he would get some money out of it.
“100 bucks.”
“Excellent. Be ready by 6. You won’t regret, Sammy!”
“The name is Sam!”
He heard Dean’s laughter echo through the hallway.
He was already regretting it and it wasn’t even six yet.
-*-
Twenty minutes to 6 and Dean wouldn’t stop hassling him.
“Come on, Sammy. Let’s go! I can hear the cows are coming home!”
Just shot him now.
“I am almost done! Chill!” He shouted back.
Bastard. He didn’t have to go a date with some woman that he never met before.
“Come on, Samantha. The girls aren’t going to worry about your make up.”
His fists tightened into fists. His brother is such a bastard. He finished tying up his shoes and stood up. He stomped across to the door and opened it.
“I am ready. Happy now?” He groaned as he swung opened the door.
Dean just smirked at him as he leaning against the wall.
“Took you long enough, Samantha.”
Don’t kill Dean. You might need him to fix your car or something like that some day.
He shot the middle finger at his brother. Just to show him how happy he was about this whole mess.
And Dean’s response…he just laughed.
Jerk.
-*****-
First thing Dean would have told you about the whole incident that it was all Sam’s fault.
That and he spent entirely too much time in front of the mirror.
Sam worried about the stupidest things. Honestly, not all dates are meant to find your one true love.
Some dates are for the sole purpose of getting laid.
Honestly, he worried about his brother sometimes.
Sammy was definitely a breed all of his own. He wasn’t like him or dad. They had no common interests what so ever. He liked football. Sam liked soccer. He could tell the quickest way to get any girl into bed. Sam probably could tell you what type of bed it is and what it made of that he is getting laid in.
Damn geek.
He worried once Sammy got up to that big school of his that he would never come out of the books again. Sam doesn’t know how to have fun. He preferred books to girls and libraries to bars. Hell, he might have never been to college. He knew enough that college is suppose to be a growing experience. Whatever in the hell that meant. He is probably going to have to tie him and throw him into the truck just to get him home during the holidays.
Despite that, he was proud of his brother. He was the smartest guy that he knew.
Now, if only he could get his brother’s ass moving…save him so much trouble.
“Come on, Samantha. The girls aren’t going to worry about your make up,” He shouted.
A few minutes late, Sam opened the door and gave him a dirty look.
“Took you long enough, Samantha.”
Sam shot the middle finger at his brother. He smirked and then started to laugh.
“Come on, little brother…Let have some fun,” He said as he ruffled Sam’s hair. He could hear his brother’s grumbling.
This is going to be fun.
-*****-
This was totally not fun.
Damn flat tire.
“You could help me, you know,” He said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked up to his brother that was leaning against the car.
“And touch your precious car and lose my arm? Sorry, I am not that dumb.” Sam said.
“Then get me the spare tire, asshole.”
Sam gave him one of his patent bitch faces. He moved away from his spot and headed toward the truck. He turned back around to work on the tire. He put the tire iron and started unscrewing the screws. He heard a thump and something brush against his feet. He looked over his shoulder to see the spare tire at his feet. He shot his brother a look before returning to the flat tire.
Maybe, he should have left his brother at home.
“Maybe, we should call…to tell them that we are going to be late.”
“Dude, we aren’t going to run late.”
“We are. We are a least 15 minutes from the bar. On the bad side of town I might add.”
“There is nothing wrong with Joe’s place.”
“If the nightly fights were anything to go by.”
“You are afraid of hurting your fair skin, bro.”
“You are such a jerk.”
“And you such a bitch.”
He didn’t need to turn around to know that his brother was giving him a bitch face behind his back. He knew how to push his brother’s buttons. But when Sam didn’t answer back with something, he turned around. Surely, his bro had a smart ass comment about something by now. Sam was making an odd face as he looked out into the distance.
“Sam?”
“Do you hear that?”
He tilted his head. He heard a couple of dogs barking, a tractor moving, and a couple of bugs move around. Nothing out of the normal.
“I don’t hear a thing.”
“Are you sure? It is like a buzzing noise.”
“Dude, that is probably the bugs.”
“I guess.”
He watched Sam for a moment before turning back to work. He was almost done with the damn tire. Maybe, they can still make it to the bar before the girls left.
“Dean…”
“Sam, would you shut up for the love of…,” He said as he turned around.
HOLY SHIT!
It was a huge black thing. Smooth and black…with silver lines adoring the thing. It is kind of reminded him from the Fight of the Navigator ship. It was totally Sammy’s fault for watching that movie like a million times.
Hell, there better be no little creature on that ship. That thing scared the crap of him out.
But before he could say anything, there was a flash of light. They were gone.
End of Part 2a
Onto to Part 2b