and so the circles turns. this time with pie!
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First order of business: A Supernatural fic for gee_mon because she is fabulous in so many ways and I ♥ her so. I hope you like it!
Title: Echo of a Smile
Fandom: Supernatural
Length: ~900 words
Characters/Pairing: Sam and Dean. Brotherly teasing.
Rating: PG
Setting: Anytime in S1 or S2-between random hunts.
Disclaimer: Everything owned by Kripke and Co.
Notes: Written for gee_mon, who asked for some light brotherly bickering. I hope I did your request justice!
As always, any and all feedback appreciated!
“You’re serious.”
“’Course I am. Would I ever joke about something this important?”
“Dean, this is not important. All things considered, it’s probably the least important thing in the world.”
“Come on, Sammy. The diner’s ten minutes away and dude, I think that waitress was checkin’ you out. You’d be back in twenty-one minutes. Unless you want to pick up something on the side.” Dean stops mid-wink, considers his suggestion, then shakes his head. “On second thought, save her for another night. Wouldn’t want my pie gettin’ cold.”
Leaning against the frame of the bathroom door Sam stares at his brother, who is currently spread out on one of the two beds, arms folded across his chest as minute shivers cause his teeth to knock together.
They’d been on a routine hunt, call from a friend of a friend of Bobby’s who’d reported some freak attacks in a normally quiet suburb a little south of Chicago. Police kept getting calls about a cloaked figure (some people, too many to be ignored by a hunter but too skeptical to garner any attention from the law, described it as ‘Dracula-esque’) stalking the streets at night. Then hospitals began to receive a large number of patients with a similar set of teeth marks below their right ear, on their neck. Most made full recoveries, only needing some extra blood. Others just…vanished. No rhyme or reason. Not that the doctors were complaining; more room for those worse off.
So Sam and Dean had told Bobby they’d tackle it and had, within a day, found the nest. Four capitations later and there was one left. One that decided to take advantage of Dean’s cockiness and attack when his back was turned. He had been bit, but two seconds later and the vampire was without its head, Sam standing over the motionless body with a trembling axe in his hands.
Then he saw the blood. Bright red flecks standing out in sharp contrast to the pale skin of Dean’s neck. Panic set in and everything from then on was a blur as Sam cleaned up and drove them back to the motel, hardly able to keep his eyes from Dean for more than two seconds. Dean had bitched at him to keep his eyes on the road, that if he got his baby into an accident he’d never see the light of day again. But they fell on deaf ears even as they reached the motel, Sam half-dragging Dean inside despite his brother’s protests. He’d laid him out on the bed and ransacked the Impala’s trunk, giving Dean all they had that was supposed to work against a vampire’s bite and blood.
An hour later Sam had finally calmed down. The blood had gotten close but none had actually entered the wound. Dean was safe, save for a slight fever that would break before morning. Sam had told Dean to get some sleep while he took a shower. And his brother had. For ten minutes.
Then he’d started whining about pie. About needing some because he felt like shit and really, he deserved something sweet because after all, he’d almost turned into a blood-sucking son of a bitch with bad skin.
Which led to Sam glaring at his brother as he got dressed and now glaring at him from his post at the bathroom, where he’s refusing to budge. Dean is glaring at Sam too, but the look loses its potency every time his teeth clack together when another shiver rolls up his spine.
“You could have died today, Dean, and all you can think about is pie and me getting with some random girl?”
“See? Even in my death I wanted you to get some. That probably makes me best-” Dean pauses, wincing as he shifts beneath the covers, then continues. “Best brother of the year or something.”
Shaking his head, Sam leans forward and walks to the dresser, skimming his hand over the surface until he finds the keys to the Impala. The quiet tinkle they make has Dean sitting up instantly, face screwed up half-way between a grimace and anger.
“You ain’t takin’ the Impala,” he dead-pans, one hand held against the bandage on his neck. “My baby needs her rest after today.” Sam frowns, turning toward his brother.
“Seriously? And how do you expect me to get there, Dean? Walk?”
“I almost died, Sammy! I could be growing some pointy teeth and suckin’ your blood right now. The least you can do is walk ten minutes to get me some pie.”
“Ten minutes in a car. Your pie would be cold by the time I finally made it back.”
Dean tilts his head to the side, considering this important fact. Sam just stands there, jaw working in mild irritation. Truthfully it’s mostly for show, the whole brother rivalry thing commanding at least a bit of resistance for a ridiculous request. But really, after what they went through today, Sam would gladly walk one hundred miles to get Dean one hundred pies.
“Promise me you won’t have some face time with that waitress in the storage room.”
“Dean-”
“Promise or else you’re walkin’.”
Resigned, Sam palms the keys, looks at Dean, and sighs.
“I promise to not flirt with the waitress and get back here with your pie as soon as possible.”
Satisfied, Dean sinks back into the bed with a groan, a pained smile playing across his lips. Sam shakes his head and opens the door to the motel, throwing a none-too-heated “Jerk” over his shoulder as he leaves. The last thing he hears is an almost-playful “Bitch” before he closes the door.
He smiles, echoing his brother’s grin.
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First order of business: A Supernatural fic for gee_mon because she is fabulous in so many ways and I ♥ her so. I hope you like it!
Title: Echo of a Smile
Fandom: Supernatural
Length: ~900 words
Characters/Pairing: Sam and Dean. Brotherly teasing.
Rating: PG
Setting: Anytime in S1 or S2-between random hunts.
Disclaimer: Everything owned by Kripke and Co.
Notes: Written for gee_mon, who asked for some light brotherly bickering. I hope I did your request justice!
As always, any and all feedback appreciated!
“You’re serious.”
“’Course I am. Would I ever joke about something this important?”
“Dean, this is not important. All things considered, it’s probably the least important thing in the world.”
“Come on, Sammy. The diner’s ten minutes away and dude, I think that waitress was checkin’ you out. You’d be back in twenty-one minutes. Unless you want to pick up something on the side.” Dean stops mid-wink, considers his suggestion, then shakes his head. “On second thought, save her for another night. Wouldn’t want my pie gettin’ cold.”
Leaning against the frame of the bathroom door Sam stares at his brother, who is currently spread out on one of the two beds, arms folded across his chest as minute shivers cause his teeth to knock together.
They’d been on a routine hunt, call from a friend of a friend of Bobby’s who’d reported some freak attacks in a normally quiet suburb a little south of Chicago. Police kept getting calls about a cloaked figure (some people, too many to be ignored by a hunter but too skeptical to garner any attention from the law, described it as ‘Dracula-esque’) stalking the streets at night. Then hospitals began to receive a large number of patients with a similar set of teeth marks below their right ear, on their neck. Most made full recoveries, only needing some extra blood. Others just…vanished. No rhyme or reason. Not that the doctors were complaining; more room for those worse off.
So Sam and Dean had told Bobby they’d tackle it and had, within a day, found the nest. Four capitations later and there was one left. One that decided to take advantage of Dean’s cockiness and attack when his back was turned. He had been bit, but two seconds later and the vampire was without its head, Sam standing over the motionless body with a trembling axe in his hands.
Then he saw the blood. Bright red flecks standing out in sharp contrast to the pale skin of Dean’s neck. Panic set in and everything from then on was a blur as Sam cleaned up and drove them back to the motel, hardly able to keep his eyes from Dean for more than two seconds. Dean had bitched at him to keep his eyes on the road, that if he got his baby into an accident he’d never see the light of day again. But they fell on deaf ears even as they reached the motel, Sam half-dragging Dean inside despite his brother’s protests. He’d laid him out on the bed and ransacked the Impala’s trunk, giving Dean all they had that was supposed to work against a vampire’s bite and blood.
An hour later Sam had finally calmed down. The blood had gotten close but none had actually entered the wound. Dean was safe, save for a slight fever that would break before morning. Sam had told Dean to get some sleep while he took a shower. And his brother had. For ten minutes.
Then he’d started whining about pie. About needing some because he felt like shit and really, he deserved something sweet because after all, he’d almost turned into a blood-sucking son of a bitch with bad skin.
Which led to Sam glaring at his brother as he got dressed and now glaring at him from his post at the bathroom, where he’s refusing to budge. Dean is glaring at Sam too, but the look loses its potency every time his teeth clack together when another shiver rolls up his spine.
“You could have died today, Dean, and all you can think about is pie and me getting with some random girl?”
“See? Even in my death I wanted you to get some. That probably makes me best-” Dean pauses, wincing as he shifts beneath the covers, then continues. “Best brother of the year or something.”
Shaking his head, Sam leans forward and walks to the dresser, skimming his hand over the surface until he finds the keys to the Impala. The quiet tinkle they make has Dean sitting up instantly, face screwed up half-way between a grimace and anger.
“You ain’t takin’ the Impala,” he dead-pans, one hand held against the bandage on his neck. “My baby needs her rest after today.” Sam frowns, turning toward his brother.
“Seriously? And how do you expect me to get there, Dean? Walk?”
“I almost died, Sammy! I could be growing some pointy teeth and suckin’ your blood right now. The least you can do is walk ten minutes to get me some pie.”
“Ten minutes in a car. Your pie would be cold by the time I finally made it back.”
Dean tilts his head to the side, considering this important fact. Sam just stands there, jaw working in mild irritation. Truthfully it’s mostly for show, the whole brother rivalry thing commanding at least a bit of resistance for a ridiculous request. But really, after what they went through today, Sam would gladly walk one hundred miles to get Dean one hundred pies.
“Promise me you won’t have some face time with that waitress in the storage room.”
“Dean-”
“Promise or else you’re walkin’.”
Resigned, Sam palms the keys, looks at Dean, and sighs.
“I promise to not flirt with the waitress and get back here with your pie as soon as possible.”
Satisfied, Dean sinks back into the bed with a groan, a pained smile playing across his lips. Sam shakes his head and opens the door to the motel, throwing a none-too-heated “Jerk” over his shoulder as he leaves. The last thing he hears is an almost-playful “Bitch” before he closes the door.
He smiles, echoing his brother’s grin.
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