The Winchester/Rutherford Olympics for Annoying Emo Brothers (or Almost Ones)
Title:The Winchester/Rutherford Olympics for Annoying Emo Brothers (or Almost Ones)
Fandom: Lost/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Shannon (Yeah, you read right), some chit chat about Boone/Shannon and Sammy
Rating: PG-13
He watched her gingerly shake a sugar packet before dumping it into her coffee. In fact, he watched her for five minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore and put a hand over hers. “Christ, Shannon, what the hell are you trying to do, go into a coma? My teeth are starting to hurt.”
She rolled her eyes, crossing those impossibly long legs of hers and making her already insanely short skirt hike up just a few more inches. “Whose coffee is it, Dean?” she says coolly, blowing on it before taking a sip. Apparently the small mountain she’s plopped in wasn’t enough already, because she added some more before looking back up and adding: “Besides, you’re forgetting that I’m the one footing the bill here.”
Dean smiled sweetly. “Really, that’s funny princess, because I could’ve sworn that was daddy.”
“Fuck you.”
“Already have, and I wasn’t exactly blown away.”
She laughed. “Shut up!”
“I wasn’t. Besides, your brother wasn’t exactly thrilled when he caught me with my hands under baby sis‘s skirt.”
“He’s Boone,” she said dryly, as if that explained everything. “And besides, he’s not my brother,” she added, taking another sip.
“Wish I could say that about mine.”
“I didn’t know you had one.”
“Who, Sammy?” Dean smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah he’s around your age. He’s basically a chick with a testosterone problem.”
“Oh, so he’s gay?”
“What!? No! At least I hope not.” Dean shuddered. “He does own a Clay Aiken CD so that brought up some unanswered questions but otherwise-”
“So what’s he like?” she cut in. “He some hot young stud like you trying to charm coeds out of their panties?”
“Well first of all, he’s nowhere near as good looking,” Dean answered with a grin. “And I dunno, he just…he’s real smart. Like, scary smart.”
Shannon wrinkled her nose. “So he’s a nerd?”
“Well yeah, but he’s not so bad… he’s at school, at Stanford.”
“Yup, he’s a nerd,” Shannon chirped, nibbling on a peanut butter cookie.
“Whatever. Kinda emo too, but nowhere near as bad as Preston or whatever.”
“Boone,” she said haughtily.
“Who in the hell names their kid that!?”
Shannon shrugged. “His drunken, and by drunken I mean almost comatose, mother?”
“Rich people,” he mumbled. “Anyway, your boy may have Sammy beat in the angst department but he definitely has the better emo kid haircut.”
Shannon snorted. “Doubtful. Boone looks like a reject who couldn’t get into The Cure.” Dean smirked and pulled out his wallet, flashing her a picture. Her eyes widened as she choked on some crumbs. “Oh wow, Dean… I think you actually win that round.”
He leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head, triumphant smirk still in place. “That’s what I thought.”
Fandom: Lost/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Shannon (Yeah, you read right), some chit chat about Boone/Shannon and Sammy
Rating: PG-13
He watched her gingerly shake a sugar packet before dumping it into her coffee. In fact, he watched her for five minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore and put a hand over hers. “Christ, Shannon, what the hell are you trying to do, go into a coma? My teeth are starting to hurt.”
She rolled her eyes, crossing those impossibly long legs of hers and making her already insanely short skirt hike up just a few more inches. “Whose coffee is it, Dean?” she says coolly, blowing on it before taking a sip. Apparently the small mountain she’s plopped in wasn’t enough already, because she added some more before looking back up and adding: “Besides, you’re forgetting that I’m the one footing the bill here.”
Dean smiled sweetly. “Really, that’s funny princess, because I could’ve sworn that was daddy.”
“Fuck you.”
“Already have, and I wasn’t exactly blown away.”
She laughed. “Shut up!”
“I wasn’t. Besides, your brother wasn’t exactly thrilled when he caught me with my hands under baby sis‘s skirt.”
“He’s Boone,” she said dryly, as if that explained everything. “And besides, he’s not my brother,” she added, taking another sip.
“Wish I could say that about mine.”
“I didn’t know you had one.”
“Who, Sammy?” Dean smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah he’s around your age. He’s basically a chick with a testosterone problem.”
“Oh, so he’s gay?”
“What!? No! At least I hope not.” Dean shuddered. “He does own a Clay Aiken CD so that brought up some unanswered questions but otherwise-”
“So what’s he like?” she cut in. “He some hot young stud like you trying to charm coeds out of their panties?”
“Well first of all, he’s nowhere near as good looking,” Dean answered with a grin. “And I dunno, he just…he’s real smart. Like, scary smart.”
Shannon wrinkled her nose. “So he’s a nerd?”
“Well yeah, but he’s not so bad… he’s at school, at Stanford.”
“Yup, he’s a nerd,” Shannon chirped, nibbling on a peanut butter cookie.
“Whatever. Kinda emo too, but nowhere near as bad as Preston or whatever.”
“Boone,” she said haughtily.
“Who in the hell names their kid that!?”
Shannon shrugged. “His drunken, and by drunken I mean almost comatose, mother?”
“Rich people,” he mumbled. “Anyway, your boy may have Sammy beat in the angst department but he definitely has the better emo kid haircut.”
Shannon snorted. “Doubtful. Boone looks like a reject who couldn’t get into The Cure.” Dean smirked and pulled out his wallet, flashing her a picture. Her eyes widened as she choked on some crumbs. “Oh wow, Dean… I think you actually win that round.”
He leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head, triumphant smirk still in place. “That’s what I thought.”