SPN Drabble
Ignore it if you want, for some reason unknown to me, I can't do a god forsaken LJ cut in any other fucking community today. So I'm posting it here to link it where I WANTED to fuckin' post it.
“Happy Birthday Dean.” John said, clapping a hand on his oldest son’s shoulder. “21…you’re legal!”
Dean snorted at his father. “Like that really matters? I’ve been doing the “legal” thing for years now.”
“Yeah, but now you’re official.” John replied.
“I guess.” Dean shrugged and glanced over at his younger brother Sam, who was poking pitifully at his slice of birthday cake.
“So, I’ve still got to give you your present son.” John said, breaking Dean out of his stupor.
“Oh…I wasn’t expecting…Dad…you didn’t need to get me anything.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s not every day a man turns 21! It’s special.” He reached forward and deposited a small box wrapped in blue paper in front of him.
“Th-thanks Dad.” Dean fumbled with the package, not wanting to open it right away. It had been years since he’d had anything to unwrap and he wanted to savor it if he could. After a few minutes he began to slowly tear the paper off the box. Sam and his father watched expectantly as Dean removed the lid and peered inside.
He blinked. After staring into the box for longer than necessary, he gingerly pulled out the contents. It was a car key, but not just to any car. Dean knew the key well. He looked up at his father, almost in disbelief.
“D-Dad…”he gasped. “Y-you…you can’t be serious?”
John beamed.
“If I wasn’t seriously I wouldn’t have given you the key. The Impala is yours now Dean, take care of her.”
He grasped the key tightly in his hand. “Of course…I love that car…thank you Dad…th-thank you so much.”
“Why don’t you take your brother and go for a spin?”
Sam looked up from his uneaten cake.
“Yeah, okay, c’mon Sammy, we could go pick up some chicks.” Dean said, grinning.
Sam gave his brother a look, but got up from the table.
“I can actually sit shotgun for once?”
“Yep.”
“Okay!” Sam placed his plate in the sink and ran to get a jacket.
“Be back by midnight Dean. And watch out for him, don’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do.” John said.
“I know Dad. I will.” Dean assured, pulling his own jacket off the back of his chair and shrugging it on. “Hey Dad?”
“Hm?”
“If you’re giving me the Impala…what are you gonna drive?”
John smirked. “Bobby’s found me something real nice. He’s bringing it down this weekend.”
Dean nodded and Sam soon remerged with a coat.
“Ready Sammy?” he asked, making his way to the door.
“Yeah….” Sam said, following his brother.
“Be safe you two.” John ordered.
“Yes sir.” The boys said in unison as they walked out the door.
As Dean approached the Impala, he felt a surge of pride coarse through him. The old Chevy was now his. He never imagined actually owning it before, and now the fact that he did made him happier then he’d been in years. He strode over to the driver’s side and pulled open the door, smiling at the rusty squeak it made. That was his rusty squeak. He slid into the seat and ran his hands over the steering wheel lovingly, breathing in the scent of the car.
Sam had gotten in himself as Dean was admiring the interior leather of the seats. “Dude, you’re acting like you’ve never been in here before.” Sam said, rolling his eyes at him.
“I’ve never been in it as its owner!” he replied, defending himself.
Sam snorted. “You’re like…auto erotic.”
“What!? Am not!”
“You totally are dude.” Sam taunted, laughing at him.
“Dude, I do not get turned on by cars!”
“Okaaay, if you say so.”
“Hey, if I’m auto erotic then you’re…book erotic. Or something. Geek boy.”
“Just drive somewhere man, I don’t want to sit here next to you if you start caressing the stick shift.”
Dean jammed the key into the ignition and turned it violently, channeling his irritance with it, feeling it diminish as the engine roared to life.
“WOOOOOOOO BABY!” he yelled, shifting the car into reverse and ramming his foot on the gas, shooting out of the driveway. He slammed the break, flipped it into drive and floored it, peeling out as he made his way down the street. Dean rolled down his and Sam’s windows, enjoying the breeze playing upon his face as he reached down to turn on the radio.
“Dean, slow down will you?” Sam cried, gripping the “oh shit” handle so tightly his knuckles were white.
“Sorry man, can’t…I’m so turned on right now…”
“You’re such a jerk!” Sam shouted.
“Damn right I am, bitch!”
Dean turned up the volume of the song on the radio and hung his arm out the window, drumming his fingers on the door as he drove. He eventually slowed as they reached the main road.
“So what’dya say Sammy? Wanna find some babes?”
“I can’t believe you’re 21. I’m 17 and more mature than you.” Sam said.
“So is that a no?”
“Dean, no I don’t want to go find some random girls!”
“Gah, you gotta learn to let loose man, have some fun!”
“Sorry I don’t find casual sex fun.”
“Pfft, well, we can’t go to a bar ‘cause you’re too young…what would you rather do? Chill out in Barnes and Noble?” he teased.
“Dean, if you’re gonna be an asshole just take me back.”
He reached a stoplight and turned to face his brother.
“I’m sorry Sam…I didn’t mean it like that…I was just kidding. You started it remember? Don’t be mad at me…not on my birthday…”
Sam sighed and smiled lightly.
“I know…and yeah…I did start it. I’m not mad at you Dean. We…we can go look for chicks if you want…like you said, it is your birthday.”
“Heheh, I love you Sammyyyy.” Dean said over zealously.
“Yeah yeah.” he grinned.
“Happy Birthday Dean.” John said, clapping a hand on his oldest son’s shoulder. “21…you’re legal!”
Dean snorted at his father. “Like that really matters? I’ve been doing the “legal” thing for years now.”
“Yeah, but now you’re official.” John replied.
“I guess.” Dean shrugged and glanced over at his younger brother Sam, who was poking pitifully at his slice of birthday cake.
“So, I’ve still got to give you your present son.” John said, breaking Dean out of his stupor.
“Oh…I wasn’t expecting…Dad…you didn’t need to get me anything.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s not every day a man turns 21! It’s special.” He reached forward and deposited a small box wrapped in blue paper in front of him.
“Th-thanks Dad.” Dean fumbled with the package, not wanting to open it right away. It had been years since he’d had anything to unwrap and he wanted to savor it if he could. After a few minutes he began to slowly tear the paper off the box. Sam and his father watched expectantly as Dean removed the lid and peered inside.
He blinked. After staring into the box for longer than necessary, he gingerly pulled out the contents. It was a car key, but not just to any car. Dean knew the key well. He looked up at his father, almost in disbelief.
“D-Dad…”he gasped. “Y-you…you can’t be serious?”
John beamed.
“If I wasn’t seriously I wouldn’t have given you the key. The Impala is yours now Dean, take care of her.”
He grasped the key tightly in his hand. “Of course…I love that car…thank you Dad…th-thank you so much.”
“Why don’t you take your brother and go for a spin?”
Sam looked up from his uneaten cake.
“Yeah, okay, c’mon Sammy, we could go pick up some chicks.” Dean said, grinning.
Sam gave his brother a look, but got up from the table.
“I can actually sit shotgun for once?”
“Yep.”
“Okay!” Sam placed his plate in the sink and ran to get a jacket.
“Be back by midnight Dean. And watch out for him, don’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do.” John said.
“I know Dad. I will.” Dean assured, pulling his own jacket off the back of his chair and shrugging it on. “Hey Dad?”
“Hm?”
“If you’re giving me the Impala…what are you gonna drive?”
John smirked. “Bobby’s found me something real nice. He’s bringing it down this weekend.”
Dean nodded and Sam soon remerged with a coat.
“Ready Sammy?” he asked, making his way to the door.
“Yeah….” Sam said, following his brother.
“Be safe you two.” John ordered.
“Yes sir.” The boys said in unison as they walked out the door.
As Dean approached the Impala, he felt a surge of pride coarse through him. The old Chevy was now his. He never imagined actually owning it before, and now the fact that he did made him happier then he’d been in years. He strode over to the driver’s side and pulled open the door, smiling at the rusty squeak it made. That was his rusty squeak. He slid into the seat and ran his hands over the steering wheel lovingly, breathing in the scent of the car.
Sam had gotten in himself as Dean was admiring the interior leather of the seats. “Dude, you’re acting like you’ve never been in here before.” Sam said, rolling his eyes at him.
“I’ve never been in it as its owner!” he replied, defending himself.
Sam snorted. “You’re like…auto erotic.”
“What!? Am not!”
“You totally are dude.” Sam taunted, laughing at him.
“Dude, I do not get turned on by cars!”
“Okaaay, if you say so.”
“Hey, if I’m auto erotic then you’re…book erotic. Or something. Geek boy.”
“Just drive somewhere man, I don’t want to sit here next to you if you start caressing the stick shift.”
Dean jammed the key into the ignition and turned it violently, channeling his irritance with it, feeling it diminish as the engine roared to life.
“WOOOOOOOO BABY!” he yelled, shifting the car into reverse and ramming his foot on the gas, shooting out of the driveway. He slammed the break, flipped it into drive and floored it, peeling out as he made his way down the street. Dean rolled down his and Sam’s windows, enjoying the breeze playing upon his face as he reached down to turn on the radio.
“Dean, slow down will you?” Sam cried, gripping the “oh shit” handle so tightly his knuckles were white.
“Sorry man, can’t…I’m so turned on right now…”
“You’re such a jerk!” Sam shouted.
“Damn right I am, bitch!”
Dean turned up the volume of the song on the radio and hung his arm out the window, drumming his fingers on the door as he drove. He eventually slowed as they reached the main road.
“So what’dya say Sammy? Wanna find some babes?”
“I can’t believe you’re 21. I’m 17 and more mature than you.” Sam said.
“So is that a no?”
“Dean, no I don’t want to go find some random girls!”
“Gah, you gotta learn to let loose man, have some fun!”
“Sorry I don’t find casual sex fun.”
“Pfft, well, we can’t go to a bar ‘cause you’re too young…what would you rather do? Chill out in Barnes and Noble?” he teased.
“Dean, if you’re gonna be an asshole just take me back.”
He reached a stoplight and turned to face his brother.
“I’m sorry Sam…I didn’t mean it like that…I was just kidding. You started it remember? Don’t be mad at me…not on my birthday…”
Sam sighed and smiled lightly.
“I know…and yeah…I did start it. I’m not mad at you Dean. We…we can go look for chicks if you want…like you said, it is your birthday.”
“Heheh, I love you Sammyyyy.” Dean said over zealously.
“Yeah yeah.” he grinned.