FILLED: Never Buy Yellow Shoes 2/2tversanApril 27 2011, 11:14:09 UTC
And that’s how he finds himself at gunpoint to an older man in a shabby little house down the river.
How they figured out who had left the shoes at Goodwill, that’s another story Dean wants to forget. Miraculously enough, they did. And here he is.
“I have nothing at value” The man says calmly.
“The shoes” Dean says and the man looks down at his old brown shoes.
“You want my shoes?”
Dean rolls his eyes. “The shoes. The freaking yellow shoes.”
The man looks confused for a moment, but then smiles a bit. “I don’t have them anymore”
“I know. How do you get them off?” Dean’s patience is running out.
“Oh.” The man looks at Dean. “You ask them”
“What?”
“You say, please pretty yellow shoes can you let go of my feet?”
Dean’s pretty sure Sam hasn’t tried that.
-oOo-
The smell when they burn the shoes is worse than anything they’ve ever smelled. And that’s saying something. But gone there are.
Dean looks over at Sam standing by the now dying fire. He’s much better now, nasty bruised feet, but at least he won’t loose them. “Dude. Two days?”
“C’mon Dean, can’t we just…forget about this?” Sam answers and tries to limp away, but falls.
“Oh no. No way” Dean answers, pulls Sam up and puts an arm around his shoulders, helping him walk to the car.
“If you ever hide anything like that again, I’ll kick your ass. Understood?”
Sam nods and looks down at the old brown shoes he’s wearing. Dean thinks he’ll wait a while before telling Sam it’s the old guy’s shoes. They’re not cursed though, Dean made sure of that.
They’re back at the car. Sam grimaces, closes his eyes and leans his head back. Dean sits down in the driver seat and starts the car when he realizes something.
“Two days. You actually went to bed wearing those things?”
Sam opens his eyes and sighs “Yeah, Dean. I didn’t want you to know okay.”
“Because they were yellow?”
“You already knew that. I just… didn’t want you to know they were cursed”
“Dude… they were yellow.”
“But they fit”
“You bought yellow shoes”
“I get it, I’ll never buy yellow shoes again” Sam says with an eye roll and closes his eyes again.
“Yeeeeellow” He says again, and this time he laughs.
And they drive of, both laughing and never ever buying yellow shoes again.
-end-
thanks to si_star_x who checked it for mistakes! Oh, and no offense to people with yellow shoes =)
Re: FILLED: Never Buy Yellow Shoes 2/2greeneyes_fanApril 27 2011, 23:20:59 UTC
Yellow shoes are indeed evil. And good point at the beginning, when you're an unusual size, anytime you find something that fits well, it seems like a prize.
How they figured out who had left the shoes at Goodwill, that’s another story Dean wants to forget. Miraculously enough, they did. And here he is.
“I have nothing at value” The man says calmly.
“The shoes” Dean says and the man looks down at his old brown shoes.
“You want my shoes?”
Dean rolls his eyes. “The shoes. The freaking yellow shoes.”
The man looks confused for a moment, but then smiles a bit. “I don’t have them anymore”
“I know. How do you get them off?” Dean’s patience is running out.
“Oh.” The man looks at Dean. “You ask them”
“What?”
“You say, please pretty yellow shoes can you let go of my feet?”
Dean’s pretty sure Sam hasn’t tried that.
-oOo-
The smell when they burn the shoes is worse than anything they’ve ever smelled. And that’s saying something.
But gone there are.
Dean looks over at Sam standing by the now dying fire. He’s much better now, nasty bruised feet, but at least he won’t loose them. “Dude. Two days?”
“C’mon Dean, can’t we just…forget about this?” Sam answers and tries to limp away, but falls.
“Oh no. No way” Dean answers, pulls Sam up and puts an arm around his shoulders, helping him walk to the car.
“If you ever hide anything like that again, I’ll kick your ass. Understood?”
Sam nods and looks down at the old brown shoes he’s wearing. Dean thinks he’ll wait a while before telling Sam it’s the old guy’s shoes. They’re not cursed though, Dean made sure of that.
They’re back at the car. Sam grimaces, closes his eyes and leans his head back.
Dean sits down in the driver seat and starts the car when he realizes something.
“Two days. You actually went to bed wearing those things?”
Sam opens his eyes and sighs “Yeah, Dean. I didn’t want you to know okay.”
“Because they were yellow?”
“You already knew that. I just… didn’t want you to know they were cursed”
“Dude… they were yellow.”
“But they fit”
“You bought yellow shoes”
“I get it, I’ll never buy yellow shoes again” Sam says with an eye roll and closes his eyes again.
“Yeeeeellow” He says again, and this time he laughs.
And they drive of, both laughing and never ever buying yellow shoes again.
-end-
thanks to si_star_x who checked it for mistakes!
Oh, and no offense to people with yellow shoes =)
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<3 This fic.
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Well, it was the 90's. Everything's forgiven then, I hope =P
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