When Dean outlined his theory, Sam just started to cry again. And ok, he never had a sister before, but he knew how to deal with this. Telling Sam he was going to make a run to the store, he handed him the box of Kleenex that was sitting on the counter by the sink and said, “Just try to take it easy. We’re going to fix this, I swear. But just in case I can’t fix it before - well, you know, before you…anyway, I’m gonna go get some things you might need. Is there anything you want?”
“No”, Sam pouted.
“Wait, yes. A bag of those chocolate-covered pretzels, the kind in the blue bag. Not the white bag, the blue one. And some popsicles. And a magazine. (Dean hadn’t seen Sam read a magazine…well, ever) Oh, and an iced coffee. A big one.”
Dean signed and grabbed his keys. He walked confidently through the Walgreen’s and threw Sam’s requests into a basket, along with some chemical heat packs, a bottle of Midol, some water with added vitamins and…okay, this was the hard part. He passed by the tampons with a full-body shudder and plucked a box of pads from the shelf, hoping like hell they wouldn’t be needed.
Returning to the motel room, he found Sam curled into a ball under the covers in giant sweats and a t-shirt, watching a movie about a woman whose child had been kidnapped by her evil ex-husband, little Lifetime logo clear at the bottom of the television screen.
With deliberate care, he sat down and moved Sam into a sitting position. Using an ace bandage from their med-kit, he wrapped Sam’s boobs to try and relieve some of the pressure. Then, he got him to swallow a couple of Midol and broke the chemical pack, pressing it against Sam’s stomach and holding it in place with the elastic waistband of his pants. He kept the pads hidden.
As Sam sucked on his coffee drink and shoveled chocolate-covered pretzels into his mouth, he offered up a wary smile. “Thanks, Dean.”
“No sweat, Samantha”, Dean replied with a wary smile of his own. “Just try to relax for now. Can I do anything else for you?”
Looking a little embarrassed, Sam replied, “Watch the movie with me?” as he pulled back the covers and scooted over to make room for Dean next to him.
All right, whatever it took to get Sam through this day, Dean was going to do it. But tonight, that witch was going down. If he had to actually hand those pads over to Sam, there was probably going to be some kind of nuclear meltdown on both their parts. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge Sam’s lack of his usual equipment. It was probably the scariest part of this whole thing.
For now, Dean just got under the covers and didn’t try to steal any of Sam’s snacks as he caught up on the story of this poor woman’s quest for justice. He was going to get his own brand of justice later when he found that damn witch.
Brilliant! I loved it!. ♥ I'm adding that to my mems. That was a brilliant fill. I laughed my arse off during it but Dean is awesome anytime, especially when Sam is hurt. Oh thank you for filling my prompt. This was Epic. ☺
I'm thrilled that you liked it. I've never tackled a "one of them turns into a girl" story before, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Glad it turned out good :)
Hahahahaha I read this when you posted it and just re-read it. Still hilarious. Oh, those witches! Dean's going to make that one pay for messing with his Samantha. And Sam dealing with that brand of hurt for the first time was too funny and realistic (well, a realistic reaction for a guy to have, at least). Dean's a good boy to sit through a Lifetime channel movie with him; even I wouldn't do that. LOL
When Dean outlined his theory, Sam just started to cry again. And ok, he never had a sister before, but he knew how to deal with this. Telling Sam he was going to make a run to the store, he handed him the box of Kleenex that was sitting on the counter by the sink and said, “Just try to take it easy. We’re going to fix this, I swear. But just in case I can’t fix it before - well, you know, before you…anyway, I’m gonna go get some things you might need. Is there anything you want?”
“No”, Sam pouted.
“Wait, yes. A bag of those chocolate-covered pretzels, the kind in the blue bag. Not the white bag, the blue one. And some popsicles. And a magazine. (Dean hadn’t seen Sam read a magazine…well, ever) Oh, and an iced coffee. A big one.”
Dean signed and grabbed his keys. He walked confidently through the Walgreen’s and threw Sam’s requests into a basket, along with some chemical heat packs, a bottle of Midol, some water with added vitamins and…okay, this was the hard part. He passed by the tampons with a full-body shudder and plucked a box of pads from the shelf, hoping like hell they wouldn’t be needed.
Returning to the motel room, he found Sam curled into a ball under the covers in giant sweats and a t-shirt, watching a movie about a woman whose child had been kidnapped by her evil ex-husband, little Lifetime logo clear at the bottom of the television screen.
With deliberate care, he sat down and moved Sam into a sitting position. Using an ace bandage from their med-kit, he wrapped Sam’s boobs to try and relieve some of the pressure. Then, he got him to swallow a couple of Midol and broke the chemical pack, pressing it against Sam’s stomach and holding it in place with the elastic waistband of his pants. He kept the pads hidden.
As Sam sucked on his coffee drink and shoveled chocolate-covered pretzels into his mouth, he offered up a wary smile. “Thanks, Dean.”
“No sweat, Samantha”, Dean replied with a wary smile of his own. “Just try to relax for now. Can I do anything else for you?”
Looking a little embarrassed, Sam replied, “Watch the movie with me?” as he pulled back the covers and scooted over to make room for Dean next to him.
All right, whatever it took to get Sam through this day, Dean was going to do it. But tonight, that witch was going down. If he had to actually hand those pads over to Sam, there was probably going to be some kind of nuclear meltdown on both their parts. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge Sam’s lack of his usual equipment. It was probably the scariest part of this whole thing.
For now, Dean just got under the covers and didn’t try to steal any of Sam’s snacks as he caught up on the story of this poor woman’s quest for justice. He was going to get his own brand of justice later when he found that damn witch.
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