[FREEWRITING] little indulgences and then some;
[421 words] Freewriting/Challenge/Fic Request. SPN.
Notes: Something I know I promised coffeebased ages upon AGES ago. Any mistakes and clear missteps in terms of characterization are mine. I just wanted to play. Set sometime in the earlier seasons, completely, shamelessly AU.
Let's set the stage first.
Sonofa--. Dean Winchester winced, leaning back against the wall of junk that was one of the many in the... well, junkyard he was currently playing hide-and-seek in. His hands shook as he tied the frayed piece of rope that he'd managed to find. It was filthy and greasy and it was going to ruin his new jeans some, but he wasn't complaining. He'd handled worse before.
"Psssst. Dean!"
He looked over his shoulder and caught sight of Sam waving him over from behind what looked like the remains of an old Shelby. Finally securing the rope as a make-shift belt, he crept over as quickly and as quietly as he could to his younger brother, careful not to step on anything that might draw attention.
"What happened to your pants?"
"Shut up, Sammy." He grumbled, already scanning the area. It was too quiet. "Have you seen Dad?"
"Not yet. Dude, seriously -- what happened to your pants?"
He refused to sigh; instead he looked up at Sam and gave him a look that simply said 'We have bigger concerns at the moment.'
Not that it ever worked.
"Dean."
"Stupid giant magnet... thing got me okay." He muttered an oath under his breath and grabbed the younger man by the neck of his shirt and shoved him inside the Shelby just as the low, rumbling hum of the junkyard's magnetic crane crept closer, invading the quiet.
"You're joking, right?" Sam whispered beside him.
"Shut up. It hurt okay."
"So that's why your zipper, buckles and button are gone?"
"It's not funny okay, Sammy."
A snort. "Yeah? It kind of is from here."
He was about to smack his brother upside on the head when a new voice intruded saying: "Are you boys going to sit there all night? Because we're fighting a gremlin that's decided that crane is it's new plaything and you're hiding in a car."
Three hours and a number of miles later, Dean slipped into a new set of jeans and tossed the price tag into the trashbin on his way out. His father, his brother and the young auburn-haired woman who had apparently been at his father's side since before they'd met up for the job, were currently seated by one of the window tables while the pretty brunette waitress refilled their coffee.
He slipped in beside his brother and murmured a quiet "thank you for the new jeans," and focused instead on the plate of bacon and eggs that his father passed to him.
"You're welcome."
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To be continued (obviously).
Notes: Something I know I promised coffeebased ages upon AGES ago. Any mistakes and clear missteps in terms of characterization are mine. I just wanted to play. Set sometime in the earlier seasons, completely, shamelessly AU.
Let's set the stage first.
Sonofa--. Dean Winchester winced, leaning back against the wall of junk that was one of the many in the... well, junkyard he was currently playing hide-and-seek in. His hands shook as he tied the frayed piece of rope that he'd managed to find. It was filthy and greasy and it was going to ruin his new jeans some, but he wasn't complaining. He'd handled worse before.
"Psssst. Dean!"
He looked over his shoulder and caught sight of Sam waving him over from behind what looked like the remains of an old Shelby. Finally securing the rope as a make-shift belt, he crept over as quickly and as quietly as he could to his younger brother, careful not to step on anything that might draw attention.
"What happened to your pants?"
"Shut up, Sammy." He grumbled, already scanning the area. It was too quiet. "Have you seen Dad?"
"Not yet. Dude, seriously -- what happened to your pants?"
He refused to sigh; instead he looked up at Sam and gave him a look that simply said 'We have bigger concerns at the moment.'
Not that it ever worked.
"Dean."
"Stupid giant magnet... thing got me okay." He muttered an oath under his breath and grabbed the younger man by the neck of his shirt and shoved him inside the Shelby just as the low, rumbling hum of the junkyard's magnetic crane crept closer, invading the quiet.
"You're joking, right?" Sam whispered beside him.
"Shut up. It hurt okay."
"So that's why your zipper, buckles and button are gone?"
"It's not funny okay, Sammy."
A snort. "Yeah? It kind of is from here."
He was about to smack his brother upside on the head when a new voice intruded saying: "Are you boys going to sit there all night? Because we're fighting a gremlin that's decided that crane is it's new plaything and you're hiding in a car."
Three hours and a number of miles later, Dean slipped into a new set of jeans and tossed the price tag into the trashbin on his way out. His father, his brother and the young auburn-haired woman who had apparently been at his father's side since before they'd met up for the job, were currently seated by one of the window tables while the pretty brunette waitress refilled their coffee.
He slipped in beside his brother and murmured a quiet "thank you for the new jeans," and focused instead on the plate of bacon and eggs that his father passed to him.
"You're welcome."
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To be continued (obviously).