Conversation in Dark about...what? - Ficlet
I was being silly on email one day, and caraewell said that it would make a good ficlet, so here we are.
Co authors: caraewell and Me.
Title: Part of Cara’s ‘Conversations in the Dark’ Series
Rating: Pg-13. Honest.
Warnings: None.
Genre: Humor I hope!
Summary: Dialogue only piece, no specific time or place. Dean needs Sam’s help with something but he won’t admit it. See if you can guess what before the end (and it’s not dirty, honest…)
Disclaimers: I only wish they were mine
”I can't bear to watch you play with that any longer, lemme try.”
“No, I can do it.”
“Fine. Struggle.”
“Alright. Go ahead…”
“See? If we just work togeth-“
“Ow! Careful, Sam!”
“Move your head back then, Dean, so I can see!”
“Ow, dude, you’re pinching my skin!”
“Well, if you’d just keep still maybe I’d be able to do it. Stop fidgeting.”
“Stop cutting off my circulation…”
“I’m not cutting off your circulation.”
“Damned close…”
“It’s just too small to go in. The end needs to be bigger.”
“Make it bigger then.”
“I can’t just make it bigger; it’s fixed that length already. I need to pull this bit tighter.”
***
“You’re taking long enough.”
“I keep letting go of it; it’s too small to keep hold of.”
“It’s not too small. It’s exactly right, you’re just butter fingered.”
“Do you want my help or not? Why can’t you do this yourself?”
“Dude, I didn’t ask you to help. You took it upon yourself. Besides, I can’t grip it one handed.”
“Maybe if I hold this end with my teeth and pull on the other… There. Done.”
“Great. Looks good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I might have to get myself one of those stupid bracelets.”
“I bet I manage to tie it on you with a lot less fuss.”
Co authors: caraewell and Me.
Title: Part of Cara’s ‘Conversations in the Dark’ Series
Rating: Pg-13. Honest.
Warnings: None.
Genre: Humor I hope!
Summary: Dialogue only piece, no specific time or place. Dean needs Sam’s help with something but he won’t admit it. See if you can guess what before the end (and it’s not dirty, honest…)
Disclaimers: I only wish they were mine
”I can't bear to watch you play with that any longer, lemme try.”
“No, I can do it.”
“Fine. Struggle.”
“Alright. Go ahead…”
“See? If we just work togeth-“
“Ow! Careful, Sam!”
“Move your head back then, Dean, so I can see!”
“Ow, dude, you’re pinching my skin!”
“Well, if you’d just keep still maybe I’d be able to do it. Stop fidgeting.”
“Stop cutting off my circulation…”
“I’m not cutting off your circulation.”
“Damned close…”
“It’s just too small to go in. The end needs to be bigger.”
“Make it bigger then.”
“I can’t just make it bigger; it’s fixed that length already. I need to pull this bit tighter.”
***
“You’re taking long enough.”
“I keep letting go of it; it’s too small to keep hold of.”
“It’s not too small. It’s exactly right, you’re just butter fingered.”
“Do you want my help or not? Why can’t you do this yourself?”
“Dude, I didn’t ask you to help. You took it upon yourself. Besides, I can’t grip it one handed.”
“Maybe if I hold this end with my teeth and pull on the other… There. Done.”
“Great. Looks good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I might have to get myself one of those stupid bracelets.”
“I bet I manage to tie it on you with a lot less fuss.”