"you're bossy. and you're short."
yeah, i'm unnaturally obsessed with Supernatural lately. ^O^ drunk!sam was pretty funny... and yet still angsty. (also, among my group of friends, Jagermeister is a girl's drink... SAM *cough*. haha.) anyway, dean is still the most adorable of all adorables. *siiiiiiiiigh*
anyway, i was thinking that, while i love this series, i kind of wish they had a few more funny episodes like "Hell House". i dunno... something to lighten the mood sometimes. what do you think? it's a little heavy. haha. i mean, i know it's supposed to *be* heavy, but you'd think that two brothers traveling together would have a little bit more random funny moments. maybe i'm only thinking this because i feel like ficcing, but i'm too lazy to fic something dark and heavy. ^O^;;; i guess i could only do "random snapshots" of Supernatural fic. *sigh*
and therefore, i present the following ridiculous shortshort drabble (inserted into "Playthings", s2e11, lines from the episode are italicized) (and, i don't remember exactly what happened, so forgive me if some of the lines or descriptions are a little different from the ep. ^_~):
Another city, another hotel. Well, a haunted hotel, which wasn't so much an "another" as the Winchester brothers hadn't stayed in a lot of haunted hotels before. It wasn't exactly something that was on their "must do before i turn 30" list, but it was a job and they had to do what they had to do.
Dean unlocked their room and threw his duffel onto the first bed. He was still choked about the "antiquing" comment from the lady at the front desk and then the bell...geezer.
"Why do these people assume we're gay?"
He'd meant for it to be a rhetorical question but Sam was apparently feeling a little smart-ass-y today.
"Well," he replied, "you are kind of butch. They probably think you're overcompensating."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Right... It has nothing to do with you, Nancy."
Sam glared at his older brother.
"All I'm saying is that if I hear other 'antiquing' or 'two queens' joke, you're getting a haircut."
Sam checked his hair in the mirror.
"What's wrong with my hair?"
Dean had so many answers to that question that he was actually struck speechless for a moment.
"Besides, if it bothers you so much, we can always get separate rooms next time."
"Oh, sure," said Dean, as he pulled out the file Ellen had given them on the hotel, "then it'd be all porn all the time and I'd never be able to get you out of your room." He thumbed through the file for a second, checking a couple facts, before speaking again: "And I'm not paying for your pay-per-view addiction with my hard-earned money."
Sam was torn between denying his addiction, or rather, denying that he had an addiction, and arguing that credit card fraud wasn't hard enough to allow Dean to use the phrase "hard-earned money." But Dean was already walking out the door and the moment for a snappy comeback had been lost.
//end
(sorry, i call all sissy boys "nancy" (maybe from the term 'nancyboy'... or "susan". i apologize to any girls named Nancy or Susan on my flist.)
anyway, i was thinking that, while i love this series, i kind of wish they had a few more funny episodes like "Hell House". i dunno... something to lighten the mood sometimes. what do you think? it's a little heavy. haha. i mean, i know it's supposed to *be* heavy, but you'd think that two brothers traveling together would have a little bit more random funny moments. maybe i'm only thinking this because i feel like ficcing, but i'm too lazy to fic something dark and heavy. ^O^;;; i guess i could only do "random snapshots" of Supernatural fic. *sigh*
and therefore, i present the following ridiculous shortshort drabble (inserted into "Playthings", s2e11, lines from the episode are italicized) (and, i don't remember exactly what happened, so forgive me if some of the lines or descriptions are a little different from the ep. ^_~):
Another city, another hotel. Well, a haunted hotel, which wasn't so much an "another" as the Winchester brothers hadn't stayed in a lot of haunted hotels before. It wasn't exactly something that was on their "must do before i turn 30" list, but it was a job and they had to do what they had to do.
Dean unlocked their room and threw his duffel onto the first bed. He was still choked about the "antiquing" comment from the lady at the front desk and then the bell...geezer.
"Why do these people assume we're gay?"
He'd meant for it to be a rhetorical question but Sam was apparently feeling a little smart-ass-y today.
"Well," he replied, "you are kind of butch. They probably think you're overcompensating."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Right... It has nothing to do with you, Nancy."
Sam glared at his older brother.
"All I'm saying is that if I hear other 'antiquing' or 'two queens' joke, you're getting a haircut."
Sam checked his hair in the mirror.
"What's wrong with my hair?"
Dean had so many answers to that question that he was actually struck speechless for a moment.
"Besides, if it bothers you so much, we can always get separate rooms next time."
"Oh, sure," said Dean, as he pulled out the file Ellen had given them on the hotel, "then it'd be all porn all the time and I'd never be able to get you out of your room." He thumbed through the file for a second, checking a couple facts, before speaking again: "And I'm not paying for your pay-per-view addiction with my hard-earned money."
Sam was torn between denying his addiction, or rather, denying that he had an addiction, and arguing that credit card fraud wasn't hard enough to allow Dean to use the phrase "hard-earned money." But Dean was already walking out the door and the moment for a snappy comeback had been lost.
//end
(sorry, i call all sissy boys "nancy" (maybe from the term 'nancyboy'... or "susan". i apologize to any girls named Nancy or Susan on my flist.)