Black and Blue
Title: Black and Blue
Summary: From a prompt at an ohsam comment-fic meme by madebyme_x. Sam gets a tattoo. John disapproves.
Characters: Sam, Dean, John.
Disclaimer: Pretty please, Kripke?
Warnings: Mild language. Extremely uncreative title.
Word Count: 566
From the transcript of ep 10.09, “The Things They Left Behind”:
SAM: He had this thing about New York, right? Too big, too loud, too dirty.
DEAN: Yeah, and he hated the Yankees.
SAM: Big time.
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“You’re getting it removed,” John’s voice, sounding deadly, rumbles. “And you’re finding the money to pay to get it removed.”
It’s a familiar scene: Sam and their dad at odds again. But this time, Dean’s not afraid to admit, is about a hundred times more hilarious. A shirtless Sam stands in the center of the living room. The shirtless part isn’t the hilarious part - or even an unusual part. What is absolutely fucking priceless is what Sam came home with emblazoned on his chest.
“I’m 18,” Sam says confidently. “I paid for it, and it’s my body, so I’m keeping it.”
“I’m your father, and I say you’re not. If that - that thing isn’t off your chest in a week, I will take it off you myself. Do you understand me?”
“I understand you, but consider this: screw you.”
Dean’s eyes go wide and he covers a grin with his hand just a second too late. Sam makes brief eye contact with him and winks. Dean groans and shakes his head, knowing Sam’s about to get his ass handed to him.
John’s face is a shade of red Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. For a second, his jaw hangs open. Dean is suddenly reminded of a goldfish.
“Your room,” he manages. “Now.”
Sam smirks and he - he goddamn waltzes to his room. When he’s gone, Dean watches as his dad turns his eyes to the ceiling and mouth something indecipherable.
After a second, he turns to Dean. “What the hell?”
Dean shrugs.
“Go take his books. And his phone,” John tells him. He rubs a hand over his eyes, heaving out a sigh. “What the hell?”
Dean takes this as his cue to leave and ducks into Sam’s room where the little idiot is laying on his bed, a book already propped up on his knees. He glances over at Dean before returning to his book.
“You did a goddamn stupid thing,” Dean says, trying for stern. But all Sam has to do is raise his eyebrows and Dean knows his brother can hear the grin in his voice.
“It is my body, Dean. And I paid for it.”
“Well, you’re not done paying for it yet,” Dean tells him, snatching the book out of his hands. Sam frowns. “Dad says no books or phone for you. And God knows what else he’s gonna do, ‘cause you’re not getting outta this without getting your ass kicked seven ways to Sunday.”
“It’s my body,” Sam repeats grumpily. “Screw him.”
“How’d you pay for it, anyway?” Dean asks as he gathers his brother’s books from around the room. “Tattoos are expensive as shit.”
“Working the street corners.”
“Real goddamn funny.”
“How’d you know tattoos cost so much, anyway?”
Dean grins. “Tip for your next one: don’t get it somewhere Dad’ll ever see.”
Sam’s face is a mix of disgust and awe. “Can I see?”
“Hell no.” Dean grabs the last book (And Then There Were None, freaking geek) and straightens up. He casts one last glance at Sam. “Besides, I can promise you yours is worse than mine.”
“Probably,” Sam admits. He rolls off his bed and walks over to the mirror, examining his reflection. “Worth it, though, just for the look on Dad’s face.”
“Yeah, well, next time you want attention from Dad, don’t tattoo ‘Go Yankees‘ on your fuckin’ chest, idiot.”
Summary: From a prompt at an ohsam comment-fic meme by madebyme_x. Sam gets a tattoo. John disapproves.
Characters: Sam, Dean, John.
Disclaimer: Pretty please, Kripke?
Warnings: Mild language. Extremely uncreative title.
Word Count: 566
From the transcript of ep 10.09, “The Things They Left Behind”:
SAM: He had this thing about New York, right? Too big, too loud, too dirty.
DEAN: Yeah, and he hated the Yankees.
SAM: Big time.
-
“You’re getting it removed,” John’s voice, sounding deadly, rumbles. “And you’re finding the money to pay to get it removed.”
It’s a familiar scene: Sam and their dad at odds again. But this time, Dean’s not afraid to admit, is about a hundred times more hilarious. A shirtless Sam stands in the center of the living room. The shirtless part isn’t the hilarious part - or even an unusual part. What is absolutely fucking priceless is what Sam came home with emblazoned on his chest.
“I’m 18,” Sam says confidently. “I paid for it, and it’s my body, so I’m keeping it.”
“I’m your father, and I say you’re not. If that - that thing isn’t off your chest in a week, I will take it off you myself. Do you understand me?”
“I understand you, but consider this: screw you.”
Dean’s eyes go wide and he covers a grin with his hand just a second too late. Sam makes brief eye contact with him and winks. Dean groans and shakes his head, knowing Sam’s about to get his ass handed to him.
John’s face is a shade of red Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. For a second, his jaw hangs open. Dean is suddenly reminded of a goldfish.
“Your room,” he manages. “Now.”
Sam smirks and he - he goddamn waltzes to his room. When he’s gone, Dean watches as his dad turns his eyes to the ceiling and mouth something indecipherable.
After a second, he turns to Dean. “What the hell?”
Dean shrugs.
“Go take his books. And his phone,” John tells him. He rubs a hand over his eyes, heaving out a sigh. “What the hell?”
Dean takes this as his cue to leave and ducks into Sam’s room where the little idiot is laying on his bed, a book already propped up on his knees. He glances over at Dean before returning to his book.
“You did a goddamn stupid thing,” Dean says, trying for stern. But all Sam has to do is raise his eyebrows and Dean knows his brother can hear the grin in his voice.
“It is my body, Dean. And I paid for it.”
“Well, you’re not done paying for it yet,” Dean tells him, snatching the book out of his hands. Sam frowns. “Dad says no books or phone for you. And God knows what else he’s gonna do, ‘cause you’re not getting outta this without getting your ass kicked seven ways to Sunday.”
“It’s my body,” Sam repeats grumpily. “Screw him.”
“How’d you pay for it, anyway?” Dean asks as he gathers his brother’s books from around the room. “Tattoos are expensive as shit.”
“Working the street corners.”
“Real goddamn funny.”
“How’d you know tattoos cost so much, anyway?”
Dean grins. “Tip for your next one: don’t get it somewhere Dad’ll ever see.”
Sam’s face is a mix of disgust and awe. “Can I see?”
“Hell no.” Dean grabs the last book (And Then There Were None, freaking geek) and straightens up. He casts one last glance at Sam. “Besides, I can promise you yours is worse than mine.”
“Probably,” Sam admits. He rolls off his bed and walks over to the mirror, examining his reflection. “Worth it, though, just for the look on Dad’s face.”
“Yeah, well, next time you want attention from Dad, don’t tattoo ‘Go Yankees‘ on your fuckin’ chest, idiot.”