Undies Thief - oneshot (30 minute challenge)
Title: Undies Thief - oneshot (30 minute challenge)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Beta: Unbeta’d - all mistakes are my own
Spoilers? Not really - a little for Hell House
Official Disclaimer here...
WARNING: This fic is a result of a little crack!fic 30 minute challenge. Zenamydog and I are in the same city hanging out, it’s Saturday night and we’ve had a few drinks so this is just a bit of fun :p
“Sam! This is not funny!” Dean pounded on the door to the bathroom where he could hear his brother’s singing over the sound of the shower.
“Sam! Don’t you even think about ignoring me. I will so come in there and kick your ass. I don’t even care that I’ll see entirely too much of you.” Dean fumed when he got no reply.
“Fuck this,” he murmured to himself. With a swift step back, Dean raised his foot and kicked open the flimsy bathroom door of their current motel room.
“What the fuck!” a startled Sam appeared around the shower curtain, shampoo streaming off his head. “Dean, what’s wrong?” he asked urgently, glancing over his brother’s shoulder as if expecting some kind of monster to be there.
“Oh no,” Deen seethed. “Don’t you even think about playing that innocent game with me Sammy-boy. I thought we declared a truce after Richardson, but it is so back on brother.”
A stormy look crossed Sam’s face. “You scared the crap out of me because you think I pulled a prank on you?” Sam asked, snapping the curtain across between them. “Dude, that is not cool.”
“You mean you didn’t take my stuff?” Dean asked suspiciously. The thought that Sam wasn’t responsible hadn’t even crossed his mind… It just seemed like such a brotherly prank to pull.
“What stuff?” came the garbled reply as Sam finished up his shower.
“My briefs,” Dean stated.
“Your briefs?” Sam parroted as he stuck his head around the shower curtain and gestured for Dean to pass him a towel.
“Yes Sam,” he snapped. “My briefs. You know, briefs, boxers, undies…”
“Dude, undies? What are you British now?” Sam laughed.
Dean growled and stormed into the main room. “This is not funny Sam, every last pair of mine are gone.” Dean began riffling through another duffle bag. “And apparently so are yours.”
Sam squeaked in indignation and came over to confirm his distinct lack of underwear. “Oh, my god,” Sam breathed.
“I know,” Dean whined. “It’s just wrong…”
“No Dean, I know what did this.” Dean raised a questioning eyebrow at his brother. “It’s the fairies. The one’s from last week. Remember that little one who said we’d pay for taking away their fun…that we’d loose something precious to us?”
“Yeah, but seriously Sam? Taking our briefs?”
Sam shrugged. “It does seem a little weird. I mean, I know we’ll have to go commando, but we can just hit Wal-Mart and buy some more.”
Dean sighed. “But mine were all broken in,” he complained.
Sam rolled his eyes and ignored his brother’s complaining as he pulled on his clothes, taking extra care when his zipped up his fly.
oooOOOooo
“Sam, this is ridiculous,” Dean growled. “We’ve tried everything.”
It was true. They’d tried to buy them that first day, only to find their credit card declined. So they’d tried to pay cash, but then that had somehow disappeared. Dean had even successfully stuffed a packet under his shirt and stolen some, only to find that the 5 pack had disappeared by the time he reached the Impala.
“I think it’s time you do what the fairies wanted… I mean, I don’t know about you, but I seriously don’t want any more chaffing - it’s just not right.”
“Why me?” complained Dean.
“Because you’re the once who closed their porthole. You’re the one they want to make it up to them.”
“Fine” snapped Dean. “But I swear to god, if you tell anyone about this…” Dean didn’t need to actually threaten anything. The look he was giving was enough.
oooOOOooo
So that’s how it was that Dean Winchester, hunter extraordinaire and all-round bad-ass, found himself having a tea-party with fairies. Complete with scones and cream.
Sam snickered as he stealthily snapped a picture with his cell. He was never letting Dean live this one down.
The End
AN: Phew! Who would have thought 30 minutes could fly past so quick?! Hope this made you laugh a little - drop me a comment and let me know how I did! :D ♥
Also, Check out my partner-in-crime's fic Loss of faith which is her contribution to our impromptu challenge.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Beta: Unbeta’d - all mistakes are my own
Spoilers? Not really - a little for Hell House
Official Disclaimer here...
WARNING: This fic is a result of a little crack!fic 30 minute challenge. Zenamydog and I are in the same city hanging out, it’s Saturday night and we’ve had a few drinks so this is just a bit of fun :p
“Sam! This is not funny!” Dean pounded on the door to the bathroom where he could hear his brother’s singing over the sound of the shower.
“Sam! Don’t you even think about ignoring me. I will so come in there and kick your ass. I don’t even care that I’ll see entirely too much of you.” Dean fumed when he got no reply.
“Fuck this,” he murmured to himself. With a swift step back, Dean raised his foot and kicked open the flimsy bathroom door of their current motel room.
“What the fuck!” a startled Sam appeared around the shower curtain, shampoo streaming off his head. “Dean, what’s wrong?” he asked urgently, glancing over his brother’s shoulder as if expecting some kind of monster to be there.
“Oh no,” Deen seethed. “Don’t you even think about playing that innocent game with me Sammy-boy. I thought we declared a truce after Richardson, but it is so back on brother.”
A stormy look crossed Sam’s face. “You scared the crap out of me because you think I pulled a prank on you?” Sam asked, snapping the curtain across between them. “Dude, that is not cool.”
“You mean you didn’t take my stuff?” Dean asked suspiciously. The thought that Sam wasn’t responsible hadn’t even crossed his mind… It just seemed like such a brotherly prank to pull.
“What stuff?” came the garbled reply as Sam finished up his shower.
“My briefs,” Dean stated.
“Your briefs?” Sam parroted as he stuck his head around the shower curtain and gestured for Dean to pass him a towel.
“Yes Sam,” he snapped. “My briefs. You know, briefs, boxers, undies…”
“Dude, undies? What are you British now?” Sam laughed.
Dean growled and stormed into the main room. “This is not funny Sam, every last pair of mine are gone.” Dean began riffling through another duffle bag. “And apparently so are yours.”
Sam squeaked in indignation and came over to confirm his distinct lack of underwear. “Oh, my god,” Sam breathed.
“I know,” Dean whined. “It’s just wrong…”
“No Dean, I know what did this.” Dean raised a questioning eyebrow at his brother. “It’s the fairies. The one’s from last week. Remember that little one who said we’d pay for taking away their fun…that we’d loose something precious to us?”
“Yeah, but seriously Sam? Taking our briefs?”
Sam shrugged. “It does seem a little weird. I mean, I know we’ll have to go commando, but we can just hit Wal-Mart and buy some more.”
Dean sighed. “But mine were all broken in,” he complained.
Sam rolled his eyes and ignored his brother’s complaining as he pulled on his clothes, taking extra care when his zipped up his fly.
oooOOOooo
“Sam, this is ridiculous,” Dean growled. “We’ve tried everything.”
It was true. They’d tried to buy them that first day, only to find their credit card declined. So they’d tried to pay cash, but then that had somehow disappeared. Dean had even successfully stuffed a packet under his shirt and stolen some, only to find that the 5 pack had disappeared by the time he reached the Impala.
“I think it’s time you do what the fairies wanted… I mean, I don’t know about you, but I seriously don’t want any more chaffing - it’s just not right.”
“Why me?” complained Dean.
“Because you’re the once who closed their porthole. You’re the one they want to make it up to them.”
“Fine” snapped Dean. “But I swear to god, if you tell anyone about this…” Dean didn’t need to actually threaten anything. The look he was giving was enough.
oooOOOooo
So that’s how it was that Dean Winchester, hunter extraordinaire and all-round bad-ass, found himself having a tea-party with fairies. Complete with scones and cream.
Sam snickered as he stealthily snapped a picture with his cell. He was never letting Dean live this one down.
The End
AN: Phew! Who would have thought 30 minutes could fly past so quick?! Hope this made you laugh a little - drop me a comment and let me know how I did! :D ♥
Also, Check out my partner-in-crime's fic Loss of faith which is her contribution to our impromptu challenge.