Team YEK: Another Five Dean Builds Furniture Drabbles
Title: Dean Builds Furniture (Part 3)
Rating: PG
Author: mandraco
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. I didn't invent these characters or settings. I just glued them together.
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 5x100
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam
Spoilers: Up to 8x13.
Author's Note: These are dedicated to sameuspegasus because she's awesome and also, she gave me ideas. The first drabble is here: D.I.Y. Furniture A-Z. The next drabbles are here.
Dean And Sam Develop New Skills
Dean didn't pay much attention to his brother when he was in the zone. He was too busy buying chisels and knives, and reading up on woodcarving to notice that Sam had collected a few things on their last hunting trip. Sam spent a long time positioning them in his new cabinet, turning them in minute increments then walking over to the other side of the room to observe them.
Dean finished his easy chair, then walked over to the other side of his workroom to check it out from another angle. It was definitely his favourite piece so far.
Dean Measures While Sam Ponders
Sam was unusually involved in the design phase of Dean's next project. As involved as he could be without Dean telling him what it was, anyway. Sam had seen him measuring the wall in the break room adjacent to the library but he didn't know what Dean intended to put there. Alphabetically, it could only begin with an E or an F. With all the blanks he was drawing, Sam was glad they weren't playing Scattergories.
It turned out to be an "entertainment centre". That wasn't even a piece of furniture. But the new flat screen did have its appeal.
Sam Goes Shopping
Sam found himself shopping more often. There were basically no shops in Lebanon proper, but there were no hunts either, so there was always somewhere to stop on the way back to the bunker. Sam's display cabinet was soon full, the entertainment centre was well stocked, but the aquarium stand that started the whole thing was still empty.
Dean didn't comment when Sam brought in a fish tank. He didn't notice when Sam filled it with wood shavings. He did notice when something in the tank started squeaking at him.
"Gerbils, Sam?"
"What? They're easier to look after than snakes."
Dean Apologises
Dean made Sam get rid of the gerbils. Dean tried to make it up to him with a footstool. Sam was unimpressed.
The four-poster bed was awesome even if Sam didn't admit it, but the bed didn't even fit inside his room; it had to be a joke.
The futon was nice and appropriately Sam-sized, but Sam just didn't need a futon.
"If you really wanted to make it up to me, you'd build something that didn't start with an F."
Sam wanted to be upset when the dollhouse appeared, but the tiny wooden Sam and Dean were too adorable.
Sam Worries Again
Sam started to worry about his brother again when he got out a welding torch. There were a lot of sparks and Sam was pretty sure Dean wasn't wearing the right sort of helmet for that. Or the right kind of gloves. Hell, the right kind of anything.
"It's fine, Sammy, the book spells out everything."
"Uh-huh," said Sam. "What are you making, anyway?"
"Garden furniture."
"We don't have a garden. This bunker is underground."
"Then I guess you'd better get busy, Sammy."
Dean often expected miracles from his brother, but this one really took the cake.
On second thought...
Rating: PG
Author: mandraco
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. I didn't invent these characters or settings. I just glued them together.
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 5x100
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam
Spoilers: Up to 8x13.
Author's Note: These are dedicated to sameuspegasus because she's awesome and also, she gave me ideas. The first drabble is here: D.I.Y. Furniture A-Z. The next drabbles are here.
Dean And Sam Develop New Skills
Dean didn't pay much attention to his brother when he was in the zone. He was too busy buying chisels and knives, and reading up on woodcarving to notice that Sam had collected a few things on their last hunting trip. Sam spent a long time positioning them in his new cabinet, turning them in minute increments then walking over to the other side of the room to observe them.
Dean finished his easy chair, then walked over to the other side of his workroom to check it out from another angle. It was definitely his favourite piece so far.
Dean Measures While Sam Ponders
Sam was unusually involved in the design phase of Dean's next project. As involved as he could be without Dean telling him what it was, anyway. Sam had seen him measuring the wall in the break room adjacent to the library but he didn't know what Dean intended to put there. Alphabetically, it could only begin with an E or an F. With all the blanks he was drawing, Sam was glad they weren't playing Scattergories.
It turned out to be an "entertainment centre". That wasn't even a piece of furniture. But the new flat screen did have its appeal.
Sam Goes Shopping
Sam found himself shopping more often. There were basically no shops in Lebanon proper, but there were no hunts either, so there was always somewhere to stop on the way back to the bunker. Sam's display cabinet was soon full, the entertainment centre was well stocked, but the aquarium stand that started the whole thing was still empty.
Dean didn't comment when Sam brought in a fish tank. He didn't notice when Sam filled it with wood shavings. He did notice when something in the tank started squeaking at him.
"Gerbils, Sam?"
"What? They're easier to look after than snakes."
Dean Apologises
Dean made Sam get rid of the gerbils. Dean tried to make it up to him with a footstool. Sam was unimpressed.
The four-poster bed was awesome even if Sam didn't admit it, but the bed didn't even fit inside his room; it had to be a joke.
The futon was nice and appropriately Sam-sized, but Sam just didn't need a futon.
"If you really wanted to make it up to me, you'd build something that didn't start with an F."
Sam wanted to be upset when the dollhouse appeared, but the tiny wooden Sam and Dean were too adorable.
Sam Worries Again
Sam started to worry about his brother again when he got out a welding torch. There were a lot of sparks and Sam was pretty sure Dean wasn't wearing the right sort of helmet for that. Or the right kind of gloves. Hell, the right kind of anything.
"It's fine, Sammy, the book spells out everything."
"Uh-huh," said Sam. "What are you making, anyway?"
"Garden furniture."
"We don't have a garden. This bunker is underground."
"Then I guess you'd better get busy, Sammy."
Dean often expected miracles from his brother, but this one really took the cake.
On second thought...