Team YEK: More drabbles
Title: Dean Builds Furniture (Part 5)
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: Thanks to sameuspegasus, without whom I would never have written this many drabbles.
Previous drabbles: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Sam Is Not Curious
Sam had questions when he saw Dean dragging a mattress into his workroom. But Sam didn't ask. He was trying this new thing where he would sit in the library and read. He wouldn't pay any attention to what Dean was doing. He'd even thrown out his D.I.Y. book. From now on he was going to leave Dean to his own devices. Sam knew how to mind his own business.
Sam was not following his brother as he pushed his new contraption into an unused bedroom. Nope, not following Dean.
He did a double take.
"Is that a Murphy bed?"
Ottomans and Craftsmen
Dean pushed a leather upholstered ottoman in front of his loveseat. It was a perfect match, of course. It was a happy accident, but after Dean had finished a nightstand, he discovered he had enough leather and timber leftover from the loveseat to construct an ottoman.
Dean stepped back. The ottoman was perfect, but the loveseat was starting to dull with time. Dean got out the leather polish and set to work.
Sam collapsed onto his loveseat with a theatrical sigh. The loveseat collapsed under his weight.
"It's okay, Sam. Some of us just aren't cut out to be craftsmen."
Seeing Green
Something hinky was going on. Sam had been keeping an eye out for fabric to use as protection for months. No luck. But the second Dean decided he needed to make a poker table and a pool table, he immediately came across a fabric store getting rid of excess stock in exactly the right shade of green.
"You're just jealous," Dean said, running his hand across the surface of his completed poker table. He sat down and started dealing cards.
Sam lost five hands in a row and had to do their laundry for the foreseeable future. He wasn't jealous.
Economics
"Dean, we don't need two pool tables. Even you have to admit the older one is better than the one you made."
"That's a snooker table, Sammy. Mine's a pool table. They're completely different."
Dean's was slightly smaller and made of different wood. Those were the only differences Sam noticed. "No way. Yours has to go."
Dean pouted at Sam. Sam bitchfaced at Dean.
Dean caved. "But you have to get rid of something, too."
"You already gave away my gerbils." Sam still missed Flopsy and Mopsy.
Dean grumbled, but capitulated.
Dean wasn't grumbling when he came back $3000 richer.
Quantity Versus Quality
Sam had never before realised how much shit you could buy for $3000. Dean refused to let him have any of the money because apparently Sam paying for felt didn't count as investing even when he'd earned that money fair and square, hustling pool.
Instead Dean bought a tree older than several Methuselahs and the saw required to cut it. Then built a dresser. Sam didn't know how that fit into the alphabet.
"See this?" Dean said, lifting an offcut. "The grain's like this because it's quartersawn. It's a quartersawn dresser."
Sam was pretty sure his book skipped Q entirely.
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: Thanks to sameuspegasus, without whom I would never have written this many drabbles.
Previous drabbles: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Sam Is Not Curious
Sam had questions when he saw Dean dragging a mattress into his workroom. But Sam didn't ask. He was trying this new thing where he would sit in the library and read. He wouldn't pay any attention to what Dean was doing. He'd even thrown out his D.I.Y. book. From now on he was going to leave Dean to his own devices. Sam knew how to mind his own business.
Sam was not following his brother as he pushed his new contraption into an unused bedroom. Nope, not following Dean.
He did a double take.
"Is that a Murphy bed?"
Ottomans and Craftsmen
Dean pushed a leather upholstered ottoman in front of his loveseat. It was a perfect match, of course. It was a happy accident, but after Dean had finished a nightstand, he discovered he had enough leather and timber leftover from the loveseat to construct an ottoman.
Dean stepped back. The ottoman was perfect, but the loveseat was starting to dull with time. Dean got out the leather polish and set to work.
Sam collapsed onto his loveseat with a theatrical sigh. The loveseat collapsed under his weight.
"It's okay, Sam. Some of us just aren't cut out to be craftsmen."
Seeing Green
Something hinky was going on. Sam had been keeping an eye out for fabric to use as protection for months. No luck. But the second Dean decided he needed to make a poker table and a pool table, he immediately came across a fabric store getting rid of excess stock in exactly the right shade of green.
"You're just jealous," Dean said, running his hand across the surface of his completed poker table. He sat down and started dealing cards.
Sam lost five hands in a row and had to do their laundry for the foreseeable future. He wasn't jealous.
Economics
"Dean, we don't need two pool tables. Even you have to admit the older one is better than the one you made."
"That's a snooker table, Sammy. Mine's a pool table. They're completely different."
Dean's was slightly smaller and made of different wood. Those were the only differences Sam noticed. "No way. Yours has to go."
Dean pouted at Sam. Sam bitchfaced at Dean.
Dean caved. "But you have to get rid of something, too."
"You already gave away my gerbils." Sam still missed Flopsy and Mopsy.
Dean grumbled, but capitulated.
Dean wasn't grumbling when he came back $3000 richer.
Quantity Versus Quality
Sam had never before realised how much shit you could buy for $3000. Dean refused to let him have any of the money because apparently Sam paying for felt didn't count as investing even when he'd earned that money fair and square, hustling pool.
Instead Dean bought a tree older than several Methuselahs and the saw required to cut it. Then built a dresser. Sam didn't know how that fit into the alphabet.
"See this?" Dean said, lifting an offcut. "The grain's like this because it's quartersawn. It's a quartersawn dresser."
Sam was pretty sure his book skipped Q entirely.