The 9 Days of Season 9 Challenge - Three of a Kind
This could be a kinda spoilery post for Season 8 because it revolves around the B-place!
I don't know what it says about me, but I seem to take an inordinate amount of pleasure from imagining all the mischief Dean could get up to in the Batcave - I mean, let's face it, that man could get up to mischief in an empty room!
Therefore, I've been inspired to write three separate drabbles showing three times Dean couldn't resist fiddling with the Batcave's hidden treasures and, more importantly, three times he really should have left them alone.
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
Samson's Comb. Rating: K+, Genre: Humour, Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Word Count: 100
Dean knew he should have known better, but when he found Samson's comb in the basement, he just couldn't resist a quick brush.
But now he was peering into the mirror from under long silky bangs which hung down over his face and tickled his nose. He scowled at the long lustrous locks that swirled around his shoulders, framing his face in sleek, dark-blond tresses.
"Uh Sam," he called sheepishly; "I think I …" The words died on his lips as Sam appeared before him, furiously pointing to the gleaming cueball that was now his head.
"You think you've got freakin' problems?"
xxxxx
end
Triton's Conch. Rating: K+, Genre: Humour, Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Word Count: 100
Sam glared down into the bathtub at Dean.
"Don't look at me like that," Dean snapped as the massive silver fishtail that had replaced his legs slapped the water.
Sam shrugged. "How, then, am I supposed to look at the jerk who found Triton's conch in our vaults and decided to try and play Highway to Hell on it?"
The bathwater swirled as the fishtail lashed menacingly. "When I can get outta this tub, I'm so gonna paste your ass," Dean snorted ingraciously; "until then, bitch, make some lunch."
Sam turned with a resigned sigh.
"NO GODDAMNED SUSHI," Dean called after him.
xxxxx
end
Helm of Hades. Rating: T (one naughty word), Genre: Humour, Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Word Count: 100
Dean didn't get why Sam was so pissed.
I mean, when a man finds a hat he's gotta try it on, right?
How would Dean know the Helm of friggin' Hades made him invisible?
He only realised when he turned to the mirror and saw, well, nothing.
And he squeaked out a shocked yelp ...
And Sam came running ...
And slammed into his invisible brother with the force of a wildebeest stampede.
Staring woozily at the swirling ceiling, Dean had to concede that the helm was useful for preventing multiple skull fractures
And Sam?
Honestly; you'd think he'd never broken his nose before!
xxxxx
end
I don't know what it says about me, but I seem to take an inordinate amount of pleasure from imagining all the mischief Dean could get up to in the Batcave - I mean, let's face it, that man could get up to mischief in an empty room!
Therefore, I've been inspired to write three separate drabbles showing three times Dean couldn't resist fiddling with the Batcave's hidden treasures and, more importantly, three times he really should have left them alone.
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
Samson's Comb. Rating: K+, Genre: Humour, Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Word Count: 100
Dean knew he should have known better, but when he found Samson's comb in the basement, he just couldn't resist a quick brush.
But now he was peering into the mirror from under long silky bangs which hung down over his face and tickled his nose. He scowled at the long lustrous locks that swirled around his shoulders, framing his face in sleek, dark-blond tresses.
"Uh Sam," he called sheepishly; "I think I …" The words died on his lips as Sam appeared before him, furiously pointing to the gleaming cueball that was now his head.
"You think you've got freakin' problems?"
xxxxx
end
Triton's Conch. Rating: K+, Genre: Humour, Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Word Count: 100
Sam glared down into the bathtub at Dean.
"Don't look at me like that," Dean snapped as the massive silver fishtail that had replaced his legs slapped the water.
Sam shrugged. "How, then, am I supposed to look at the jerk who found Triton's conch in our vaults and decided to try and play Highway to Hell on it?"
The bathwater swirled as the fishtail lashed menacingly. "When I can get outta this tub, I'm so gonna paste your ass," Dean snorted ingraciously; "until then, bitch, make some lunch."
Sam turned with a resigned sigh.
"NO GODDAMNED SUSHI," Dean called after him.
xxxxx
end
Helm of Hades. Rating: T (one naughty word), Genre: Humour, Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Word Count: 100
Dean didn't get why Sam was so pissed.
I mean, when a man finds a hat he's gotta try it on, right?
How would Dean know the Helm of friggin' Hades made him invisible?
He only realised when he turned to the mirror and saw, well, nothing.
And he squeaked out a shocked yelp ...
And Sam came running ...
And slammed into his invisible brother with the force of a wildebeest stampede.
Staring woozily at the swirling ceiling, Dean had to concede that the helm was useful for preventing multiple skull fractures
And Sam?
Honestly; you'd think he'd never broken his nose before!
xxxxx
end