Happy Valentine's Day, All!
TITLE: Fun With Conversation Hearts
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam, and a bit of Cas
GENRE: Gen
RATING: G
WARNINGS: Misuse of valentine candy?
SPOILERS: Nope.
LENGTH: 339 words
DISCLAIMER: The boys obviously do not belong to me. Pepto-Bismol is a trademark of P&G. I had a box of conversation hearts today, but I ate them.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dean's LOML interpretation courtesy of my youngest sister.
The two boxes of conversation hearts had been a nostalgia-fueled impulse buy from a gas station food mart. Dean forgot about them completely until hours later. He tossed Sam's box to him and opened the top of his own. He popped a pink one that said "TRUE LOVE" in his mouth.
"Aw, man! These are fruity! I was hoping for the kind where the white ones taste like Pepto-Bismol..."
Sam made a face. "Gross, dude!"
"What? It's minty!" Dean poured the box out on the bedspread and sorted through them. "Some of these are weird. What the heck is 'LOML?' Laughing out my lungs?"
Sam snorted. "I'm pretty sure that's 'love of my life.'"
Dean snickered as well. "Seriously? Isn't that a little deep for a sugar heart?"
Sam emptied out his own box. "I've got one that says 'marry me.' Though they're in all caps, so it's kind of more like a demand."
"This one says 'angel.' Maybe I should save it for Cas?"
Sam tossed his "marry me" heart over to Dean. "Maybe you should give him that one, too!" he teased.
"Hardy-har-har. You're hilarious."
Sam was looking down at the pastel confections when something bounced off his forehead.
"Tag, Sammy!" The little purple heart read "UR IT."
Sam chucked a green heart back at his brother. "Jerk!"
"What gives? This is blank!"
"Yeah, I'm not talking to you."
The situation rapidly devolved into pelting one another with candy hearts, then turned into a contest to see who could catch one in their mouth from the furthest distance. It was nice to goof off like this every once in a while.
When Cas checked in with them later, Sam handed him a heart he'd been saving.
"Thank you," Cas said solemnly, though he didn't have much use for candy. "Dean already gave me one of these, but his made more sense." The angel looked down at the green heart in his palm. "SAY YES," it told him.
"Don't worry about it. Inside joke."
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam, and a bit of Cas
GENRE: Gen
RATING: G
WARNINGS: Misuse of valentine candy?
SPOILERS: Nope.
LENGTH: 339 words
DISCLAIMER: The boys obviously do not belong to me. Pepto-Bismol is a trademark of P&G. I had a box of conversation hearts today, but I ate them.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dean's LOML interpretation courtesy of my youngest sister.
The two boxes of conversation hearts had been a nostalgia-fueled impulse buy from a gas station food mart. Dean forgot about them completely until hours later. He tossed Sam's box to him and opened the top of his own. He popped a pink one that said "TRUE LOVE" in his mouth.
"Aw, man! These are fruity! I was hoping for the kind where the white ones taste like Pepto-Bismol..."
Sam made a face. "Gross, dude!"
"What? It's minty!" Dean poured the box out on the bedspread and sorted through them. "Some of these are weird. What the heck is 'LOML?' Laughing out my lungs?"
Sam snorted. "I'm pretty sure that's 'love of my life.'"
Dean snickered as well. "Seriously? Isn't that a little deep for a sugar heart?"
Sam emptied out his own box. "I've got one that says 'marry me.' Though they're in all caps, so it's kind of more like a demand."
"This one says 'angel.' Maybe I should save it for Cas?"
Sam tossed his "marry me" heart over to Dean. "Maybe you should give him that one, too!" he teased.
"Hardy-har-har. You're hilarious."
Sam was looking down at the pastel confections when something bounced off his forehead.
"Tag, Sammy!" The little purple heart read "UR IT."
Sam chucked a green heart back at his brother. "Jerk!"
"What gives? This is blank!"
"Yeah, I'm not talking to you."
The situation rapidly devolved into pelting one another with candy hearts, then turned into a contest to see who could catch one in their mouth from the furthest distance. It was nice to goof off like this every once in a while.
When Cas checked in with them later, Sam handed him a heart he'd been saving.
"Thank you," Cas said solemnly, though he didn't have much use for candy. "Dean already gave me one of these, but his made more sense." The angel looked down at the green heart in his palm. "SAY YES," it told him.
"Don't worry about it. Inside joke."