A Double Bill of Over-Indulging Dean
Here are two little drabbles written for the weekly challenge over on Fanfiction.net. The challenge word was 'bucket', and mind went to all sorts of odd places ...
I don't own either of these delectable guys, okay?
OH BROTHER
Genre: Humour/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers warnings: None
Word count: 100
Sprawled inelegantly across his memory-foam mattress, Dean was unconscious; snoring wetly into his drool-stained pillow. His grey, clammy countenance was perfectly complimented by the limp fringe which clung damply to his forehead and the sweat-stains under the sleeves of his T-shirt.
Grimacing as he glanced into the bucket he'd left beside Dean's bed, Sam recoiled from his brother's toxic breath; a miasma of stale alcohol and puke that sent him reeling across the fetid room.
Sam scowled; how the hell was it that Dean's dates all thought he was Mister Perfect?
Because they never got to see him like this, that's how.
xxxxx
end
THE CANDY MAN
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers warnings: None
Word count: 100
Looking up from his book, Sam startled when a skinny young boy emerged from a distant doorway.
"The hell…?" Sam snapped; "who are you?"
"I'm Charlie Bucket," the boy began hesitantly; "I was at Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, but when I went into the storeroom, it was empty; except for a guy with a chocolate-stained face and a real swollen belly sitting in a massive pile of candy wrappers. He said he's your brother."
"Oh," Sam groaned.
"He said to come an' say 'hi'," Charlie continued; "and, because he can't get up right now, he says, is there any Pepto-Bismol left?"
xxxxx
end
I don't own either of these delectable guys, okay?
OH BROTHER
Genre: Humour/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers warnings: None
Word count: 100
Sprawled inelegantly across his memory-foam mattress, Dean was unconscious; snoring wetly into his drool-stained pillow. His grey, clammy countenance was perfectly complimented by the limp fringe which clung damply to his forehead and the sweat-stains under the sleeves of his T-shirt.
Grimacing as he glanced into the bucket he'd left beside Dean's bed, Sam recoiled from his brother's toxic breath; a miasma of stale alcohol and puke that sent him reeling across the fetid room.
Sam scowled; how the hell was it that Dean's dates all thought he was Mister Perfect?
Because they never got to see him like this, that's how.
xxxxx
end
THE CANDY MAN
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers warnings: None
Word count: 100
Looking up from his book, Sam startled when a skinny young boy emerged from a distant doorway.
"The hell…?" Sam snapped; "who are you?"
"I'm Charlie Bucket," the boy began hesitantly; "I was at Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, but when I went into the storeroom, it was empty; except for a guy with a chocolate-stained face and a real swollen belly sitting in a massive pile of candy wrappers. He said he's your brother."
"Oh," Sam groaned.
"He said to come an' say 'hi'," Charlie continued; "and, because he can't get up right now, he says, is there any Pepto-Bismol left?"
xxxxx
end