Happy Hunter, Part Iwave_obscuraAugust 29 2009, 06:30:57 UTC
AWESOME PROMPT.
Note: The story is from a long out-of-print I Can Read Book called Lucille, by Arnold Lobel. I chopped out unnecessary parts.
Happy Hunter By wave obscura
“Lucille,” Sam says, and that’s how Dean knows the extra Percocet is doing the trick. “Tell me Lucille.”
“Okay, Sammy,” he replies, patting his brother on the head. “Whatever you say.”
Sam scowls blearily up at him. “Dean. I wanna hear Lucille.”
Dean sits at the foot of his brother’s bed. “You’re not six, bro. You’re almost twenty-seven and you’re out of it because some bitch shot you in the shoulder last night.”
“I fuggin know that,” Sam slurs. “Juss tell me a fuggin story.”
“Lucille, Sam? Seriously?”
“Surrrisly.”
“We lost that book ages ago.”
“You mesmorized-memorized it.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
Okay. Maybe he did have it memorized. But- “It’s a picture book, Sam. What good’s a picture book without pictures?”
Sam lets out a single, explosive “HA!” Then his eyes close and Dean crosses his fingers, willing them to just please stay shut
( ... )
Re: Happy Hunter, Part IIwave_obscuraAugust 29 2009, 06:31:15 UTC
“Now Lucille does not work in the fields,” he continues, “she sits in the house in her hat, in her shoes, and in her dress. She drinks tea and listens to the radio with the farmer’s wife. The pink roses on Lucille’s hat tickle her, the shiny shoes hurt her feet, and her beautiful white dress makes her hot. Lucille wishes she were outside working with the farmer.”
“Um notta lady!” Sam cries. “Umma horse!”
“Jesus, Sam, why don’t you just tell the story to yourself if you know it so well?”
Sam’s face falls into an exaggerated frown, and of course Dean feels like the biggest ass in the universe.
“Srry,” Sam says, and then squirms a little. “Hurts.”
“I know, kid. I’m sorry. You’re all maxed out on pain meds, though.”
Little brothers sure know how to stick it in a break it off. Dean can’t stop himself from tousling Sam’s hair a little. “Your throat dry? You want some ice chips?”
Sam shakes his head pitifully. “Juss. Finisstha story, kay?”
“Okay,” Dean says gently, but inside he thinks for the thousandth time I am so going to
( ... )
Re: Happy Hunter, Part IIrejenerationAugust 29 2009, 13:31:58 UTC
Awwwww. Wow, this is so sweet and cute!! ♥ And this Sam lets out a single, explosive “HA!” Then his eyes close and Dean crosses his fingers, willing them to just please stay shut.
But nope. Sam’s eyes open again. “You sound like Allisonwonderland. I member tha pick-shurs. Tell me, Dean.”
Man. Allisonwonderland. That's PERFECT. The explosive "HA!", again, perfect! And Dean, crossing his fingers hoping Sam would just sleep, what older brother (or sister) hasn't been there? -grin- Love! ♥
Reply
Note: The story is from a long out-of-print I Can Read Book called Lucille, by Arnold Lobel. I chopped out unnecessary parts.
Happy Hunter
By wave obscura
“Lucille,” Sam says, and that’s how Dean knows the extra Percocet is doing the trick. “Tell me Lucille.”
“Okay, Sammy,” he replies, patting his brother on the head. “Whatever you say.”
Sam scowls blearily up at him. “Dean. I wanna hear Lucille.”
Dean sits at the foot of his brother’s bed. “You’re not six, bro. You’re almost twenty-seven and you’re out of it because some bitch shot you in the shoulder last night.”
“I fuggin know that,” Sam slurs. “Juss tell me a fuggin story.”
“Lucille, Sam? Seriously?”
“Surrrisly.”
“We lost that book ages ago.”
“You mesmorized-memorized it.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
Okay. Maybe he did have it memorized. But- “It’s a picture book, Sam. What good’s a picture book without pictures?”
Sam lets out a single, explosive “HA!” Then his eyes close and Dean crosses his fingers, willing them to just please stay shut ( ... )
Reply
“Um notta lady!” Sam cries. “Umma horse!”
“Jesus, Sam, why don’t you just tell the story to yourself if you know it so well?”
Sam’s face falls into an exaggerated frown, and of course Dean feels like the biggest ass in the universe.
“Srry,” Sam says, and then squirms a little. “Hurts.”
“I know, kid. I’m sorry. You’re all maxed out on pain meds, though.”
Little brothers sure know how to stick it in a break it off. Dean can’t stop himself from tousling Sam’s hair a little. “Your throat dry? You want some ice chips?”
Sam shakes his head pitifully. “Juss. Finisstha story, kay?”
“Okay,” Dean says gently, but inside he thinks for the thousandth time I am so going to ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
Sammy is too cute. I love the story. I too wish the boyz could be plain, happy hunters. Oh, boyz.
Thanks so much.
Reply
Anyway... thank you for such a great prompt. I'm glad you liked my attempt :D
Reply
But nope. Sam’s eyes open again. “You sound like Allisonwonderland. I member tha pick-shurs. Tell me, Dean.”
Man. Allisonwonderland. That's PERFECT. The explosive "HA!", again, perfect! And Dean, crossing his fingers hoping Sam would just sleep, what older brother (or sister) hasn't been there? -grin- Love! ♥
Reply
Thanks for reading :D
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
&hearts &hearts &hearts
♥ ♥ ♥
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment