SPN Ficlet, Don't argue with an idiot, PG
Title: Don't argue with an idiot
Author: summerholt
Beta: The awesome nightrider101 . Thanks for making me write this!
Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own and I don't get paid.
Summary: Sam and Dean argue about who should do the laundry. And guess who won the argument?
Notes: This is the first ficlet I wrote in the Supernatural fandom. it is inspired by a list of paraprosdokians.
Definition: Paraprosdokians, figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently used in a humorous situation.
Paraprosdokian #1. Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
*******
“If you were a woman, your man would be so screwed.”
“If you were a man, you wouldn’t bitch so much.
“Dean!”
Dean lifts his eyebrow. “Sam?”
“I don’t have a single clean shirt to wear and it's not the first time that it happened when
you were in charge of laundry!”
“You want me to iron them for you, too?”
“I never said I wanted you to iron them, all you needed to do was… “, taking a deep breath,
Sam congratulated himself for calming down and not getting into another argument with
Dean, “Listen, Dean, we had a plan and we need to stick to it.”
“No, you had a plan. I never agreed to it.”
“What do you mean? We talked about this…”
“No, you talked about this and I didn’t even listen.”
Sam glared at Dean. Dean continued smugly, “There are just way more important things
than laundry duty, Sammy.”
“And clothes just clean themselves magically?”
“What are you talking about, they are clean enough.” Dean dug into his duffel bag and
pulled out a handful of mixed cloths, sniffed at a t-shirt, frowned slightly, and slung it at
Sam. “Here, you can wear this. Now stop bitching.” Feeling generous now he had shared his
stuff with his younger brother, Dean turned his full attention to the Jersey Shore episode
that was getting especially heated at that moment, and was promptly interrupted by a
chunk of Sam blocking the view and snatching the TV remote from his hand, then the TV
being turned off by his angry brother.
“Dude! What the...”
“That’s it, you, me, laundry room, right now.” Sam’s voice was low and dangerous.
“You're kidding me, right? Every time we went, people thought we were gay. No way am I
going with you.”
“OK then, you can go by yourself.”
“I have enough to wear. I don’t need to do laundry now. You go if you need to.”
“But it's your turn to…”
Dean sighed exasperatedly. “Here we go again.”
“Are you expecting me to do all the laundry?”
“Now we're talking, Sammy! Be a good girl and give me the remote control, will ya?”
Sam’s shoulder slumped, all the fight went out of him. He threw the remote control as
far away as possible from Dean, packed up his bag of dirty laundry and went out. He
congratulated himself again for not being suckered into washing Dean’s laundry, too.
However, he just knew that his brother would take clean shirt and even underwear from his
bag, as he always did.
~fin~
Author: summerholt
Beta: The awesome nightrider101 . Thanks for making me write this!
Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own and I don't get paid.
Summary: Sam and Dean argue about who should do the laundry. And guess who won the argument?
Notes: This is the first ficlet I wrote in the Supernatural fandom. it is inspired by a list of paraprosdokians.
Definition: Paraprosdokians, figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently used in a humorous situation.
Paraprosdokian #1. Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
*******
“If you were a woman, your man would be so screwed.”
“If you were a man, you wouldn’t bitch so much.
“Dean!”
Dean lifts his eyebrow. “Sam?”
“I don’t have a single clean shirt to wear and it's not the first time that it happened when
you were in charge of laundry!”
“You want me to iron them for you, too?”
“I never said I wanted you to iron them, all you needed to do was… “, taking a deep breath,
Sam congratulated himself for calming down and not getting into another argument with
Dean, “Listen, Dean, we had a plan and we need to stick to it.”
“No, you had a plan. I never agreed to it.”
“What do you mean? We talked about this…”
“No, you talked about this and I didn’t even listen.”
Sam glared at Dean. Dean continued smugly, “There are just way more important things
than laundry duty, Sammy.”
“And clothes just clean themselves magically?”
“What are you talking about, they are clean enough.” Dean dug into his duffel bag and
pulled out a handful of mixed cloths, sniffed at a t-shirt, frowned slightly, and slung it at
Sam. “Here, you can wear this. Now stop bitching.” Feeling generous now he had shared his
stuff with his younger brother, Dean turned his full attention to the Jersey Shore episode
that was getting especially heated at that moment, and was promptly interrupted by a
chunk of Sam blocking the view and snatching the TV remote from his hand, then the TV
being turned off by his angry brother.
“Dude! What the...”
“That’s it, you, me, laundry room, right now.” Sam’s voice was low and dangerous.
“You're kidding me, right? Every time we went, people thought we were gay. No way am I
going with you.”
“OK then, you can go by yourself.”
“I have enough to wear. I don’t need to do laundry now. You go if you need to.”
“But it's your turn to…”
Dean sighed exasperatedly. “Here we go again.”
“Are you expecting me to do all the laundry?”
“Now we're talking, Sammy! Be a good girl and give me the remote control, will ya?”
Sam’s shoulder slumped, all the fight went out of him. He threw the remote control as
far away as possible from Dean, packed up his bag of dirty laundry and went out. He
congratulated himself again for not being suckered into washing Dean’s laundry, too.
However, he just knew that his brother would take clean shirt and even underwear from his
bag, as he always did.
~fin~