Goo-Gone Chapter 2
by Woman of Letters
Chapter 2: Dean's Mission
A/N E/O Challenge: Goo and Shakespeare. A day at the beach brought me to this. Combining two challenges, at 300 words here. Hope you guys enjoy this.
Dean crept up behind his brother, who was paddling softly in the warm surf. Drenching him with a wave of water, Dean laughed as Sam spluttered, choked, and surfaced.
"Hey, Bitch," Dean yelled, "What'd I tell ya? So much better than those moldy books...or your new squeeze. Whoever she is."
Sam quickly recovered, pushing Dean's head under the chest-high water. Dean kicked out, and the brothers wrestled, all tangled limbs and flying spray, until it was difficult to know where one brother ended and the other began.
Finally, Sam gasped, "Uncle," giant frame dripping as he stood, hearing the seagulls, shivering in the salty breeze. He was at peace, something he'd been missing for a long time. Something he'd lately found only in dreams.
Later, lying next to his brother on a blanket, Dean leered at a bikini-clad beachwalker, reminded of the question that had been plaguing him for two weeks. "So, Romeo, who is she?"
"Who is who?"
"This mystery chick you keep dreaming about." Sam regularly moaned in his sleep, made obnoxious noises, and woke up like the cat who'd eaten all the cream.
"No chick," Sam quickly denied.
"Sammy, get down off your balcony, man. Dream girls don't compare to the real thing."
Sam blinked at Dean, surprised not at his brother's cultural knowledge, which was far greater than Dean would admit, but that he'd noticed the change in Sam's sleeping habits. He'd been having the most incredible dreams. Trust Dean to get the wrong idea… but then, who would believe Sam dreamt about some miraculous goo that was part therapy, part cleanser, and part sex toy?
"There's only one solution," Dean announced. "Brother, you need to get laid."
Sam glared at Dean, recognizing that I will take no prisoners tone. Oh, God. I'm in trouble now.
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A/N So... I've made this season-agnostic. What do you all think? Should I set this in a specific season? Do Sam and Dean here seem like they're season 1, season 2, season 7, season 8? Looking forward to your thoughts.
Chapter 2: Dean's Mission
A/N E/O Challenge: Goo and Shakespeare. A day at the beach brought me to this. Combining two challenges, at 300 words here. Hope you guys enjoy this.
Dean crept up behind his brother, who was paddling softly in the warm surf. Drenching him with a wave of water, Dean laughed as Sam spluttered, choked, and surfaced.
"Hey, Bitch," Dean yelled, "What'd I tell ya? So much better than those moldy books...or your new squeeze. Whoever she is."
Sam quickly recovered, pushing Dean's head under the chest-high water. Dean kicked out, and the brothers wrestled, all tangled limbs and flying spray, until it was difficult to know where one brother ended and the other began.
Finally, Sam gasped, "Uncle," giant frame dripping as he stood, hearing the seagulls, shivering in the salty breeze. He was at peace, something he'd been missing for a long time. Something he'd lately found only in dreams.
Later, lying next to his brother on a blanket, Dean leered at a bikini-clad beachwalker, reminded of the question that had been plaguing him for two weeks. "So, Romeo, who is she?"
"Who is who?"
"This mystery chick you keep dreaming about." Sam regularly moaned in his sleep, made obnoxious noises, and woke up like the cat who'd eaten all the cream.
"No chick," Sam quickly denied.
"Sammy, get down off your balcony, man. Dream girls don't compare to the real thing."
Sam blinked at Dean, surprised not at his brother's cultural knowledge, which was far greater than Dean would admit, but that he'd noticed the change in Sam's sleeping habits. He'd been having the most incredible dreams. Trust Dean to get the wrong idea… but then, who would believe Sam dreamt about some miraculous goo that was part therapy, part cleanser, and part sex toy?
"There's only one solution," Dean announced. "Brother, you need to get laid."
Sam glared at Dean, recognizing that I will take no prisoners tone. Oh, God. I'm in trouble now.
* * *
A/N So... I've made this season-agnostic. What do you all think? Should I set this in a specific season? Do Sam and Dean here seem like they're season 1, season 2, season 7, season 8? Looking forward to your thoughts.