Fic: Baloney Sandwiches and Blue Ribbons
Title:Baloney Sandwiches and Blue Ribbons
Rating: PG
Prompt: Caught in a Robbery
Warnings: None really, unless the idea of eating rabbit freaks you out.
Summary: The Winchesters are on the move again. Dean's convinced that it wouldn't be so bad if Sam wouldn't complain. It's better when Sam has something to read to keep him occupied. Dean has his own method to keep his mind off the fact that Dad's moving them around again.
This next hunt wasn't going to be anything major - Dean could tell because his father was completely nonchalant about the whole thing. Most likely a routine salt-and-burn. He was convinced this whole moving thing would be a lot easier if Sam didn't spend so much time complaining. You think he enjoyed it any more than Sam did? If Dean had his way, they never would leave Sioux Falls. But Dad tended to piss off Uncle Bobby more than should seem humanly possible, considering that man's tolerance level.
Dad was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, occasionally his hand would flick over to the radio dial, adjusting it accordingly. John Winchester seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he wasn't alone in the car. Dean didn't have a problem with that. He looked over his shoulder into the backseat where Sam was reading The Fellowship of the Ring - the book was thick enough that it would keep his eleven year old brother quiet for most of the trip.
Dean shifted back in his seat and rested his head against the seat, closing his eyes. Dad must know where they were going, otherwise he would have insisted his eldest stay awake. The low hum of the road and the familiar rattle of those Legos in the vents lulled him into a pleasant doze.
The house was pale gray with black shutters on all the windows. The front and the back porch were both surrounded by screens, so the whole family could sit out on them all hours of the day and not worry about bugs. The house stood in yard near some barns - one for farm supplies, like tractors and tools, and the other one had horses, sheep and a few cows. The air always smelled of hay and he and Sam were always followed by their dogs. Both of the dogs were mutts, combinations of Labradors, springer spaniels and German Sheppard. They were the perfect combination of companion, working dog and hunters.
With the return of fall and the harvest mostly in, he and Sam hunted quail and other birds. They didn't need to hunt rabbits because there were hutches of them in the barn for food. The fields that had lain fallow all summer now were plowed with winter what, while the fields that had produced a bumper crop of soybeans lay in rest. Soon the whole family would head out to harvest their fruit trees and when he and Sam got home from school the next few weeks, they would help their mother preserve and make jam.
On Thanksgiving, the whole family would come to their farm to celebrate. Cousins, aunts, uncles - grandparents. It'd be a wonderful time and he and Sam would argue over something as mundane as the last piece of apple pie, and end up giving it to a young cousin who usually didn't get a second helping of dessert. They'd gather in the den and watch a football game.
When Christmas came, he and Sam would head out with their dogs - what did they name them again? oh yeah - Charlie and Frodo - and go cut down a tree to put in their house.
Dad would laugh and never yell - the only hunting he joined in was during deer season. Papers and tests with excellent grades on them would grace the fridge, both his and Sam's. Dean would someday take over the family business and Sam would...
“Hey, earth to Dean!” Sam's voice cut into his daydream and he rubbed his eyes.
“What is it Sammy?” Dean covered his annoyed tone with a yawn.
“You want a sandwich?”
“Sure.” It was easier to agree than say he wasn't hungry. For some weird reason, the lack of appetite was the only odd behavior Dad ever noticed. A moment later, one of the sandwiches Dean had made in the motel room this morning appeared over the seat and he took it, automatically opening the baggie and pulling the rather sad looking sandwich out. He turned his gaze back out the window and caught sight of a billboard advertising the Oklahoma State Fair - an event that took place three weeks ago.
There was something new to add to the dream that would never be. He took a bite of his lunch and closed his eyes - automatically slipping back into the one place monsters and Dad couldn't harm.
By the time they arrived at their destination, Dean was adding his third blue ribbon for raising another prize sheep and the heavy scent of mashed potatoes, fried rabbit and apple pie were filling the house.
..and Mary Winchester was calling her sons downstairs for dinner.
Rating: PG
Prompt: Caught in a Robbery
Warnings: None really, unless the idea of eating rabbit freaks you out.
Summary: The Winchesters are on the move again. Dean's convinced that it wouldn't be so bad if Sam wouldn't complain. It's better when Sam has something to read to keep him occupied. Dean has his own method to keep his mind off the fact that Dad's moving them around again.
This next hunt wasn't going to be anything major - Dean could tell because his father was completely nonchalant about the whole thing. Most likely a routine salt-and-burn. He was convinced this whole moving thing would be a lot easier if Sam didn't spend so much time complaining. You think he enjoyed it any more than Sam did? If Dean had his way, they never would leave Sioux Falls. But Dad tended to piss off Uncle Bobby more than should seem humanly possible, considering that man's tolerance level.
Dad was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, occasionally his hand would flick over to the radio dial, adjusting it accordingly. John Winchester seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he wasn't alone in the car. Dean didn't have a problem with that. He looked over his shoulder into the backseat where Sam was reading The Fellowship of the Ring - the book was thick enough that it would keep his eleven year old brother quiet for most of the trip.
Dean shifted back in his seat and rested his head against the seat, closing his eyes. Dad must know where they were going, otherwise he would have insisted his eldest stay awake. The low hum of the road and the familiar rattle of those Legos in the vents lulled him into a pleasant doze.
The house was pale gray with black shutters on all the windows. The front and the back porch were both surrounded by screens, so the whole family could sit out on them all hours of the day and not worry about bugs. The house stood in yard near some barns - one for farm supplies, like tractors and tools, and the other one had horses, sheep and a few cows. The air always smelled of hay and he and Sam were always followed by their dogs. Both of the dogs were mutts, combinations of Labradors, springer spaniels and German Sheppard. They were the perfect combination of companion, working dog and hunters.
With the return of fall and the harvest mostly in, he and Sam hunted quail and other birds. They didn't need to hunt rabbits because there were hutches of them in the barn for food. The fields that had lain fallow all summer now were plowed with winter what, while the fields that had produced a bumper crop of soybeans lay in rest. Soon the whole family would head out to harvest their fruit trees and when he and Sam got home from school the next few weeks, they would help their mother preserve and make jam.
On Thanksgiving, the whole family would come to their farm to celebrate. Cousins, aunts, uncles - grandparents. It'd be a wonderful time and he and Sam would argue over something as mundane as the last piece of apple pie, and end up giving it to a young cousin who usually didn't get a second helping of dessert. They'd gather in the den and watch a football game.
When Christmas came, he and Sam would head out with their dogs - what did they name them again? oh yeah - Charlie and Frodo - and go cut down a tree to put in their house.
Dad would laugh and never yell - the only hunting he joined in was during deer season. Papers and tests with excellent grades on them would grace the fridge, both his and Sam's. Dean would someday take over the family business and Sam would...
“Hey, earth to Dean!” Sam's voice cut into his daydream and he rubbed his eyes.
“What is it Sammy?” Dean covered his annoyed tone with a yawn.
“You want a sandwich?”
“Sure.” It was easier to agree than say he wasn't hungry. For some weird reason, the lack of appetite was the only odd behavior Dad ever noticed. A moment later, one of the sandwiches Dean had made in the motel room this morning appeared over the seat and he took it, automatically opening the baggie and pulling the rather sad looking sandwich out. He turned his gaze back out the window and caught sight of a billboard advertising the Oklahoma State Fair - an event that took place three weeks ago.
There was something new to add to the dream that would never be. He took a bite of his lunch and closed his eyes - automatically slipping back into the one place monsters and Dad couldn't harm.
By the time they arrived at their destination, Dean was adding his third blue ribbon for raising another prize sheep and the heavy scent of mashed potatoes, fried rabbit and apple pie were filling the house.
..and Mary Winchester was calling her sons downstairs for dinner.