Fic: In the PINK of health.. (Winchesters,Humour,Scratched!dean,Crazy!Dean)
Title:In the PINK of Health
Show: Supernatural
Author: dollysdoodles (and my stupid best friend who lost her Lj user id)
This is a story I wrote some time back, edited it again last night and cross-posting it now!
Genre: GEN
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Tags: Hurt!Dean, Crazy!Dean, Humor, Exasperated!Sam and Pink Lollies!!
Words: 1765
Spoilers:Season 6, a few mentions of a certain episode where Dean asks Sammy to FIGHT THE FAIRIES!
Summary: Sam really wasn't believing it.This had to be some crazy joke. His brother was sitting in front of him, cross legged, sucking on a pink lollipop, wearing Pink boxers with black and white telly tubbies running amok all over them and that right there was just so very wrong !
Disclaimer: Sammy and Dean Winchester are very happy and satisfied that they don't belong to me. If they did, they would have surely strangled me with a pink muffler by now.
Warnings:
1> This story was written in a most bizarre way. basically its refining of some 27v text messages between me and my BFF/sister.
2>I think we might have gone a little over board with it?Lolz
3>This piece of writing is not beta-read because we wanted to keep it as close to those texts as we could. Today had been a memorable day.
Author's Note: This story is real close to my heart. Hope you guys would like it. Feedback is like a tasty pink lollipop. So the more the merrier:) I am working on the second and final part of this fic (finally). Please review and help!
In pink of the health
Sam woke up in middle of the night to a strange and loud slurping voice, coming from somewhere in his room. On finding Dean’s bed empty, Sam gripped the pistol from the night-stand and cautiously moved towards the bathroom, from where the noise seemed to originate.
Confused, Sam knocked at the door to check if Dean was in, doing something strange?
When the only response he got were some more slurping noises, Sam forgot his manners and entered the bathroom, only to find his brother sitting cross-legged in the bath tub, wearing just his boxers and licking on a big and round and pink…. Lollipop!
Sam blinked his eyes several times.
Dean was eating a lollipop. A frigging pink one at that.. Sam looked at his brother again.
No, Dean wasn’t just eating the lollipop, he seemed to be savoring every bit of it.
That was… well strange.
Sam pinched himself, just to make sure that he wasn’t having some bizarre dream.
He yelped, it had hurt badly.
So this wasn’t a dream.
May be Dean was sleep walking… or sleep licking eh?
May be… may be Dean had a concussion…and Umm a pretty severe one at that.
But when had he gotten that hurt? Their last gig had been pretty easy actually.
They had hunted down a crazy shape shifter who was dressed up like a pink poodle.
Sam shook his head and looked at Dean again. The guy looked so frigging lost in his lollipop that he probably wouldn’t have noticed even if Sam started doing hell fire rumba around him.
“Dean ??!” Sam tried shaking his brother out of his blessed sweet lollipop licking fantasy. Dean didn’t show any signs of even noticing the presence of his kid brother beside him.
Apparently the pink lolly was much more interesting than his boring bitch of a sibling. Unsure of what to think anymore, Sam turned on the shower, drenching his moronic brother in chilled water.
If he had expected this endeavor of his to result in shocking his brother back to reality, he was sorely mistaken.
Dean just looked at the droplets attacking him, tasted some of them by sticking his tongue out and then went back to his task of speedily diminishing the pink lump of delight in his hands. That’s when Sam noticed the boxers his brother was wearing. They were bright pink; having black and white telly tubbies running amok all over them. As if that wasn’t enough, Sam also noticed a small bottle containing glittery pink liquid sitting besides the tub.
Was that nailpaint?
“What the hell?”
“Dean, are you messing with me dude?” he inquired.
On receiving no reply Sam looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.
This could not be his brother.
He ran back to their room and rummaged through his rucksack to retrieve his silver knife.
Then he returned to his brother that was so not his brother.
May be this was the pink poodle shape shifter they had been hunting. May be that guy got away some way.
He approached the highly wet lollipop sucking Dean Look-alike carefully, caught hold of his…its hand and slashed the tender part of his…its palm. The pink poodle Dean tried fighting off Sam’s grip.
Apparently holding the sticky lollipop stick with one hand wasn’t very easy.
Dean let out a faint “Owwww” when Sam used the knife on him. But its….. his blood was normal and red and not sizzling at all. So this was not a shape shifter. This was just the jerk of his brother high on some very weird extremely unbelievable acid trip.
am stumbled towards the bathroom’s wet floor and sat down cross legged, observing and making videos of the brilliant tactics of the elder Winchester.
After a few minutes when it had gotten just too weird too even observe, he practically fled from the bathroom. Reaching the heavenly safe arms of his bed Sam fished out his cell from one of the many pockets of his jacket and dialled Bobby’s number.
………………………………………..
Bobby was sure that the phone call he had just attended had been an illusion. It was nine buckets of crazy even against his usual standards.
Probably he needed to cut down on the bourbon Rufus had been sending him from past one month as a payment for losing their most recent bet!
Sam had been babbling on and on for more than a quarter of an hour about Dean sitting in bathtub in pink telly tubby boxers, sucking the life out off a sludgy pink lollipop.
Either Sam had lost it or Dean or most probably he himself had lost all his marbles.
He shook his head in disbelieve. Just when Bobby thought or hoped that he had seen everything crazy, fate threw a new and improved googly at him.
Sighing, he picked up his car keys and drove all the way to the Winchester’s motel in a little under than three hours.
……………………………………………….
While the journey should have taken him at least 5 hours, Sam wasn’t complaining at Bobby’s early arrival.
Bobby couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the pink crazed Dean busy licking, kissing and crooning to his beloved lollipop. He kept staring at the gorgeous sight for a few minutes before noticing certain strange marks on Dean’s neck.
He leaned in to get a closer look and realised that they were like some strange nibbling scratches running down the whole length of Dean’s neck, except that they were bright green, laced with an unnatural shade of pink.
obby looked up at Sam and asked in an exasperated voice.
“Where the hell did he get those from?”
Sam looked at the scratches confused. He had seen those before, the pink poodle had given a tough fight before Dean could subdue the creature and put bullets in it. But he was pretty sure that no way had they been that prominent or that green.
“I think he got those from the poodle shape shifter.”Sam replied.
“The poodle… what??”
“The shape shifter, which we had been hunting in this town. It was a crazy thing you know. It entered a jewellery showroom wearing a hot cheerleader and waving her overly big pink pom- poms, robbed the store of all its pink sparklies and then mutilated its owner by stuffing gems n rubies down poor shmuck’s throat. We have no idea what it did over the next couple of weeks but it finally ended up turning into a pink poodle, clawing a certain tailor to his death. Apparently the helper in the shop thought that the poodle was glaring at his master since the time he started cutting a baby pink cloth to make a corset for his daughter. That’s when we caught with it and Dean emptied several silver bullets into the creature’s heart and well.. in rest of its body parts.”
Sam waited for some kind of reaction from Bobby. When all that the old man did was stare blankly at him, he reached for his bear bottle and took a long gulp.
“Sam I think I know what we are dealing with. I had my doubts about this theory but your story sort of lends credibility to it.”Bobby said in a I-don’t-believe-this-is-happening voice.
“What are you talking about Bobby?” Sam asked taking another swig of his beer.
“What I am saying is that your brother Sam was bitten by a pink pixie.”
Sam sprayed the beer all over the table and down his clothes and went into a nasty coughing fit.
…………………………………………………………………………………..
“You are kidding right?” Sam asked hopefully, after he was finished with coughing his lungs out.
Bobby simply stared back at the younger Winchester.
“So you are not kidding. Brilliant amazing! Wait.. What you mean to say, is that Dean here got a pixie bite? And he may… what die? Turn psycho? Keep chewing that pink lolly for the rest of his life?”
obby opened a beer can for himself and motioned for Sam to sit. He needed to tutor the boy on this pixie creature.
“When you chuckle heads ran into those group of fairies a few months back, I hit the books, the net, trying my best to catch up on the lore and sieve through all that mumbo jumbo to find something useful. Well as it would happen; much of the theories, the depictions just made me stock up on Tylenol like a crazy man, but there was this mention of a creature time and again that appeared somewhat legitimate. Pixies, the lore says were basically the off springs of a cherub and a fairy. Thus they have power to walk on both dimensions without needing any sort of permission from anybody. Mostly these folks live on their motherland but sometimes they get bored or well crazy and end up here. They are often obsessed with a certain object to the extent that they would brutally murder any being if they found it guilty of disrespecting that concerned object. They have the powers of shape shifters without any need to shed all that skin and be gooey. Also like shape shifters they could be killed by silver but you already know that.”
Bobby looked at Sam as he paused for a breath.
The kid was sitting on the moth ridden couch clutching his head.
Bobby sighed and continued.
“I am pretty sure our pixie was crazy about pink.”
“You think?” Sam muttered.
“Sam these things are poisonous. They could infect their prey with any sort of crazy with one single nibble and Dean’s neck is pretty much completely scratched.”
“So you are indeed saying that my brother has become a lollipop junky after being infected by a pink pixie?”
“No Sam. What I am saying is that we have 67 hours before your brother turns into a pink pixie himself.”
Sam looked at Bobby disbelievingly. By this point he almost expected Dean to jump out of the damm bathroom and say that this all had been a big silly joke. When nothing of that sort happened for the next few minutes, Sam accepted Bobby’s Theory a little reluctantly.
He wasn’t sure as to what was crueler.
Losing his brother just a few weeks after gaining his soul back?
Or
Losing his brother because the said “brother” was going to turn into a pink pixie.
…………………………………….
Show: Supernatural
Author: dollysdoodles (and my stupid best friend who lost her Lj user id)
This is a story I wrote some time back, edited it again last night and cross-posting it now!
Genre: GEN
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Tags: Hurt!Dean, Crazy!Dean, Humor, Exasperated!Sam and Pink Lollies!!
Words: 1765
Spoilers:Season 6, a few mentions of a certain episode where Dean asks Sammy to FIGHT THE FAIRIES!
Summary: Sam really wasn't believing it.This had to be some crazy joke. His brother was sitting in front of him, cross legged, sucking on a pink lollipop, wearing Pink boxers with black and white telly tubbies running amok all over them and that right there was just so very wrong !
Disclaimer: Sammy and Dean Winchester are very happy and satisfied that they don't belong to me. If they did, they would have surely strangled me with a pink muffler by now.
Warnings:
1> This story was written in a most bizarre way. basically its refining of some 27v text messages between me and my BFF/sister.
2>I think we might have gone a little over board with it?Lolz
3>This piece of writing is not beta-read because we wanted to keep it as close to those texts as we could. Today had been a memorable day.
Author's Note: This story is real close to my heart. Hope you guys would like it. Feedback is like a tasty pink lollipop. So the more the merrier:) I am working on the second and final part of this fic (finally). Please review and help!
In pink of the health
Sam woke up in middle of the night to a strange and loud slurping voice, coming from somewhere in his room. On finding Dean’s bed empty, Sam gripped the pistol from the night-stand and cautiously moved towards the bathroom, from where the noise seemed to originate.
Confused, Sam knocked at the door to check if Dean was in, doing something strange?
When the only response he got were some more slurping noises, Sam forgot his manners and entered the bathroom, only to find his brother sitting cross-legged in the bath tub, wearing just his boxers and licking on a big and round and pink…. Lollipop!
Sam blinked his eyes several times.
Dean was eating a lollipop. A frigging pink one at that.. Sam looked at his brother again.
No, Dean wasn’t just eating the lollipop, he seemed to be savoring every bit of it.
That was… well strange.
Sam pinched himself, just to make sure that he wasn’t having some bizarre dream.
He yelped, it had hurt badly.
So this wasn’t a dream.
May be Dean was sleep walking… or sleep licking eh?
May be… may be Dean had a concussion…and Umm a pretty severe one at that.
But when had he gotten that hurt? Their last gig had been pretty easy actually.
They had hunted down a crazy shape shifter who was dressed up like a pink poodle.
Sam shook his head and looked at Dean again. The guy looked so frigging lost in his lollipop that he probably wouldn’t have noticed even if Sam started doing hell fire rumba around him.
“Dean ??!” Sam tried shaking his brother out of his blessed sweet lollipop licking fantasy. Dean didn’t show any signs of even noticing the presence of his kid brother beside him.
Apparently the pink lolly was much more interesting than his boring bitch of a sibling. Unsure of what to think anymore, Sam turned on the shower, drenching his moronic brother in chilled water.
If he had expected this endeavor of his to result in shocking his brother back to reality, he was sorely mistaken.
Dean just looked at the droplets attacking him, tasted some of them by sticking his tongue out and then went back to his task of speedily diminishing the pink lump of delight in his hands. That’s when Sam noticed the boxers his brother was wearing. They were bright pink; having black and white telly tubbies running amok all over them. As if that wasn’t enough, Sam also noticed a small bottle containing glittery pink liquid sitting besides the tub.
Was that nailpaint?
“What the hell?”
“Dean, are you messing with me dude?” he inquired.
On receiving no reply Sam looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.
This could not be his brother.
He ran back to their room and rummaged through his rucksack to retrieve his silver knife.
Then he returned to his brother that was so not his brother.
May be this was the pink poodle shape shifter they had been hunting. May be that guy got away some way.
He approached the highly wet lollipop sucking Dean Look-alike carefully, caught hold of his…its hand and slashed the tender part of his…its palm. The pink poodle Dean tried fighting off Sam’s grip.
Apparently holding the sticky lollipop stick with one hand wasn’t very easy.
Dean let out a faint “Owwww” when Sam used the knife on him. But its….. his blood was normal and red and not sizzling at all. So this was not a shape shifter. This was just the jerk of his brother high on some very weird extremely unbelievable acid trip.
am stumbled towards the bathroom’s wet floor and sat down cross legged, observing and making videos of the brilliant tactics of the elder Winchester.
After a few minutes when it had gotten just too weird too even observe, he practically fled from the bathroom. Reaching the heavenly safe arms of his bed Sam fished out his cell from one of the many pockets of his jacket and dialled Bobby’s number.
………………………………………..
Bobby was sure that the phone call he had just attended had been an illusion. It was nine buckets of crazy even against his usual standards.
Probably he needed to cut down on the bourbon Rufus had been sending him from past one month as a payment for losing their most recent bet!
Sam had been babbling on and on for more than a quarter of an hour about Dean sitting in bathtub in pink telly tubby boxers, sucking the life out off a sludgy pink lollipop.
Either Sam had lost it or Dean or most probably he himself had lost all his marbles.
He shook his head in disbelieve. Just when Bobby thought or hoped that he had seen everything crazy, fate threw a new and improved googly at him.
Sighing, he picked up his car keys and drove all the way to the Winchester’s motel in a little under than three hours.
……………………………………………….
While the journey should have taken him at least 5 hours, Sam wasn’t complaining at Bobby’s early arrival.
Bobby couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the pink crazed Dean busy licking, kissing and crooning to his beloved lollipop. He kept staring at the gorgeous sight for a few minutes before noticing certain strange marks on Dean’s neck.
He leaned in to get a closer look and realised that they were like some strange nibbling scratches running down the whole length of Dean’s neck, except that they were bright green, laced with an unnatural shade of pink.
obby looked up at Sam and asked in an exasperated voice.
“Where the hell did he get those from?”
Sam looked at the scratches confused. He had seen those before, the pink poodle had given a tough fight before Dean could subdue the creature and put bullets in it. But he was pretty sure that no way had they been that prominent or that green.
“I think he got those from the poodle shape shifter.”Sam replied.
“The poodle… what??”
“The shape shifter, which we had been hunting in this town. It was a crazy thing you know. It entered a jewellery showroom wearing a hot cheerleader and waving her overly big pink pom- poms, robbed the store of all its pink sparklies and then mutilated its owner by stuffing gems n rubies down poor shmuck’s throat. We have no idea what it did over the next couple of weeks but it finally ended up turning into a pink poodle, clawing a certain tailor to his death. Apparently the helper in the shop thought that the poodle was glaring at his master since the time he started cutting a baby pink cloth to make a corset for his daughter. That’s when we caught with it and Dean emptied several silver bullets into the creature’s heart and well.. in rest of its body parts.”
Sam waited for some kind of reaction from Bobby. When all that the old man did was stare blankly at him, he reached for his bear bottle and took a long gulp.
“Sam I think I know what we are dealing with. I had my doubts about this theory but your story sort of lends credibility to it.”Bobby said in a I-don’t-believe-this-is-happening voice.
“What are you talking about Bobby?” Sam asked taking another swig of his beer.
“What I am saying is that your brother Sam was bitten by a pink pixie.”
Sam sprayed the beer all over the table and down his clothes and went into a nasty coughing fit.
…………………………………………………………………………………..
“You are kidding right?” Sam asked hopefully, after he was finished with coughing his lungs out.
Bobby simply stared back at the younger Winchester.
“So you are not kidding. Brilliant amazing! Wait.. What you mean to say, is that Dean here got a pixie bite? And he may… what die? Turn psycho? Keep chewing that pink lolly for the rest of his life?”
obby opened a beer can for himself and motioned for Sam to sit. He needed to tutor the boy on this pixie creature.
“When you chuckle heads ran into those group of fairies a few months back, I hit the books, the net, trying my best to catch up on the lore and sieve through all that mumbo jumbo to find something useful. Well as it would happen; much of the theories, the depictions just made me stock up on Tylenol like a crazy man, but there was this mention of a creature time and again that appeared somewhat legitimate. Pixies, the lore says were basically the off springs of a cherub and a fairy. Thus they have power to walk on both dimensions without needing any sort of permission from anybody. Mostly these folks live on their motherland but sometimes they get bored or well crazy and end up here. They are often obsessed with a certain object to the extent that they would brutally murder any being if they found it guilty of disrespecting that concerned object. They have the powers of shape shifters without any need to shed all that skin and be gooey. Also like shape shifters they could be killed by silver but you already know that.”
Bobby looked at Sam as he paused for a breath.
The kid was sitting on the moth ridden couch clutching his head.
Bobby sighed and continued.
“I am pretty sure our pixie was crazy about pink.”
“You think?” Sam muttered.
“Sam these things are poisonous. They could infect their prey with any sort of crazy with one single nibble and Dean’s neck is pretty much completely scratched.”
“So you are indeed saying that my brother has become a lollipop junky after being infected by a pink pixie?”
“No Sam. What I am saying is that we have 67 hours before your brother turns into a pink pixie himself.”
Sam looked at Bobby disbelievingly. By this point he almost expected Dean to jump out of the damm bathroom and say that this all had been a big silly joke. When nothing of that sort happened for the next few minutes, Sam accepted Bobby’s Theory a little reluctantly.
He wasn’t sure as to what was crueler.
Losing his brother just a few weeks after gaining his soul back?
Or
Losing his brother because the said “brother” was going to turn into a pink pixie.
…………………………………….