Supernatural drabble: What Should Never Be
Spoilers: for 2.20 (What Is and What Should Never Be).
Disclaimer: All hail Kripke, Keeper of Supernatural.
Summary: this is a retake of Dean's marvelous mowing the lawn moment.
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Dean cut a line of grass and wrenched the lawnmower around. And sniffled. And snorted. And wrinkled his nose.
"hr'uhschh!" He hardly knew he was sneezing until the event was over. But then it occured again. "hr'uhhschh!" And again. "hrr'uhhsch!" And once more. "HR'UHSschh!"
He paused mowing the lawn to saw his hand under his nose and twist a fist into his eye. And to sneeze. "H'uschh!" Once, or maybe four times. "h-h-HR'uhsch! Hrr'russchh! HRR'RUUSHHHoo!"
Dean resumed mowing the lawn, but he didn't think his break had improved his condition. Indeed, he was now sniffling with every step, which was making him sneeze--"hrr'uhhschhh!"--every two steps. And his eyes were welling up worse than ever, making the ground blur before him. He really had to stop again before he ran over one of his mother's flower beds. Also, so he could sneeze, oh, maybe ten times.
Dean was seriously tempted by now to abandon his self appointed lawnmowing task, but he couldn't leave his not-dead-mother's lawn half done. Dean just prayed that no hot chicks were peeping out their windows at him and that Carmen didn't show up. Dean wiped his eyes under the pretense of dabbing sweat from his forehead.
Dean didn't know why this demonic itch wouldn't leave him alone. Surely the fifty--"hr'uhssch!"--or fifty-one sneezes that had shuddered his frame should have unseated it. But no. Dean was now jolting with a sneeze--"h'uhsshhh!"--or sometimes two--"hr'ussch! h-H'uhschh!"--with every step he took
The only upside was that the lawn looked awesome in the blurry glimpses he saw of it between sneezes. He hoped it really looked as spectacular as it did through his slip sliding vision.
Dean had paused to bite out a flurry of sneezes--"H'UHSsch! h'uhssh! h'rr'HRRUHSCHhh! hrr'uhhschhh! hr'ussshh!"--when the lawnmower went mute. His head raised and his mouth opened to say "sonofabitch," but the glare of the sun caught in Dean's eyes and he reeled to the side with another "H-UHSshch! hrr'usshoo! h'rsschh!"
"I could hear you inside," his mother said. A cool hand cupped his face. "I thought you would have remembered to take your Benedryl after the last time you tried to mow the lawn."
Disclaimer: All hail Kripke, Keeper of Supernatural.
Summary: this is a retake of Dean's marvelous mowing the lawn moment.
***
Dean cut a line of grass and wrenched the lawnmower around. And sniffled. And snorted. And wrinkled his nose.
"hr'uhschh!" He hardly knew he was sneezing until the event was over. But then it occured again. "hr'uhhschh!" And again. "hrr'uhhsch!" And once more. "HR'UHSschh!"
He paused mowing the lawn to saw his hand under his nose and twist a fist into his eye. And to sneeze. "H'uschh!" Once, or maybe four times. "h-h-HR'uhsch! Hrr'russchh! HRR'RUUSHHHoo!"
Dean resumed mowing the lawn, but he didn't think his break had improved his condition. Indeed, he was now sniffling with every step, which was making him sneeze--"hrr'uhhschhh!"--every two steps. And his eyes were welling up worse than ever, making the ground blur before him. He really had to stop again before he ran over one of his mother's flower beds. Also, so he could sneeze, oh, maybe ten times.
Dean was seriously tempted by now to abandon his self appointed lawnmowing task, but he couldn't leave his not-dead-mother's lawn half done. Dean just prayed that no hot chicks were peeping out their windows at him and that Carmen didn't show up. Dean wiped his eyes under the pretense of dabbing sweat from his forehead.
Dean didn't know why this demonic itch wouldn't leave him alone. Surely the fifty--"hr'uhssch!"--or fifty-one sneezes that had shuddered his frame should have unseated it. But no. Dean was now jolting with a sneeze--"h'uhsshhh!"--or sometimes two--"hr'ussch! h-H'uhschh!"--with every step he took
The only upside was that the lawn looked awesome in the blurry glimpses he saw of it between sneezes. He hoped it really looked as spectacular as it did through his slip sliding vision.
Dean had paused to bite out a flurry of sneezes--"H'UHSsch! h'uhssh! h'rr'HRRUHSCHhh! hrr'uhhschhh! hr'ussshh!"--when the lawnmower went mute. His head raised and his mouth opened to say "sonofabitch," but the glare of the sun caught in Dean's eyes and he reeled to the side with another "H-UHSshch! hrr'usshoo! h'rsschh!"
"I could hear you inside," his mother said. A cool hand cupped his face. "I thought you would have remembered to take your Benedryl after the last time you tried to mow the lawn."