Ficlet: The End of the Internet | SPN | Sam, Dean | PG-13 | 1/1
Title: The End of the Internet
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Dean (no Wincest? O_O I can't believe it, either!)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 238
Summary: Sam's seen it all.
Disclaimer: Kripke and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Born of boredom. Sheesh. Now why won't the muses I *need* talk to me?
The End of the Internet
Afternoon sun shining through the curtains of the run-down motel, Dean eating a greasy burger and watching a rerun of some old comedy, Sam busily clicking away on his laptop at the little table by the window, it was just another Winchester-brand day. No particular hunt to be on, no research yielding anything of importance, no ghosts or vampires or demons to send packing. Nope, just a boring afternoon in a boring little town with nothing particular to be doing.
Which was how Sam came to straighten up from his computer and slide back in his chair. "Huh," he said to himself, brow furrowed.
"'Sup?" Dean asked around a mouthful of burger from over on the old, beat up couch, his eyes flicking to his brother.
"I... I think I found the end of the internet. There's... nothing left." His right eye twitched as he finished; clearly, he'd seen it all. Everything from local news reports to fan fiction to cat macros to the entirety of Wikipedia. And wasn't that a feat.
Dean chuckled after swallowing, gracing Sam with a mischievous leer. "Nah, you haven't checked out all the porn sites yet."
Sam's eye twitched again. "You're absolutely rotten, you know that?" Standing, he reached for his jacket. "I think I'm gonna take a walk."
"A walk? Man, you have seen everything on the internet, haven't you?"
Heaving a groan, the younger brother headed out. He couldn't believe it, either.
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Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Dean (no Wincest? O_O I can't believe it, either!)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 238
Summary: Sam's seen it all.
Disclaimer: Kripke and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Born of boredom. Sheesh. Now why won't the muses I *need* talk to me?
The End of the Internet
Afternoon sun shining through the curtains of the run-down motel, Dean eating a greasy burger and watching a rerun of some old comedy, Sam busily clicking away on his laptop at the little table by the window, it was just another Winchester-brand day. No particular hunt to be on, no research yielding anything of importance, no ghosts or vampires or demons to send packing. Nope, just a boring afternoon in a boring little town with nothing particular to be doing.
Which was how Sam came to straighten up from his computer and slide back in his chair. "Huh," he said to himself, brow furrowed.
"'Sup?" Dean asked around a mouthful of burger from over on the old, beat up couch, his eyes flicking to his brother.
"I... I think I found the end of the internet. There's... nothing left." His right eye twitched as he finished; clearly, he'd seen it all. Everything from local news reports to fan fiction to cat macros to the entirety of Wikipedia. And wasn't that a feat.
Dean chuckled after swallowing, gracing Sam with a mischievous leer. "Nah, you haven't checked out all the porn sites yet."
Sam's eye twitched again. "You're absolutely rotten, you know that?" Standing, he reached for his jacket. "I think I'm gonna take a walk."
"A walk? Man, you have seen everything on the internet, haven't you?"
Heaving a groan, the younger brother headed out. He couldn't believe it, either.
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