Fanfic: BAB Alert (prompt fill)
Title: BAB Alert
Author: wayward_idjit
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Dean/Jenna (implied)
Rating: G/PG
Word Count: 758
Disclaimer: This thing, whatever it is, is something that I've done but its origins' rights don't belong in any way to me. Hate the concepts? Don't blame the owner - blame me!
Summary: Not that busty, not so Asian, but she sure is a beauty.
Author's notes: I wrote this as a part of Team Dean's wishlist, for the prompt tifaching suggested. The fic hasn't gone the way I initially thought it would, but it's done and now it's here. Hope you like it! :)
They're sitting inside a beat-down restaurant, Dean munching his bacon cheeseburger and sending Sam's salad and small sandwich mocking looks. They haven't been on a hunt for three days, which is long enough for them to feel a little good about themselves.
They also don't have big fights about each other's destiny, but little ones, over things like who gets in the shower and takes all the warm water with him, or who steals the other's cookie without him noticing.
"You know what I've never told you before, Sammy?"
Sam, to be honest, isn't sure he's going to like where this is heading, but just sighs. "What? And it's Sam."
"Yeah, whatever. So, I've made a list three years back where I wrote all the things I want to accomplish before my time's over.
Y'know, eat three good pies in a row without having someone take it away from me by announcing there's a monster a 1,000 miles down the road for me to catch and kill. That's an important one. Um, go to a Zeppelin show - too bad they never re-united, that was one of things on the list, too - stuff like that." Dean grins. "Last night I ticked off something. The list's really starting to narrow down."
Sam doesn't know what to sat to that.
Dean looks at his brother after he puts the remainders of the bacon cheeseburger on the plate. "Aren't you curious what happened yesterday?"
"Not really."
"Dude, I can tell when you lie."
Sam nods. "Good, 'cause I'm not lying."
"And still."
Sam raises his hands. "Okay, I give up. What the heck happened yesterday that was important enough to make it to your precious little list?"
Dean licks around his mouth for crumbs and smiles. "Last night, while you were sleeping, safe 'n' sound, I wanted some fresh air; because Christ, couldn't you open a fucking window? I was practically melting, man!"
"You should've opened a fucking window; I was too busy sleeping safe 'n' sound."
Dean thinks about that for two seconds. "Okay, snob. Anyway, I went out, took Baby -" Sam rolls his eyes "- and just drove for a bit around town. Then I remembered you'd asked me to get you some bandages and Advil pills and tampons and whatnot, and I haven't bought them yet, so I drove to the drugstore. I walk in, first thing my eye catches?"
"A depressed hot teenager searching for a pregnancy test?"
Dean's surprised. "Almost." His smile widens. "Better."
"Gee, what on earth could be better than that?" He asks sarcastically.
"A Busty Asian Beauty searching for a pregnancy test." Dean's voice is excited; Sam half-expects him to squeal.
Sam picks at his salad and doesn't remove his eyes from Dean's face. "What the hell?"
"My exact second thought," Dean said. "The first one being, 'not that busty, not so Asian, but she sure is a beauty.' I think I've seen her here and there in a couple of magazine photoshoots."
"Yeah, and?" Sam won't ever admit it, but, like, ever, if someone asked, but he feels sort of, kind of, interested.
"She was wearing this red shirt and a short black skirt. So I thought, 'I can totally hit that' and went ahead to talk to her."
"And?" Sam's salad lies forgotten.
"Apparently, she used to be on BAB, only then she got fired because she told them she might be pregnant. They don't really tolerate this stuff. She was pretty certain, but had to be sure. Her name's, ah... I want to say Darcy?" He scratches his head, pulls out a folded piece of paper and then corrects himself. "Jenna. Yeah."
Sam snorts. "Is she pregnant?" He asks because, joking aside, he doesn't think Dean can or wants to deal with a girl that has another human being growing inside her.
"Nope." Dean's tone is satisfied. "The test came out negative."
"So you got her number?" It's clear from his brother's everything, but he asks anyway.
"Hell yeah. That's what a guy deserves after offering her comfort and having to repeat 'they're just assholes who don't respect you, honey' a hundred times."
"And you'll call her?"
"Busty Asian Beauty, Sammy."
"It's Sam!"
Dean ignores his brother. "One of the things on my list is 'GET BROTHER 2 SHUT THE FUCK UP'. Don't think I'm not gonna make that happen."
Sam takes a bite of his sandwich. "How exactly, Smartass?"
Dean shrugs, an evil grin stretching on his face. "Puttin' somethin' in your fancy bread would be a start."