fic: schemer [dlm/spn, george/dean, mason, pg]
Title: Schemer
Author: wildalyss
Pairing: Reaper!Dean, Mason, George, George/Dean
Prompt: “How to make money quickly” by thewaughnman
Rating: PG
Word Count: 324
Summary: Dean and Mason plan a get quick rich scheme and annoy George in the process.
Author’s Note: This is part of the Lemonade Series. Possible sequal in the works
Dean Winchester had learned several things as reaper. Most pertained only to reaping the recently deceased but a few pertained to how to survive a life as an undead person, with none other than Mason as his mentor.
While Masons, creative career had been highly illustrated over the past few weeks (and with help from George and Daisy) Dean didn’t seem to mind.
“Dean, pal, buddy, friend” Mason called over as the tall man in the worn leather jacket walked into Der Waffle Haus. Dean chuckled as Mason waved him over. At the table also sat George. For all intensive purposes George and Dean were dating. But not in the strawberry milkshakes and hand holding sort of way. More in the fighting till the death (or un-death?) and angry sex sort of way.
Dean slid into the booth opposite Mason, smirking at George who smiled sarcastically at him and nodded at Mason.
“Anyone into making money?” Mason suggested to his small audience. Dean’s eyes glimmered with mischief.
Mason continued, “Daisy’s on a reap of an old rich man with a very gullible rich son and daughter. I sense a pay-day.”
George snorted. “Remember the last get rich quick scheme? I believe Daisy got arrested and handcuffed to our living room.” George grabbed the water in front of her and took a big gulp.
“So that’s where those handcuffs came from. . .” Dean pondered out loud. The minute those words hit George’s ears the water was spat all over the table. Her face went bright red while Mason made a disgusted face.
“That was way too much information.”
Dean’s boyish smirk never left his face even when George punched him.
“Well in other news, I’m in. What angle do you guys plan on pulling?” As the commotion picked up with the lunch rush at the Der Waffle Haus, Mason and Dean eagerly planned their scheme while George sat by, bored as ever, and listened.
Author: wildalyss
Pairing: Reaper!Dean, Mason, George, George/Dean
Prompt: “How to make money quickly” by thewaughnman
Rating: PG
Word Count: 324
Summary: Dean and Mason plan a get quick rich scheme and annoy George in the process.
Author’s Note: This is part of the Lemonade Series. Possible sequal in the works
Dean Winchester had learned several things as reaper. Most pertained only to reaping the recently deceased but a few pertained to how to survive a life as an undead person, with none other than Mason as his mentor.
While Masons, creative career had been highly illustrated over the past few weeks (and with help from George and Daisy) Dean didn’t seem to mind.
“Dean, pal, buddy, friend” Mason called over as the tall man in the worn leather jacket walked into Der Waffle Haus. Dean chuckled as Mason waved him over. At the table also sat George. For all intensive purposes George and Dean were dating. But not in the strawberry milkshakes and hand holding sort of way. More in the fighting till the death (or un-death?) and angry sex sort of way.
Dean slid into the booth opposite Mason, smirking at George who smiled sarcastically at him and nodded at Mason.
“Anyone into making money?” Mason suggested to his small audience. Dean’s eyes glimmered with mischief.
Mason continued, “Daisy’s on a reap of an old rich man with a very gullible rich son and daughter. I sense a pay-day.”
George snorted. “Remember the last get rich quick scheme? I believe Daisy got arrested and handcuffed to our living room.” George grabbed the water in front of her and took a big gulp.
“So that’s where those handcuffs came from. . .” Dean pondered out loud. The minute those words hit George’s ears the water was spat all over the table. Her face went bright red while Mason made a disgusted face.
“That was way too much information.”
Dean’s boyish smirk never left his face even when George punched him.
“Well in other news, I’m in. What angle do you guys plan on pulling?” As the commotion picked up with the lunch rush at the Der Waffle Haus, Mason and Dean eagerly planned their scheme while George sat by, bored as ever, and listened.