[FIC] Jacked
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write
Pairing or Characters Involved: Dean and Sam
Category: Humor
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Title: Jacked
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the spnland_writing ReImaginated Challenge. I tied for Second and Most Creative for this entry.
“Dude, I’m hungry,” Dean muttered as they made their way through the university’s campus.
“You’re always hungry, Dean,” Sam replied testily.
“Yeah, but this time I’m really hungry. I haven’t had a bite to eat since breakfast.”
“In a little bit, okay?” Sam replied, thinking of the Dean stuffing his face like a freaking chipmunk while they were interviewing the janitor. Gross.
“Dude,” Dean groaned. “I’m dyin’ here.”
“Fine,” Sam rolled his eyes. “I’ll find you something. Just… hold on a minute.”
Sam had always had an exceptional sense of smell and now he used that to his full advantage. There weren’t any fast food places within easy walking distance and he knew Dean would never be satisfied by a candy bar from a vending machine. But where there was a will, there was a way.
He inhaled deeply and caught the scent of something delicious. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was a Philly cheese steak sandwich from Subways. Jackpot.
After a few moments of searching, he was finally able to pinpoint the source of the smell… a Frat boy with dark hair and eyes. As he watched, the Frat boy dumped a Subways cup into a nearby trash can and continued heading in their general direction.
As he neared, the scent intensified. It was now or never. Dean would never shut up about being hungry until he got something to eat. The man was a walking stomach.
Determined, Sam stepped up to the young man.
“Hey, Matt, long time no see! How’re you doing, man?” He gripped the front of the boy’s jacket and swung one hand around his shoulders in what could be interpreted as a very enthusiastic hug. The kid was so taken aback by this sudden display of affection from a total stranger that he failed to notice as Sam slipped his hand into the half-opened backpack.
Yes! His fingers closed upon a wrapped, half-eaten sandwich. With the dexterity that would have done Houdini proud, he lifted the sandwich from the backpack and stuffed it into his pocket as he broke away from the boy, ending the embrace.
“Whoops,” he said, grinning sheepishly, “wrong guy. Sorry, ‘bout that.”
“Uh… the kid managed an awkward smile but made sure to step out of arms reach to avoid any further embarrassment, “no problem. Happens all the time… I guess.”
He hurried away, casting wary glances over his shoulder ever few feet or so. Sighing, Sam headed off in the opposite direction with Dean at his side. When he deemed that they were safe from discovery, he reached into his coat pocket and handed Dean the sandwich.
“Dude, you’re awesome.”
“Don’t mention it. Ever. And I mean that.”
THE END
Pairing or Characters Involved: Dean and Sam
Category: Humor
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Title: Jacked
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the spnland_writing ReImaginated Challenge. I tied for Second and Most Creative for this entry.
“Dude, I’m hungry,” Dean muttered as they made their way through the university’s campus.
“You’re always hungry, Dean,” Sam replied testily.
“Yeah, but this time I’m really hungry. I haven’t had a bite to eat since breakfast.”
“In a little bit, okay?” Sam replied, thinking of the Dean stuffing his face like a freaking chipmunk while they were interviewing the janitor. Gross.
“Dude,” Dean groaned. “I’m dyin’ here.”
“Fine,” Sam rolled his eyes. “I’ll find you something. Just… hold on a minute.”
Sam had always had an exceptional sense of smell and now he used that to his full advantage. There weren’t any fast food places within easy walking distance and he knew Dean would never be satisfied by a candy bar from a vending machine. But where there was a will, there was a way.
He inhaled deeply and caught the scent of something delicious. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was a Philly cheese steak sandwich from Subways. Jackpot.
After a few moments of searching, he was finally able to pinpoint the source of the smell… a Frat boy with dark hair and eyes. As he watched, the Frat boy dumped a Subways cup into a nearby trash can and continued heading in their general direction.
As he neared, the scent intensified. It was now or never. Dean would never shut up about being hungry until he got something to eat. The man was a walking stomach.
Determined, Sam stepped up to the young man.
“Hey, Matt, long time no see! How’re you doing, man?” He gripped the front of the boy’s jacket and swung one hand around his shoulders in what could be interpreted as a very enthusiastic hug. The kid was so taken aback by this sudden display of affection from a total stranger that he failed to notice as Sam slipped his hand into the half-opened backpack.
Yes! His fingers closed upon a wrapped, half-eaten sandwich. With the dexterity that would have done Houdini proud, he lifted the sandwich from the backpack and stuffed it into his pocket as he broke away from the boy, ending the embrace.
“Whoops,” he said, grinning sheepishly, “wrong guy. Sorry, ‘bout that.”
“Uh… the kid managed an awkward smile but made sure to step out of arms reach to avoid any further embarrassment, “no problem. Happens all the time… I guess.”
He hurried away, casting wary glances over his shoulder ever few feet or so. Sighing, Sam headed off in the opposite direction with Dean at his side. When he deemed that they were safe from discovery, he reached into his coat pocket and handed Dean the sandwich.
“Dude, you’re awesome.”
“Don’t mention it. Ever. And I mean that.”
THE END