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Really, really should not be allowed to write when I haven't had enough sleep.
This isn't the one that was originally in my head, but this is the one that had to be written.
I don't know why. Don't ask questions like that.
The one in my head involved blood and sex and magic.
Instead we have humor.
Yeah, I don't get it either.
Title: Say It
Fandom: Supernatural
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Rating: G
WARNING: Idiocy
Summary: Sam has a request.
Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural, nor the Brothers Winchester belong to me. I just like playing with other people's toys.
"Come on, dude. Say it."
Dean spared a glare over his shoulder at his brother and shook his head. "Don't be a moron. Help me with this, would you? Why is it that I always have to do all the digging?" He tossed another shovelful of earth, this one in Sam's direction.
Sam eyed the slowly expanding hole with faint curiosity. "You're good at it after all this practice? And it won't kill you to say it."
Another scoop of dirt was tossed and Dean paused to lean on the shovel's handle. "I'm not going to say it, and you need to lay off with this crap. It was mildly entertaining when I was fifteen. And even then I didn't say it. It's... tacky."
Sam's lips quirked into a grin. "You wanted to say it. Admit it." He hopped off the hood of the Impala and reached for the shovel. "I'll dig for a while if you say it."
"You'll dig for a while anyway, it's your turn. I'll go grab the salt." Dean walked away. "And I never wanted to say it. It's stupid."
Sam tossed a shovelful at Dean, hitting him in the back as he retreated. "It's not stupid. It's a classic. You love that movie. You've probably seen it thirty times."
Dean kept walking, not bothering to turn and snarl at his brother. "I was sixteen the last time I saw it. And it's so not a classic. The Shining. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Even Dr. Strangelove. Those are classics. It wasn't even as good as the first one."
Sam smiled and kept on digging. "It was on that channel that plays classic movies. Turner knows better than you what rates as a classic." He paused when the shovel hit something with a clunk. "We're there... the matches are on the dash. Come on, just say it."
Dean reached in the car's open window on his way back with the salt, grabbing a box of wooden matches. "You just don't know when to quit. Turner was the guy who thought colorizing all those old movies was a good idea, too. I don't trust his judgment."
Taking the salt from Dean, Sam sprinkled it over the bones, then stepped back. "Come on, Dean, just say it. I promise never to bug you about it again." His voice took on that coaxing, whining, younger sibling tone that terrified first-born everywhere.
"Christ, Sammy. Fine." He struck the match and tossed it in to the pit, watching as the flames consumed the bones. "'Two in the box, ready to go, we be fast and they be slow!'"
There was silence for a moment, then Sam cracked up, doubling over with laughter. "You know what, you were right." He gasped for air. "That was incredibly lame."
It was a testament to Dean's overwhelming love for his brother that he didn't shove Sam into the burning pit before he stalked away.
This isn't the one that was originally in my head, but this is the one that had to be written.
I don't know why. Don't ask questions like that.
The one in my head involved blood and sex and magic.
Instead we have humor.
Yeah, I don't get it either.
Title: Say It
Fandom: Supernatural
Author:
digital_opiumRating: G
WARNING: Idiocy
Summary: Sam has a request.
Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural, nor the Brothers Winchester belong to me. I just like playing with other people's toys.
"Come on, dude. Say it."
Dean spared a glare over his shoulder at his brother and shook his head. "Don't be a moron. Help me with this, would you? Why is it that I always have to do all the digging?" He tossed another shovelful of earth, this one in Sam's direction.
Sam eyed the slowly expanding hole with faint curiosity. "You're good at it after all this practice? And it won't kill you to say it."
Another scoop of dirt was tossed and Dean paused to lean on the shovel's handle. "I'm not going to say it, and you need to lay off with this crap. It was mildly entertaining when I was fifteen. And even then I didn't say it. It's... tacky."
Sam's lips quirked into a grin. "You wanted to say it. Admit it." He hopped off the hood of the Impala and reached for the shovel. "I'll dig for a while if you say it."
"You'll dig for a while anyway, it's your turn. I'll go grab the salt." Dean walked away. "And I never wanted to say it. It's stupid."
Sam tossed a shovelful at Dean, hitting him in the back as he retreated. "It's not stupid. It's a classic. You love that movie. You've probably seen it thirty times."
Dean kept walking, not bothering to turn and snarl at his brother. "I was sixteen the last time I saw it. And it's so not a classic. The Shining. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Even Dr. Strangelove. Those are classics. It wasn't even as good as the first one."
Sam smiled and kept on digging. "It was on that channel that plays classic movies. Turner knows better than you what rates as a classic." He paused when the shovel hit something with a clunk. "We're there... the matches are on the dash. Come on, just say it."
Dean reached in the car's open window on his way back with the salt, grabbing a box of wooden matches. "You just don't know when to quit. Turner was the guy who thought colorizing all those old movies was a good idea, too. I don't trust his judgment."
Taking the salt from Dean, Sam sprinkled it over the bones, then stepped back. "Come on, Dean, just say it. I promise never to bug you about it again." His voice took on that coaxing, whining, younger sibling tone that terrified first-born everywhere.
"Christ, Sammy. Fine." He struck the match and tossed it in to the pit, watching as the flames consumed the bones. "'Two in the box, ready to go, we be fast and they be slow!'"
There was silence for a moment, then Sam cracked up, doubling over with laughter. "You know what, you were right." He gasped for air. "That was incredibly lame."
It was a testament to Dean's overwhelming love for his brother that he didn't shove Sam into the burning pit before he stalked away.
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(And they let her back in. PH34R T3H WR4TH. Or something.)
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*fears*
Giggling is about the right response here.
I mean, it's not blood and sex, but. It'll do.
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LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!!!
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Have you watched the pilot I sent you?
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So excellent to wake up to! Squee!
Heas kinda boom and um. I want to know where the power of these antibiotics is, as that ow, feel worse? Will be around on and off.
SMOOCH
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Am glad you liked. Even if it wasn't exactly what I meant to write!
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I have a baby sister and I knwo how it is.
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Right there. Says it all. Priceless.
Thanks muchly,
~Ali
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Thanks for the compliment. :D
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great job.
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