you'll be leaving in a freakin' ambulance

[piecesofalice]

I have a notebook that I use to write fic in at work. A lot of the unfinished stuff is Supernatural, because I get started on a story and it invariably ends up FAILING IN FACE OF THE AWESOME FIC ALREADY OUT THERE.

And I don't write Wincest, and seem to like OCs, which seems to be a no-no in the fandom.

So, I stick to what I know. Comedy and wangst!

Title: I Guess Things Happen That Way
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Not mine. Kripke, marry me and sign your assests over?



I Guess Things Happen That Way
By Piecesof

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"We're not very sociable." Dean lent forward to switch the Impala off; his brother reading Smart Guy Weekly or some shit and basically ignoring him. "We sleep, eat, fight demons, eat, sleep, read – well, you do – eat, watch porn - "


"You, not me," Sam interjected, not looking up.


"Whatev. I saw you looking." Dean pressed one hand against his eyes, peeking at Sam while punching him with the other. "What I'm getting at, Dorkus, is that we don't have any freakin' fun."


Sam sighed. He ate an Oreo. Stared out the window, then looked back to find Dean still staring at him with his expectant face on.


"You're a stubborn S.O.B."


"You know it!" Bounding out of the car, Dean presented their destination to his brother with a flourish.


Honestly. Truly? Sam peered out the window and still couldn't believe it.


"Gee, Dean. Nowhere, USA."


"Actually, it's Van Buren, Arkansas. And they're having a social gathering tonight to celebrate their yearly Miss Van Buren contest which we are going to be present at, as your atypical tall, dark and handsome strangers."


"Until a demon - "


Dean shouted incomprehensibly.


"No demons! No fighting! We are going into this weapon-free and fancy-free! Two bucks looking for a f-"


"I get it, Dean. I get it."


With Dean singing slightly off-key to Led Zeppelin, with a night of hoe-down good times in their future, the brothers headed into town without a care in the world.


Except Sam, Dean thought. But he always has something on his mind, the big girl.


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Later, when the two of them were standing over the heavily made-up, now-dead body of a demon-infested Miss Van Buren, Sam sighed and turned to his brother.


"Not a word, Sam. Not a fucking word."


So Sam handed his brother the sash proclaiming the demon's beauty queen title, they turned, walked back to the car and never spoke of Van Buren again.



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Fin.

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Comments

[mandysbitch.livejournal.com]

Man - isn't it just like a demon to get in the way of Dean's good time. And you just know it's Sam's fault. Somehow.

Also, "Smart Guy Weekly" - heh heh heh... Sam is such a dorkus.

[piecesofalice.livejournal.com]

You just know Dean tried to hook in with Miss Van Buren-demon before they had to (reluctantly) kill her.

And you just know Dorkus is sad they don't have a fixed address so he can't get his nerd magazines on subscription. Heh.