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saoneTitle: Trunk-ated
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saone77
Summary: Like Dean could resist messing around with Sam when he was like that.
Pairings: Dean/Sam... kinda
Rating: PG
Word Count: 694
Spoilers: Changing Channels
Notes: Pure crack. Written for this prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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In the dark parts of Dean's mind he thinks it's a little ironic that Sam's Lucifer's chosen vessel, since Dean's always felt like he has a bit of the devil in him.
The oil's right where he left it. Dean reaches for it, but before he can grasp the ancient jug Sam's voice comes over the radio again.
"Could you maybe hurry it up?"
"What's your problem?" Dean smirks. "Besides the obvious."
"My problem," even digitized, or pixelated, or what-the-hell-ever, the bitchiness in Sam's voice still shines through, "is that I'm not exactly comfortable with my brother digging around in what is the equivalent of my ass, okay?!"
Dean rears back. He hadn't thought of it like that, but now that the idea's in his head he can't help but grin. He won't play too long - they have a theory to test, and a possible winged dickhead to trap - but a couple of extra minutes shouldn't hurt things. There's always time for torturing Sam's sense of propriety.
"Sorry, man," Dean says, schooling his voice into something actually resembling remorse. "I could have sworn I put it beside the extra flasks of holy water."
"You can't find it?" Sam's voice raises an octave.
"It's here, I'm sure. I just might have to..." Dean pauses, drawing it out for maximum effect, "move some things."
"Goddammit."
Dean bites back a snicker and starts carefully rummaging around the trunk. The Winchesters have accumulated a lot of stuff over the years, but Dean has always kept things fairly well organized, and Sam knows that, so he can't bluff for long. He'll have to make the best of the time he has.
"It's gotta be in here," he says. "Cas would have told me if he was taking it." He paws past the extra ammunition, and some dusty looking books that Bobby had lent them last time they visited. "Maybe those potholes we went through outside of Philly knocked some stuff around?"
Finally Dean's found the very bottom of the trunk. He let his fingers brush over the lining.
Sam yelps. "Dean!"
"What, dude, I'm looking." Somehow Dean manages to stifle any laughter as his questing fingers explore more of Sam's... interior. He leans in further, the top half of his body almost disappearing into the open trunk. He's pretty sure he hears a whimper, but Dean's so deep, things are kind of muffled.
"Hey, I found... no, wait, that's not it." Dean rummages a bit more, putting more of his weight into the car, letting his feet come off the ground as he practically climbs inside. "Dude, I found a knife I've been missing for, like, four years!" He really did. Cool.
"Dean!" Sam must have turned the radio all the way up. The vibrations from his voice shake the car. "Get the hell out of there."
All good things come to an end, Dean thinks as he shimmies out of the darkness and finds his footing. "Yeesh, why you gotta be such a bitch? I hate to say it man, but you don't have anything I haven't seen before, like every single time I pack the car."
"Shut. Up.
Dean runs his fingers over the sun-warmed metal. "Guess I can't call you a tight ass anymore, huh?"
"Oh, my God, shut up!"
"It's almost like you have a lock and I have a key."
"I will run over your foot, I swear." Sam punctuates that statement by revving his engine, shifting into reverse, and backing up just enough that his bumper hits Dean's legs.
"Fine!" Dean jumps backwards. "Christ. You wouldn't think Detroit steel would be so damn sensitive. Oh look," Dean says quickly, before Sam gets a chance to argue, or mow him down, "there it is." He reaches in and grabs the holy oil.
"Good," Sam says. "Make the circle, and then close my damn lid. Oh, and Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"Once we're out of danger, and back at the motel, don't think there won't be payback for this little stunt."
"Just as long as you repay me in kind, Sam." Dean grins as Sam's headlights flare bright for a moment. Huh. Who knew cars could blush?
Author:
saone77Summary: Like Dean could resist messing around with Sam when he was like that.
Pairings: Dean/Sam... kinda
Rating: PG
Word Count: 694
Spoilers: Changing Channels
Notes: Pure crack. Written for this prompt at
blindfold_spn.In the dark parts of Dean's mind he thinks it's a little ironic that Sam's Lucifer's chosen vessel, since Dean's always felt like he has a bit of the devil in him.
The oil's right where he left it. Dean reaches for it, but before he can grasp the ancient jug Sam's voice comes over the radio again.
"Could you maybe hurry it up?"
"What's your problem?" Dean smirks. "Besides the obvious."
"My problem," even digitized, or pixelated, or what-the-hell-ever, the bitchiness in Sam's voice still shines through, "is that I'm not exactly comfortable with my brother digging around in what is the equivalent of my ass, okay?!"
Dean rears back. He hadn't thought of it like that, but now that the idea's in his head he can't help but grin. He won't play too long - they have a theory to test, and a possible winged dickhead to trap - but a couple of extra minutes shouldn't hurt things. There's always time for torturing Sam's sense of propriety.
"Sorry, man," Dean says, schooling his voice into something actually resembling remorse. "I could have sworn I put it beside the extra flasks of holy water."
"You can't find it?" Sam's voice raises an octave.
"It's here, I'm sure. I just might have to..." Dean pauses, drawing it out for maximum effect, "move some things."
"Goddammit."
Dean bites back a snicker and starts carefully rummaging around the trunk. The Winchesters have accumulated a lot of stuff over the years, but Dean has always kept things fairly well organized, and Sam knows that, so he can't bluff for long. He'll have to make the best of the time he has.
"It's gotta be in here," he says. "Cas would have told me if he was taking it." He paws past the extra ammunition, and some dusty looking books that Bobby had lent them last time they visited. "Maybe those potholes we went through outside of Philly knocked some stuff around?"
Finally Dean's found the very bottom of the trunk. He let his fingers brush over the lining.
Sam yelps. "Dean!"
"What, dude, I'm looking." Somehow Dean manages to stifle any laughter as his questing fingers explore more of Sam's... interior. He leans in further, the top half of his body almost disappearing into the open trunk. He's pretty sure he hears a whimper, but Dean's so deep, things are kind of muffled.
"Hey, I found... no, wait, that's not it." Dean rummages a bit more, putting more of his weight into the car, letting his feet come off the ground as he practically climbs inside. "Dude, I found a knife I've been missing for, like, four years!" He really did. Cool.
"Dean!" Sam must have turned the radio all the way up. The vibrations from his voice shake the car. "Get the hell out of there."
All good things come to an end, Dean thinks as he shimmies out of the darkness and finds his footing. "Yeesh, why you gotta be such a bitch? I hate to say it man, but you don't have anything I haven't seen before, like every single time I pack the car."
"Shut. Up.
Dean runs his fingers over the sun-warmed metal. "Guess I can't call you a tight ass anymore, huh?"
"Oh, my God, shut up!"
"It's almost like you have a lock and I have a key."
"I will run over your foot, I swear." Sam punctuates that statement by revving his engine, shifting into reverse, and backing up just enough that his bumper hits Dean's legs.
"Fine!" Dean jumps backwards. "Christ. You wouldn't think Detroit steel would be so damn sensitive. Oh look," Dean says quickly, before Sam gets a chance to argue, or mow him down, "there it is." He reaches in and grabs the holy oil.
"Good," Sam says. "Make the circle, and then close my damn lid. Oh, and Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"Once we're out of danger, and back at the motel, don't think there won't be payback for this little stunt."
"Just as long as you repay me in kind, Sam." Dean grins as Sam's headlights flare bright for a moment. Huh. Who knew cars could blush?
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Date: 2010-07-22 07:10 am (UTC)Heh. MY BROTHER, THE CAR. Loved it! (btw thanks for not including the tailpipe *g*)
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Date: 2010-07-22 06:00 pm (UTC)I actually didn't even think about that... and now I can't unthink it.
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Date: 2010-07-22 06:01 pm (UTC)You're welcome!! :cackles evilly, disappears in cloud of smoke:
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:39 am (UTC)That's for sure. ;) Glad you liked it.
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