Fic: Downtime with the Winchesters
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spn_summergenTitle: Downtime with the Winchesters
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avon_09
Recipient:kimonkey7
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Author's Notes: I played a little with canon. I know Sam can swim.
Summary: In the beginning there were two brothers who occasionally got some time off. A short play through the first half of season 1.
1.1
Sam gave the menu a disgusted glance. “Why are you still eating this shit?”
Dean paused just as he was about to take a bite out of a large double bacon cheeseburger. “Fuel for the soul, Sammy, fuel for the soul.”
“It’s Sam and haven’t you ever heard of vegetables?”
“Killed them three hunts back – or was it zombies? Always get them mixed up.” Dean mumbled, spraying crumbs over the table.
Rolling his eyes, Sam dabbed at the mess with a napkin. “God knows what your arteries will look like in ten years time.”
Dean shrugged. “Think cholesterol will be the least of my worries.”
~//~
1.2
Sam turned the map upside down, trying to block out his brother’s snort. He’d finally persuaded Dean that it wouldn’t kill him to drag himself into the 21st century and use a GPS system and now they were lost.
Lost in the woods. Oh joy.
~//~
1.3
“Now you tell me?”
“Dean, you’re my brother. You should remember that sort of thing.”
Sam watched in amazement as Dean flushed and toed at the ground in front of him.
“M’sorry. Shoulda taught you when you were younger.”
Sam punched him lightly on the arm. “When we’re done here, okay? And definitely not where there are any evil spirits. What?” He looked at Dean suspiciously as a definite gleam entered Dean’s eyes.
“Don’t worry little brother. I’ll teach you to swim and I’m sure we can find you pretty pink floaties to go with your trunks.”
~//~
1.4
“And breathe…
“And relax…
“And breathe…
“And relax…”
“You tell me to breathe one more time, so help me God, Sammy, I’ll tear your head off.”
Sam opened his eyes to see his brother sitting in front of him with clenched fists. He sighed and got to his feet. Maybe yoga wasn’t the best way to help Dean get over his fear of flying.
~//~
1.5
Dean looked up as Sam left the bathroom. He squinted at him and pointed at his cheek. “You missed a bit there.”
Sam touched his fingers to where Dean was pointing. “Damn.”
He went back into the bathroom and dug his razor out of his shaving kit.
“At some point you’re going to have to start looking in the mirror again.” Dean said.
Sam looked up, expecting to see that Dean was mocking him. He was surprised to see the understanding expression on his face. “I know, I know. It’s just…I keep expecting to see her… looking back at me.”
Dean patted him awkwardly. “Tomorrow, we’ll shave together…” At Sam’s relieved nod he continued. “And then we’ll never, ever talk about it again.”
~//~
Desperate for the bathroom, Dean burst through the door of the motel, shedding the takeout coffee cups and their dinner onto a small table.
He stopped short just inside the bathroom doorway.
“Huh! Awkward!” and backed out, shutting the door behind him.
~//~
1.6
Sam looked up as his brother flung himself into the car. “Where’s the coffee?”
They had stopped in a small town for parts for the Impala and found themselves stuck for a couple of days while the parts were ordered. Sam bore Dean’s rant about backwater repair shops with patience and fortitude. In other words he ignored it.
Dean shoved the car into reverse and making a quick maneuver, he took off down the street so fast it left rubber on the road.
“Dude, what’s going on?”
“Local sheriff took an interest in my face. Decided to leave before he got too excited about it.”
“So no coffee then.”
“Well done, Sammy, very perceptive. All those years at Stanford weren’t a waste. No coffee today.”
Sam decided to ignore the sarcasm. “What about the car? Doesn’t it need the belt thingie to go on the doodah?”
The moment the words came out of his mouth he knew he’d made a mistake. It wasn’t so much that Dean loved his car… no, scrap that, Dean treated the Impala like his wife/mother/mistress all rolled up in one shiny, black coat. He certainly had never treated any woman with such respect.
“Does it need a belt thingie to go on the doodah?” Dean repeated slowly. “Why yes, I do believe it does. Perhaps you would like to go back and ask the nice Mr. Repairman for the belt thingie that goes on the doodah.”
“Uh no. I think I’ll leave that to you, Dean.”
Dean patted the steering wheel. “My baby’s going to last a bit longer, aren’t you, sweetheart? Just until the next town.” he crooned.
“Are you sure…?”
“Are you doubting my baby?”
~//~
“So the belt thingie broke?”
~//~
1.8
“And make you sure you use Tide instead of that cheap shit. It always makes my skin itch.”
Sam gritted his teeth as he continued to turn the dirty clothes out of the bag. It was typical that his brother turned out to be a backseat laundry driver.
He took a deep breath before he made what he thought was a sensible suggestion. “If you’re such a sensitive princess why don’t you do the laundry, Dean? Just in case I get it wrong.”
His brother looked at him as if he were insane. “I did all the driving. Only fair you do some of the work.”
Shoving the last of the bug-infested darks into the machine, Sam said “I would be happy to share the driving – just to give you a break.”
Dean didn’t bother to look up from the local paper. “Nice try. Not gonna happen. Says here a woman’s been harassed by a naked female ghost with huge bazookas. Sounds like one for us.”
~//~
1.9
“Time we left, Dean.”
“I know, Sammy. Just give me a minute.”
Dean stayed on his haunches as Sam backed away. He blinked rapidly, his eyes feeling gritty and sore. Reaching out to the gravestone in front of him, he couldn’t quite bring himself to touch it.
“I’ll look after him, Mom, I promise.”
~//~
1.10
The waitress came over with the coffee pot.
“What can I get you, boys? The pies are good.”
Sam glanced briefly at the menu. “Apple or cherry pie?”
Dean shuddered. “Think I’ll have pancakes, thanks.”
“Apple Pie for me. Thank you.” Sam handed the menu back to the waitress with a smile. “So, no pie. Are you feeling alright?”
“The last time I saw people offered good pie I ended up as the sacrificial lamb for a bunch of twigs. Be a long while until I can look pie in the face.”
The waitress placed the plates of pancakes and apple pie on the table. Dean leaned over and stabbed his fork into Sam’s pie. Sam watched open-mouthed as his brother ate a large mouthful.
“You just said…”
“That was before I saw the pie, Sammy. This is good pie.
~//~
1.12
Sam watched as the knuckles of Dean’s hands bled white around the steering wheel. His brother hadn’t spoken for miles.
“So Dad looked well.” he said mildly.
“Yeah.”
“Perhaps he…”
Dean looked over briefly but he didn’t release his death grip on the steering wheel. “Where’s he been? When we needed him, where the hell was he?”
Sam shrugged. “Trusting us to do our job. Dean.”
Author:
avon_09Recipient:
kimonkey7Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Author's Notes: I played a little with canon. I know Sam can swim.
Summary: In the beginning there were two brothers who occasionally got some time off. A short play through the first half of season 1.
1.1
Sam gave the menu a disgusted glance. “Why are you still eating this shit?”
Dean paused just as he was about to take a bite out of a large double bacon cheeseburger. “Fuel for the soul, Sammy, fuel for the soul.”
“It’s Sam and haven’t you ever heard of vegetables?”
“Killed them three hunts back – or was it zombies? Always get them mixed up.” Dean mumbled, spraying crumbs over the table.
Rolling his eyes, Sam dabbed at the mess with a napkin. “God knows what your arteries will look like in ten years time.”
Dean shrugged. “Think cholesterol will be the least of my worries.”
~//~
1.2
Sam turned the map upside down, trying to block out his brother’s snort. He’d finally persuaded Dean that it wouldn’t kill him to drag himself into the 21st century and use a GPS system and now they were lost.
Lost in the woods. Oh joy.
~//~
1.3
“Now you tell me?”
“Dean, you’re my brother. You should remember that sort of thing.”
Sam watched in amazement as Dean flushed and toed at the ground in front of him.
“M’sorry. Shoulda taught you when you were younger.”
Sam punched him lightly on the arm. “When we’re done here, okay? And definitely not where there are any evil spirits. What?” He looked at Dean suspiciously as a definite gleam entered Dean’s eyes.
“Don’t worry little brother. I’ll teach you to swim and I’m sure we can find you pretty pink floaties to go with your trunks.”
~//~
1.4
“And breathe…
“And relax…
“And breathe…
“And relax…”
“You tell me to breathe one more time, so help me God, Sammy, I’ll tear your head off.”
Sam opened his eyes to see his brother sitting in front of him with clenched fists. He sighed and got to his feet. Maybe yoga wasn’t the best way to help Dean get over his fear of flying.
~//~
1.5
Dean looked up as Sam left the bathroom. He squinted at him and pointed at his cheek. “You missed a bit there.”
Sam touched his fingers to where Dean was pointing. “Damn.”
He went back into the bathroom and dug his razor out of his shaving kit.
“At some point you’re going to have to start looking in the mirror again.” Dean said.
Sam looked up, expecting to see that Dean was mocking him. He was surprised to see the understanding expression on his face. “I know, I know. It’s just…I keep expecting to see her… looking back at me.”
Dean patted him awkwardly. “Tomorrow, we’ll shave together…” At Sam’s relieved nod he continued. “And then we’ll never, ever talk about it again.”
~//~
Desperate for the bathroom, Dean burst through the door of the motel, shedding the takeout coffee cups and their dinner onto a small table.
He stopped short just inside the bathroom doorway.
“Huh! Awkward!” and backed out, shutting the door behind him.
~//~
1.6
Sam looked up as his brother flung himself into the car. “Where’s the coffee?”
They had stopped in a small town for parts for the Impala and found themselves stuck for a couple of days while the parts were ordered. Sam bore Dean’s rant about backwater repair shops with patience and fortitude. In other words he ignored it.
Dean shoved the car into reverse and making a quick maneuver, he took off down the street so fast it left rubber on the road.
“Dude, what’s going on?”
“Local sheriff took an interest in my face. Decided to leave before he got too excited about it.”
“So no coffee then.”
“Well done, Sammy, very perceptive. All those years at Stanford weren’t a waste. No coffee today.”
Sam decided to ignore the sarcasm. “What about the car? Doesn’t it need the belt thingie to go on the doodah?”
The moment the words came out of his mouth he knew he’d made a mistake. It wasn’t so much that Dean loved his car… no, scrap that, Dean treated the Impala like his wife/mother/mistress all rolled up in one shiny, black coat. He certainly had never treated any woman with such respect.
“Does it need a belt thingie to go on the doodah?” Dean repeated slowly. “Why yes, I do believe it does. Perhaps you would like to go back and ask the nice Mr. Repairman for the belt thingie that goes on the doodah.”
“Uh no. I think I’ll leave that to you, Dean.”
Dean patted the steering wheel. “My baby’s going to last a bit longer, aren’t you, sweetheart? Just until the next town.” he crooned.
“Are you sure…?”
“Are you doubting my baby?”
~//~
“So the belt thingie broke?”
~//~
1.8
“And make you sure you use Tide instead of that cheap shit. It always makes my skin itch.”
Sam gritted his teeth as he continued to turn the dirty clothes out of the bag. It was typical that his brother turned out to be a backseat laundry driver.
He took a deep breath before he made what he thought was a sensible suggestion. “If you’re such a sensitive princess why don’t you do the laundry, Dean? Just in case I get it wrong.”
His brother looked at him as if he were insane. “I did all the driving. Only fair you do some of the work.”
Shoving the last of the bug-infested darks into the machine, Sam said “I would be happy to share the driving – just to give you a break.”
Dean didn’t bother to look up from the local paper. “Nice try. Not gonna happen. Says here a woman’s been harassed by a naked female ghost with huge bazookas. Sounds like one for us.”
~//~
1.9
“Time we left, Dean.”
“I know, Sammy. Just give me a minute.”
Dean stayed on his haunches as Sam backed away. He blinked rapidly, his eyes feeling gritty and sore. Reaching out to the gravestone in front of him, he couldn’t quite bring himself to touch it.
“I’ll look after him, Mom, I promise.”
~//~
1.10
The waitress came over with the coffee pot.
“What can I get you, boys? The pies are good.”
Sam glanced briefly at the menu. “Apple or cherry pie?”
Dean shuddered. “Think I’ll have pancakes, thanks.”
“Apple Pie for me. Thank you.” Sam handed the menu back to the waitress with a smile. “So, no pie. Are you feeling alright?”
“The last time I saw people offered good pie I ended up as the sacrificial lamb for a bunch of twigs. Be a long while until I can look pie in the face.”
The waitress placed the plates of pancakes and apple pie on the table. Dean leaned over and stabbed his fork into Sam’s pie. Sam watched open-mouthed as his brother ate a large mouthful.
“You just said…”
“That was before I saw the pie, Sammy. This is good pie.
~//~
1.12
Sam watched as the knuckles of Dean’s hands bled white around the steering wheel. His brother hadn’t spoken for miles.
“So Dad looked well.” he said mildly.
“Yeah.”
“Perhaps he…”
Dean looked over briefly but he didn’t release his death grip on the steering wheel. “Where’s he been? When we needed him, where the hell was he?”
Sam shrugged. “Trusting us to do our job. Dean.”
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