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dudeimbatman) wrote2009-01-09 01:47 pm
dudeimbatman) wrote2009-01-09 01:47 pm
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst, [Are you gonna drop the bomb or not? ]
[What Happened?]
“Seriously, Sammy, what the hell happened here?” Dean asked as he looked around the hotel room. It looked like something had exploded in there.
“It-I-I’m sorry,” Sam stuttered through the apology.
“Oh you’re gonna be,” Dean said as he stormed around the room picking things up and discarding them to the floor again. All their clothes were scattered, pillows were ripped apart, blankets were shredded. Dean picked up a shoe that was covered in slime of some kind and chewed upon. Sam tried to sink a little deeper into the corner of the hotel room. At ten, he could still make a decent attempt at doing so.
“Sammy...did you summon up something from Hell? Because that’s the only excuse I’m coming up with right now.”
“Promise not to be mad at me?” Sam squeaked from his corner, looking up at him with a look that coined the phrase ‘puppy eyes’. If he had been doing it on purpose, Dean would have been pissed and the effect would have been null. The thing about Sammy, he didn’t even know he was doing it. Kid looked like the poster child for pitiful without even trying.
“I’m not gonna be mad at you, Sam. I just need to know what the hell happened so I can go hunt the damn thing or call Dad.”
“No!” Sam said, the expression on his face and the tone in his voice turning to outright fear. “Don’t call Dad.”
Dean groaned and put his head back, staring up at the ceiling. Something there caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes, cocking his upturned head to the side as he studied the goop on the ceiling. “Sam….is that…” A glop of it plopped down on his head. Dean made a disgusted face as he wiped it off his forehead, the scent of some kind of flowers tickling his nose. In response he sniffed his fingers. “…shampoo?”
“Yeah,” Sam confessed in a whispery voice.
“Sam, I’ve never beat your ass in my life but I’m gonna start unless you tell me what the hell happened here.”
“There-“ Sam started and stopped then stood up. He edged along the wall, watching Dean as he did. “This dog…I’ve been feeding him and-“ He was choking back tears, watching Dean warily as he continued to creep along the wall. “I got him to come in the room today and he let me pet him but he smelled bad. I knew you and dad wouldn’t let me keep him if he smelled bad so I-I tried to give him a bath.” Sam looked around the room, face falling as if he were realizing for the first time what a mess had been made of the room. “He didn’t like it very much.”
Dean kind of wanted to be pissed. He wanted to yell and ask Sam what the hell he was thinking. He wanted to warn him about rabies and bites. Instead he laughed and the laugh grew until he was doubled over laughing, leaving Sam staring at him like he’d lost it.
“I just wanted a dog.” Sam was still trying to wiggle his way out of the recrimination he was pretty sure was coming once Dean finished his hysterical fit.
Dean finally looked up at him, tears streaming down his face, breathless from the laughter. “Next time…just let the dog stink.”
Sam looked a little like Dean imagined a confused puppy would, his head tilted to one side, mouth slightly agape. “I’m not in trouble? Are you gonna tell Dad?”
“Nah…I’m not gonna tell dad, but we gotta get this room cleaned up and I’ve gotta grab some pillows and crap,” Dean chuckled. “You clean, I’ll nab.” He started toward the motel room door, stopped and turned to look over his shoulder. “And Sammy, you don’t have to be afraid to tell me about anything you did. You won’t ever be in trouble with me.”
“Seriously, Sammy, what the hell happened here?” Dean asked as he looked around the hotel room. It looked like something had exploded in there.
“It-I-I’m sorry,” Sam stuttered through the apology.
“Oh you’re gonna be,” Dean said as he stormed around the room picking things up and discarding them to the floor again. All their clothes were scattered, pillows were ripped apart, blankets were shredded. Dean picked up a shoe that was covered in slime of some kind and chewed upon. Sam tried to sink a little deeper into the corner of the hotel room. At ten, he could still make a decent attempt at doing so.
“Sammy...did you summon up something from Hell? Because that’s the only excuse I’m coming up with right now.”
“Promise not to be mad at me?” Sam squeaked from his corner, looking up at him with a look that coined the phrase ‘puppy eyes’. If he had been doing it on purpose, Dean would have been pissed and the effect would have been null. The thing about Sammy, he didn’t even know he was doing it. Kid looked like the poster child for pitiful without even trying.
“I’m not gonna be mad at you, Sam. I just need to know what the hell happened so I can go hunt the damn thing or call Dad.”
“No!” Sam said, the expression on his face and the tone in his voice turning to outright fear. “Don’t call Dad.”
Dean groaned and put his head back, staring up at the ceiling. Something there caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes, cocking his upturned head to the side as he studied the goop on the ceiling. “Sam….is that…” A glop of it plopped down on his head. Dean made a disgusted face as he wiped it off his forehead, the scent of some kind of flowers tickling his nose. In response he sniffed his fingers. “…shampoo?”
“Yeah,” Sam confessed in a whispery voice.
“Sam, I’ve never beat your ass in my life but I’m gonna start unless you tell me what the hell happened here.”
“There-“ Sam started and stopped then stood up. He edged along the wall, watching Dean as he did. “This dog…I’ve been feeding him and-“ He was choking back tears, watching Dean warily as he continued to creep along the wall. “I got him to come in the room today and he let me pet him but he smelled bad. I knew you and dad wouldn’t let me keep him if he smelled bad so I-I tried to give him a bath.” Sam looked around the room, face falling as if he were realizing for the first time what a mess had been made of the room. “He didn’t like it very much.”
Dean kind of wanted to be pissed. He wanted to yell and ask Sam what the hell he was thinking. He wanted to warn him about rabies and bites. Instead he laughed and the laugh grew until he was doubled over laughing, leaving Sam staring at him like he’d lost it.
“I just wanted a dog.” Sam was still trying to wiggle his way out of the recrimination he was pretty sure was coming once Dean finished his hysterical fit.
Dean finally looked up at him, tears streaming down his face, breathless from the laughter. “Next time…just let the dog stink.”
Sam looked a little like Dean imagined a confused puppy would, his head tilted to one side, mouth slightly agape. “I’m not in trouble? Are you gonna tell Dad?”
“Nah…I’m not gonna tell dad, but we gotta get this room cleaned up and I’ve gotta grab some pillows and crap,” Dean chuckled. “You clean, I’ll nab.” He started toward the motel room door, stopped and turned to look over his shoulder. “And Sammy, you don’t have to be afraid to tell me about anything you did. You won’t ever be in trouble with me.”