Car Wash Fic
With a Side of Limp Sam
Brenna: I just had a bad day, and
you cheered me up so good with Sam and Dean last night.. I guess I was kinda hoping you two could cheer me up again.
Gemini: Cool! Your wish is my command.
*revs up fingers*
(and you know what my fingers can do - pinkies or not)
Gemini:
I mean, what I lack in accuracy I make up for with ENTHUISAISM!
Gemini: and creative spelling!
Brenna: True..... very very true!!!!!
Gemini: ...and Faye can do CHEERS!
Gemini: Have you ever heard her do cheers? It's very inspiring. Even if she can't cartwheel!
Gemini: She should be embarrassed about that but NOOOOOOOO...
Gemini: ...picture Sandy in Grease! They are that bad!
*Dean raises an eyebrow
dean: You've seen GREASE?
Brenna: KIK!!!!!
*Sam leans over and says - sotto voce -*
sam: Dude, she's a CHICK! She grew up in the 80S! Of COURSE she's seen Grease!
*Dean rolls his eyes.*
dean: Women!
*Sam looks at Gemini sympathetcially.*
sam: Sorry. He always gets like that about musicals.
*Gem lifts an eyebrow (not well - I can't really DO that) and turns to Dean.*
Gemini: Oh, REALLY?
dean: Um - yeah, really.
Gemini: Uh huh.
dean: What are you getting at Red? Just spit it out!
*With an apologetic glance at Sam, Gem starts to sing.*
Gemini: Give me hair... long beautiful hair...
Gemini: ...shining, streaming, gleaming, flaxen, yaksen...
*Dean and Sam BOTH groan.*
*Dean tries to floor the Impala.*
Gemini: But I took his keys. *wink* Nobody leaves until you boys have washed the car for me - in jeans and wifebeaters.
*Sam looks horrified.*
*Dean grins lasciviously.*
dean: You wanna car wash? We'll give you a car wash.
sam: DEAN!
dean: Sam - just do what the lady says, okay?
sam: (muttering) You so owe me for this.
dean: Dude, we have to appeal to our fan base. It's what keeps us rolling in rock salt. Take one for the team!
*Sam huffs... but peels off his flannel...*
gemini: *GASP*
*...then his long-sleeved tee...*
gemini: *SWOON*
*...and then he starts to peel off his tee shirt and...*
dean: WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
gemini: Dean!
sam: What the hell!
dean: Dude! They're ogling you!!!!!!
sam:
Um- yeah. I thought that was the point?
dean: Well, yeah but...
sam: But what?
dean: Well...
*Sam continues to stare at his brother.*
dean: Geez, Sammy, don't make me SAY it.
sam: Say what Dean? What is it?
*Sam has his concerned puppy dog look. He reaches out with a gentle paw to grip Dean's shoulder.*
gemini: (awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww)
dean: Dude - get OFF me!
sam: Well, what??? I'm waiting Dean.
dean: Well, they're supposed to be looking at ME, all right?
All the boards say I'M the hot one!!! You're the broody sensitive one.
They're wrecking my mojo.
*Sam has no idea what Dean is talking about.*
dean: MOJO, Sam!
dean:
MY LIPS!!!!!
sam: Your what??????????????????
dean: LIPS!
*Sam shakes his head and mutters "Christo"*
*Dean glares at him.*
dean: Fine, Broody McBrood. Pull out your Texas belt buckle...
...and smile your stupid dimply smile...
...and run your hands through that ridiculously shaggy hair...
...with your "wow, look how long I am" fingers...
...and let them drool all over you...
See if I care! Drool wrecks the leather anyway.
sam: Awww, Dean...
*Sammy raches out with his massive paw again.*
*But Dean backs away all petulant-like.*
sam: I'll give you the belt buckle if it'll make you feel better.
Gemini: (heeee!)
dean: Sam! I do not want your belt buckle! Just do your little striptease and get this over with!
*Dean goes off to pout.*
*And Sam FINALLY pulls off his tee.*
Gemini: *faints*
sam: Umm - Gem? Do you need mouth to mouth so you can keep writing?
*Gem nods, a microscopic movement that Sam nevertheless picks up on.*
*his lips descend . . . .*
Gemini: ACK! Sorry! Umm... Where was I???????
Gemini: Anyway...
*Sam is in wifebeaters.*
*...and Dean turns the hose on him...*
sam: DUDE!
What are you doing?
That's freakin' freezing man!!!!
dean:
Hey - you wanted to give 'em a show. So here's a show!
*Sam is trying to run from the spray, long giraffe-like legs splaying all over the place.*
*He slips and falls!*
Gemini: ACK!
*Dean sees him go down. He doesn't see him get up.*
dean: Sam?
Sammy?
SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Dean sprints around the car.*
*Sam is limp!*
*Face down!*
*His hands are on the concrete!*
*His legs are sprawled out, one is half under the car!*
*He's not moving!!!!*
*Dean is frantic!*
dean: SAM!!!!!
*Dean doesn't want to move him, but he needs to see Sam's face, know if he's breathing.*
*He turns him ever so gently.*
*Sam's face is dirty - a smudge along his perfect cheekbone. There's a scrape there, too - slowly oozing blood.*
dean: Oh, little brother. What have I done?
*Sam is breathing, but he won't wake up!!!!*
*Dean taps his face, ever so gently.*
dean: Sam?
Sammy?
Come on, man you're freaking me out.
*Sam doesn't flinch.*
*The breeze ruffles his bangs and Dean runs a hand timidly over his forehead.*
dean: Sammy ... (it's just a whisper) Come on, kiddo, give me something here.
*He rubs his knuckles over Sam's sternum and he hears a faint groan.*
dean: Sam?
*Sam doesn't answer.*
*Dean does it again.*
*Sam's eyes flutter open.*
sam: Dean? What - what -
*He shakes his head to clear it and groans again. He brings his hand up to his face...*
sam: What happened?
dean: Shit, Sammy - you slipped on the water and hit your head. God, I'm sorry.
sam: It's . . . okay.
*Sam struggles to sit up and Dean stops him.*
dean: Just wait a minute, ok? Let me make sure you're not really hurt.
sam: Dude - isn't this hurt enough for you?
*Dean jumps - outraged and embarrassed.*
*Sam smiles as soon as Dean meets his eyes.*
...full dimples... ...and white, perfect teeth...
sam: Just kidding, man. I'm okay.
sam: Give me a hug!
dean: Dude! Now I KNOW you have a concussion! I'm calling an ambulance.
*Sam laughs and laughs... until Dean start to pull him up, then he groans again.*
sam: Easy on the merchandise.
*Dean plops down next to him, lets Sam lean against him.*
*Sam is soaking wet and dirty looking and his hands are lovely and perfect...
*...and his hair is all tousled and he looks sleepy and happy...*
*(but not like any other dwarves)*
sam: So, whatta ya say Dean?
dean: I think, combined, we might just be a little TOO much Winchester for the average fangirl.
gemini: Maybe, but we are SO not the average fangirls!
*Sam grins!*
*Dean grins too!*
((A rare double grin!)) *sugh*
*Dean looks at Sam.*
dean: You sure you're okay?
sam: Positive.
dean: Good. Then don't EVER do that again, or I'll kill you myself. You scared me out of three year's growth.
sam: SO THAT'S what happened! You munchkin!
dean: Hey! Who you calling munchkin?
sam: Yup - a munchkin with girl lips.
dean: Yeah, well look again Geekboy - at leasts I don't have yak hair!
*Sam fixes Dean with a pointed look.*
sam: The girls... (points at the Lo3) LOVE my yak hair.
dean: They do???
*Sam nods.*
dean: Well - they must all have concusssions too.
sam: Jerk.
dean: Bitch.
*The boys laugh and laugh.*
*Dean helps Sam into the car.*
*Gem gives them back the keys, with the promise of same time, same place tomorrow.*
*And they drive off into the sunset, sleepy Sam leaning his shaggy head against his brother's shoulder... which Dean secretly loves.
*...and...*
*scene*
*curtsies*
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