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Entry tags:
- dean,
- john,
- sam,
- shortfic,
- supernatural
SPN: A Ways To Go
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: John, Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: Bobby
Pairings: None
Contains: N/a
Rating: PG
Summary: Just normal routine, nothing special. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
satans_soulmate, in return for a $5 donation, over on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
help_haiti. Thread here.
"Are we there yet?"
"Are you going to shut up yet?"
"Boys," John says, in the firmest tone he can. Actually, he wants to smile -- it's stupid, it's just their normal routine, whining away in the back there about how long they've been driving. Any minute now Sam's going to need to stop and pee, considering how much flat coke he's been slurping down for the last hundred miles. Dean probably already needs to go, but he likes to play tough. Which is stupid, but at least from this Dean's learned to go whenever there's opportunity. Sleep, toilet, shower, food, a cold beer -- take 'em when you can get 'em, 'cause you can't guarantee them any other time.
It's their normal routine, nothing special, but that's what's special, because they're still on the road, no matter what. Dean's wearing a bloodstained bandage round his arm like some badge of honour and there are bruises blossoming down the side of his face, and there's twinges in most of John's muscles, but they did okay. They're alive.
"But are we there yet?" Sam asks, more plaintive, and then there's the sound of a scuffle and muffled yelling from Sam.
"Boys," John says again.
"All okay back here, sir," Dean says, and then, "Eww!"
"Don't try and shut me up then!" Sam says, more huffy than he really is, because glancing back John can see that Dean's got his arms around Sam, half-protective and half-restraining. He doesn't seem to have realised that Sam doesn't care how he gets close to Dean, just that he is.
"You probably deserved that," he tells Dean. There's a longer silence after that than he anticipated, then more shuffling and Sam pops his head over into the front, sticky fingers on the leather seats.
"Need to stop," he says, squirming, and John rolls his eyes and pulls over.
Normal routine. Just like always. John makes sure to reach out and ruffle Dean's hair as he gets out, proud and almost possessive. Dean doesn't say anything, neither of them do, but for a moment there's a brighter flare in Dean's eyes, the honest flash of a real smile.
"Hurry up and pee, boys," John says, as gruff as he can, 'cause it's stupid to get emotional over this and Dean's had enough coddling. "We've got at least another hundred miles to go before we get to Bobby's."
Main characters: John, Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: Bobby
Pairings: None
Contains: N/a
Rating: PG
Summary: Just normal routine, nothing special. For
satans_soulmate, in return for a $5 donation, over on help_haiti. Thread here."Are we there yet?"
"Are you going to shut up yet?"
"Boys," John says, in the firmest tone he can. Actually, he wants to smile -- it's stupid, it's just their normal routine, whining away in the back there about how long they've been driving. Any minute now Sam's going to need to stop and pee, considering how much flat coke he's been slurping down for the last hundred miles. Dean probably already needs to go, but he likes to play tough. Which is stupid, but at least from this Dean's learned to go whenever there's opportunity. Sleep, toilet, shower, food, a cold beer -- take 'em when you can get 'em, 'cause you can't guarantee them any other time.
It's their normal routine, nothing special, but that's what's special, because they're still on the road, no matter what. Dean's wearing a bloodstained bandage round his arm like some badge of honour and there are bruises blossoming down the side of his face, and there's twinges in most of John's muscles, but they did okay. They're alive.
"But are we there yet?" Sam asks, more plaintive, and then there's the sound of a scuffle and muffled yelling from Sam.
"Boys," John says again.
"All okay back here, sir," Dean says, and then, "Eww!"
"Don't try and shut me up then!" Sam says, more huffy than he really is, because glancing back John can see that Dean's got his arms around Sam, half-protective and half-restraining. He doesn't seem to have realised that Sam doesn't care how he gets close to Dean, just that he is.
"You probably deserved that," he tells Dean. There's a longer silence after that than he anticipated, then more shuffling and Sam pops his head over into the front, sticky fingers on the leather seats.
"Need to stop," he says, squirming, and John rolls his eyes and pulls over.
Normal routine. Just like always. John makes sure to reach out and ruffle Dean's hair as he gets out, proud and almost possessive. Dean doesn't say anything, neither of them do, but for a moment there's a brighter flare in Dean's eyes, the honest flash of a real smile.
"Hurry up and pee, boys," John says, as gruff as he can, 'cause it's stupid to get emotional over this and Dean's had enough coddling. "We've got at least another hundred miles to go before we get to Bobby's."