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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-05-14 07:10 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-05-14 07:10 pm
The Winchesters - Blinded by the Light
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Blinded by the Light
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Tabby (OC)
Kink/Cliché Challenge Prompt Temporary Blindness => Hijinks
Content Warning: Crack, overuse of Winchester expressions of brotherly love.
Summary: Dean finds himself in a strange circumstance after he picks up the wrong girl from the bar.
Author's Note: This was ridiculously fun to write. Really really fun, even though it feels really, really, cracky.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all other original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Dean felt the body sleeping next to him, and grinned. Last night had been fun, and while he couldn’t quite remember the name of the chick he’d brought home last night, he figured there probably wouldn’t be too many hard feelings on that end. He felt the whack of a newspaper against his legs.
“—the hell, Sam?”
“Rise and shine, dude,” Sam replied, obviously annoyed, “And tell your friend she’s got to hit the road.”
“You sound pissed.”
“You would be too, if you walked in on your brother going at it with some girl in the motel room the two of you are supposed to be sharing.”
Dean shrugged lazily in his sleep, “I put the sign on the door.”
There was the thwack of newspaper against him again, “Just get out of bed.” Dean stretched lazily as the body next to him started to stir. He blinked open his eyes, and then frowned. He reached up and rubbed his eyes again, blinked, and still didn’t see anything. All he could see was black.
“Sam?”
“Yeah, Dean?”
“I can’t see anything.”
“You what?” Sam’s voice was more confused than panicked, probably wondering if Dean was just screwing with him or he really was blind.
“Oh God.” The second voice was the perky redhead that he had picked up in a bar for a quick good time, and had decided to spend the night in the Winchesters’ motel room.
He could picture the look on Sam’s face, despite the fact that he couldn’t see it. He had been around his brother long enough to be able the hear the ‘My brother really needs to start thinking with his upstairs brain’ look in his voice. There was a heavy sigh before he spoke up again, “You really can’t see anything?”
“No, I can’t,” Dean replied, “Not even shades of gray, just black.”
“OhGodohGodohGod,” the redhead—was it Maggie, maybe?—stammered again, and the tone of Sam’s voice changed, this time more curious.
“You OK?”
“I think—I think I might have—might have done this to him.” He could hear her breathing heavily and she sounded almost—panicked.
“Whadaya mean?” Dean said, the panic started to rise in his voice as well, “Whadaya mean you did this to me?”
“I don’t think having sex with my brother can cause him to go blind,” Sam said calmly, sounding far too amused with this than Dean really cared for, “You maybe, but—”
“Sam! Not. Helping.”
“Well, no—see—I might have—cast a little—oh, God—can’t breathe—”
“OK, OK, OK,” Sam sighed, “Just take a few deep breaths and tell me what happened.”
“I’m—I’m kinda a witch,” ‘Maggie’ stammered.
“A witch?” Sam frowned, sounding tense.
“A good witch. Like Glinda from The Wizard of Oz,” she said quickly, “And I think in the process of me and Dean—you know—I might have—and this was completely by accident—cast a spell. Kinda sorta.”
“Kinda sorta—you kinda sorta cast a spell?” Dean said, glaring at her—or, at least he thought he was glaring at her.
“Dean, we’re behind you,” Sam whispered softly. Dean spun around to face them—he hoped—and glared at her.
“What do you mean you cast a freakin’ spell on me?” Dean growled.
“It’s kind of a mental thing, and it’s really kind of hard to explain—and why aren’t you guys freaking out more about this?”
“We’re, uh—we’re used to the supernatural stuff,” Sam sighed, still sounding more amused than concerned about this, “So—do you know how to fix it?”
“Not—not exactly,” she sighed, “It’s kind of a time-release thing. It’ll probably wear off on its own.”
“Well—how long is that going to take?” Dean frowned, “Like a couple of hours?”
“Actually more like a couple of—days?” she said, “But a week tops.” Dean flopped backwards on the bed, and she spoke up again, “I’m—I’m really sorry about this.”
“It’s OK,” Sam sighed.
“This is not OK, Sam.”
“It’s OK,” Sam repeated, “Maybe this will teach Dean to think with his upstairs brain.”
Dean sat up and glared at Sam, taking a swing for him but missing entirely, losing his balance, and tumbling to the ground. “Damnit.”
“Take it easy there, Dean,” Sam replied, patting him on the shoulder, “You’ll get the hang of it eventually.”
***
Dean’s aim was getting better.
Sam had to be more careful when he made cracks about Dean being blind. Dean was starting to learn to use his other senses to balance out the not being able to see. While most of the time when he tried to retaliate against Sam for the cracks he was making, he still swung too wide and missed; however, when Dean was feeling patient enough he would tilt his head to the side, listening slightly, and then bring his hand quickly across the back of Sam’s head before his brother could even react. When he was rewarded for the effort with the smack! of his hand against skin, the self-satisfied smirk on his face was unmistakable.
“You know, you really should be nicer to her brother,” the witch—her name was actually Tabby—said to Sam, sticking her head over the front seat of the Impala. He could smell her perfume next to him and he smiled. Despite the fact that she had temporarily blinded him, she wasn’t half bad. She seemed to be on his side more than Sam, and he appreciated the back up.
“I’m just making up for lost time,” Sam replied over the roar of the motor.
“Hey—I’ve got a handicap here. I can’t readily fight back.”
“I was handicapped for years, Dean,” Sam stated, “I’m the baby brother here.”
“Whatever you say, Sasquatch.”
“You know, once upon a time, I was shorter than you,” Sam pointed out.
“Yes—but you’ve never lost a major sense.”
“Didn’t stop you from doing all the crap you did to me when we were kids,” Sam shook his head, “I’m just giving you your just desserts.”
“Just desserts?” Dean said, turning in his brother’s direction, “Don’t you think I’m being punished enough?”
“Nah,” Sam said with a smirk, “There’s no way I’m ever letting you live this down.”
“Damnit, Sam, I’m blind.”
“Yes. And you were blinded because you were thinking with your dick instead of your brain.”
“Hey,” Tabby said, and Dean heard the smack of her hand connecting with the back of his brother’s head, “I resent that.”
“No offense, Tabby, but you accidentally blinded my brother,” Sam replied, “I think out of the two of you, I shouldn’t be the one taking the abuse.”
Dean could feel Tabby staring at him and they both smacked Sam at that one, Dean catching his shoulder, and Tabby getting him upside the head again. The car swerved slightly, and when the car righted itself, Sam’s voice was more angry than amused.
“Jesus, are you trying to get us killed?”
“You’re the one who’s being an ass, man.”
He heard the huff as Sam turned back to the road. “Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
***
After almost a week on the road of not being able to see, Dean let out a whoop of victory when he opened his eyes and could finally count the cracks in the motel room ceiling. He heard a laugh coming from the other end of the room, and his eyes fell on the redhead sitting at the other end of the room. Damn. She was as hot as I remembered.
“I take it you can see again?” she smirked.
“Damn straight I can,” he nodded with a grin, before glancing over at his sleeping brother. Sam didn’t seem to stir at all because of the noise they were making, and an evil look crossed Dean’s face. Tabby tilted her head to the side slightly before asking.
“What are you thinking?”
“Could you do what you did to me again—except, to him?”
She shrugged, “I could try. Can I ask why?”
“Payback’s a bitch.”
“Good point,” she smirked, before nodding towards the bathroom, “You might want to get in the bathroom. Plausible deniability.”
“What about you?”
“After I’m done, I’ll take off. Spell should wear off in a few days, and you’ll get your payback.”
Dean grinned, “He’s gonna be pissed.”
“Well—he brought it on himself didn’t he.”
Dean disappeared inside the bathroom and turned on the water, taking his shower. When he emerged from the bathroom, Tabby was gone, and Sam was still asleep. He rolled up one of the newspapers and smacked it against his brother’s legs, “Rise and shine, Sammy. Let’s go.”
Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes before blinking. And blinking. “Dean—I can’t see.”
“Oh, really?”
“Dean—Dean, did you have something to do with this?!?”
“Me, Sam? Why would I have anything to do with this?”
“Dean! Get Tabby to change it back.”
“Tabby? Tabby’s gone, dude. Took off early this morning.”
“Whadaya mean she’s gone?”
“I mean she’s gone. Says the blindness should wear off in a few days though.”
“So you do know how this happened?”
“Shouldn’t have pissed her off, man.”
“—swear to God, Dean, when I can see again, I’m gonna freakin’ kill you—”
Title: Blinded by the Light
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Tabby (OC)
Kink/Cliché Challenge Prompt Temporary Blindness => Hijinks
Content Warning: Crack, overuse of Winchester expressions of brotherly love.
Summary: Dean finds himself in a strange circumstance after he picks up the wrong girl from the bar.
Author's Note: This was ridiculously fun to write. Really really fun, even though it feels really, really, cracky.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all other original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Dean felt the body sleeping next to him, and grinned. Last night had been fun, and while he couldn’t quite remember the name of the chick he’d brought home last night, he figured there probably wouldn’t be too many hard feelings on that end. He felt the whack of a newspaper against his legs.
“—the hell, Sam?”
“Rise and shine, dude,” Sam replied, obviously annoyed, “And tell your friend she’s got to hit the road.”
“You sound pissed.”
“You would be too, if you walked in on your brother going at it with some girl in the motel room the two of you are supposed to be sharing.”
Dean shrugged lazily in his sleep, “I put the sign on the door.”
There was the thwack of newspaper against him again, “Just get out of bed.” Dean stretched lazily as the body next to him started to stir. He blinked open his eyes, and then frowned. He reached up and rubbed his eyes again, blinked, and still didn’t see anything. All he could see was black.
“Sam?”
“Yeah, Dean?”
“I can’t see anything.”
“You what?” Sam’s voice was more confused than panicked, probably wondering if Dean was just screwing with him or he really was blind.
“Oh God.” The second voice was the perky redhead that he had picked up in a bar for a quick good time, and had decided to spend the night in the Winchesters’ motel room.
He could picture the look on Sam’s face, despite the fact that he couldn’t see it. He had been around his brother long enough to be able the hear the ‘My brother really needs to start thinking with his upstairs brain’ look in his voice. There was a heavy sigh before he spoke up again, “You really can’t see anything?”
“No, I can’t,” Dean replied, “Not even shades of gray, just black.”
“OhGodohGodohGod,” the redhead—was it Maggie, maybe?—stammered again, and the tone of Sam’s voice changed, this time more curious.
“You OK?”
“I think—I think I might have—might have done this to him.” He could hear her breathing heavily and she sounded almost—panicked.
“Whadaya mean?” Dean said, the panic started to rise in his voice as well, “Whadaya mean you did this to me?”
“I don’t think having sex with my brother can cause him to go blind,” Sam said calmly, sounding far too amused with this than Dean really cared for, “You maybe, but—”
“Sam! Not. Helping.”
“Well, no—see—I might have—cast a little—oh, God—can’t breathe—”
“OK, OK, OK,” Sam sighed, “Just take a few deep breaths and tell me what happened.”
“I’m—I’m kinda a witch,” ‘Maggie’ stammered.
“A witch?” Sam frowned, sounding tense.
“A good witch. Like Glinda from The Wizard of Oz,” she said quickly, “And I think in the process of me and Dean—you know—I might have—and this was completely by accident—cast a spell. Kinda sorta.”
“Kinda sorta—you kinda sorta cast a spell?” Dean said, glaring at her—or, at least he thought he was glaring at her.
“Dean, we’re behind you,” Sam whispered softly. Dean spun around to face them—he hoped—and glared at her.
“What do you mean you cast a freakin’ spell on me?” Dean growled.
“It’s kind of a mental thing, and it’s really kind of hard to explain—and why aren’t you guys freaking out more about this?”
“We’re, uh—we’re used to the supernatural stuff,” Sam sighed, still sounding more amused than concerned about this, “So—do you know how to fix it?”
“Not—not exactly,” she sighed, “It’s kind of a time-release thing. It’ll probably wear off on its own.”
“Well—how long is that going to take?” Dean frowned, “Like a couple of hours?”
“Actually more like a couple of—days?” she said, “But a week tops.” Dean flopped backwards on the bed, and she spoke up again, “I’m—I’m really sorry about this.”
“It’s OK,” Sam sighed.
“This is not OK, Sam.”
“It’s OK,” Sam repeated, “Maybe this will teach Dean to think with his upstairs brain.”
Dean sat up and glared at Sam, taking a swing for him but missing entirely, losing his balance, and tumbling to the ground. “Damnit.”
“Take it easy there, Dean,” Sam replied, patting him on the shoulder, “You’ll get the hang of it eventually.”
***
Dean’s aim was getting better.
Sam had to be more careful when he made cracks about Dean being blind. Dean was starting to learn to use his other senses to balance out the not being able to see. While most of the time when he tried to retaliate against Sam for the cracks he was making, he still swung too wide and missed; however, when Dean was feeling patient enough he would tilt his head to the side, listening slightly, and then bring his hand quickly across the back of Sam’s head before his brother could even react. When he was rewarded for the effort with the smack! of his hand against skin, the self-satisfied smirk on his face was unmistakable.
“You know, you really should be nicer to her brother,” the witch—her name was actually Tabby—said to Sam, sticking her head over the front seat of the Impala. He could smell her perfume next to him and he smiled. Despite the fact that she had temporarily blinded him, she wasn’t half bad. She seemed to be on his side more than Sam, and he appreciated the back up.
“I’m just making up for lost time,” Sam replied over the roar of the motor.
“Hey—I’ve got a handicap here. I can’t readily fight back.”
“I was handicapped for years, Dean,” Sam stated, “I’m the baby brother here.”
“Whatever you say, Sasquatch.”
“You know, once upon a time, I was shorter than you,” Sam pointed out.
“Yes—but you’ve never lost a major sense.”
“Didn’t stop you from doing all the crap you did to me when we were kids,” Sam shook his head, “I’m just giving you your just desserts.”
“Just desserts?” Dean said, turning in his brother’s direction, “Don’t you think I’m being punished enough?”
“Nah,” Sam said with a smirk, “There’s no way I’m ever letting you live this down.”
“Damnit, Sam, I’m blind.”
“Yes. And you were blinded because you were thinking with your dick instead of your brain.”
“Hey,” Tabby said, and Dean heard the smack of her hand connecting with the back of his brother’s head, “I resent that.”
“No offense, Tabby, but you accidentally blinded my brother,” Sam replied, “I think out of the two of you, I shouldn’t be the one taking the abuse.”
Dean could feel Tabby staring at him and they both smacked Sam at that one, Dean catching his shoulder, and Tabby getting him upside the head again. The car swerved slightly, and when the car righted itself, Sam’s voice was more angry than amused.
“Jesus, are you trying to get us killed?”
“You’re the one who’s being an ass, man.”
He heard the huff as Sam turned back to the road. “Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
***
After almost a week on the road of not being able to see, Dean let out a whoop of victory when he opened his eyes and could finally count the cracks in the motel room ceiling. He heard a laugh coming from the other end of the room, and his eyes fell on the redhead sitting at the other end of the room. Damn. She was as hot as I remembered.
“I take it you can see again?” she smirked.
“Damn straight I can,” he nodded with a grin, before glancing over at his sleeping brother. Sam didn’t seem to stir at all because of the noise they were making, and an evil look crossed Dean’s face. Tabby tilted her head to the side slightly before asking.
“What are you thinking?”
“Could you do what you did to me again—except, to him?”
She shrugged, “I could try. Can I ask why?”
“Payback’s a bitch.”
“Good point,” she smirked, before nodding towards the bathroom, “You might want to get in the bathroom. Plausible deniability.”
“What about you?”
“After I’m done, I’ll take off. Spell should wear off in a few days, and you’ll get your payback.”
Dean grinned, “He’s gonna be pissed.”
“Well—he brought it on himself didn’t he.”
Dean disappeared inside the bathroom and turned on the water, taking his shower. When he emerged from the bathroom, Tabby was gone, and Sam was still asleep. He rolled up one of the newspapers and smacked it against his brother’s legs, “Rise and shine, Sammy. Let’s go.”
Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes before blinking. And blinking. “Dean—I can’t see.”
“Oh, really?”
“Dean—Dean, did you have something to do with this?!?”
“Me, Sam? Why would I have anything to do with this?”
“Dean! Get Tabby to change it back.”
“Tabby? Tabby’s gone, dude. Took off early this morning.”
“Whadaya mean she’s gone?”
“I mean she’s gone. Says the blindness should wear off in a few days though.”
“So you do know how this happened?”
“Shouldn’t have pissed her off, man.”
“—swear to God, Dean, when I can see again, I’m gonna freakin’ kill you—”
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