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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-10-02 12:30 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-10-02 12:30 am
Dean and Sam - Lost
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Lost
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
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justprompts Prompt: “Not all who wander are lost.” – J. R. R. Tolkien
fic_variations Prompt: lost (#1)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Dean and Sam bicker over the directions.
Author's Note: Short, pre-series piece. Nothing special really, just me trying to keep on top of things this month.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“We’re so lost, aren’t we?”
Dean shot a glare over at his scrawny brother sitting in the passenger’s seat. Sam was fourteen, and you would have thought that he would have grown out of his pain in the ass stage. Then again, when you’re eighteen, and handling your first major state border trip, anyone who tries to tell you what you are and are not is a major pain in the ass. Dean turned his head back to the map in front of him, drumming his fingers in time to the music on the radio why he tried to figure out where the hell he was.
“We’re not lost,” he insisted, scanning the map carefully.
A scoff came from Sam’s direction, before his moody brother turned his eyes out the window, looking at the cars passing by for a moment, while Dean continued to study the map. This probably wouldn’t have happened if John hadn't finally caved and bought himself a car all his own, finally handing over the Impala to Dean, but he had been waiting for John to give him the keys to the Impala since he had gotten his permit. And he had spent the time complaining too, begging his father to give him a chance. So the minute the keys had hit his palm, he was ready to drive until he couldn’t drive anymore. And apparently, that involved not paying attention to where exactly he was going, and getting them completely lost. Which he was not—repeat, not—going to admit to Sam. It was bad enough that Sam was starting to call him on it.
“We are so lost.”
“We are not. I know exactly where I am.”
“If you know exactly where you are, why have we been sitting in the same parking lot for the past half hour?” Sam asked, giving his brother a look.
Dean was quiet for a moment, before speaking up. “I know exactly where I am—I just don’t know how to get back.”
“Which means we’re lost.”
“We are not lost,” Dean growled. “You can’t be lost if you know where you are.”
“So what are we then?” Sam replied, placing his hands on his hips. “What would be the word you’d use?”
Dean paused for a minute, thinking this over, before turning back to his brother with a grin. “We’re exploring our options.”
Sam’s jaw set slightly, almost quivering, before turning back to the window. “We’re going to die out here.”
“Oh, shut up,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “We are not going to die.”
“Yes, we are,” Sam said with a nod. “We’re going to just drive around aimlessly for the rest of our lives, living off beef jerky and Gatorade, and then we’re going to die, Dean. Cold and alone.”
“Yeah, well—you were going to die a virgin anyway.” He could catch the beet red blush crawling up the side of his brother’s face, and he grinned, not taking his eyes off the map in front of him.
“Shut up, Dean,” Sam glared. “I’m serious.”
“And you’re also not the one who’s driving. So why don’t you shut your cakehole, stop being a little bitch, and let me figure out where the hell we’re supposed to be going?”
Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest in a huff, before turning back towards the window again. “Jerk.”
“Aww, Sammy—you know you love me.”
“Dude. It’s Sam.”
“Yeah, whatever, Sammy. Pass me the Slim Jims.”
Title: Lost
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
justprompts Prompt: “Not all who wander are lost.” – J. R. R. Tolkienfic_variations Prompt: lost (#1)Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Dean and Sam bicker over the directions.
Author's Note: Short, pre-series piece. Nothing special really, just me trying to keep on top of things this month.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“We’re so lost, aren’t we?”
Dean shot a glare over at his scrawny brother sitting in the passenger’s seat. Sam was fourteen, and you would have thought that he would have grown out of his pain in the ass stage. Then again, when you’re eighteen, and handling your first major state border trip, anyone who tries to tell you what you are and are not is a major pain in the ass. Dean turned his head back to the map in front of him, drumming his fingers in time to the music on the radio why he tried to figure out where the hell he was.
“We’re not lost,” he insisted, scanning the map carefully.
A scoff came from Sam’s direction, before his moody brother turned his eyes out the window, looking at the cars passing by for a moment, while Dean continued to study the map. This probably wouldn’t have happened if John hadn't finally caved and bought himself a car all his own, finally handing over the Impala to Dean, but he had been waiting for John to give him the keys to the Impala since he had gotten his permit. And he had spent the time complaining too, begging his father to give him a chance. So the minute the keys had hit his palm, he was ready to drive until he couldn’t drive anymore. And apparently, that involved not paying attention to where exactly he was going, and getting them completely lost. Which he was not—repeat, not—going to admit to Sam. It was bad enough that Sam was starting to call him on it.
“We are so lost.”
“We are not. I know exactly where I am.”
“If you know exactly where you are, why have we been sitting in the same parking lot for the past half hour?” Sam asked, giving his brother a look.
Dean was quiet for a moment, before speaking up. “I know exactly where I am—I just don’t know how to get back.”
“Which means we’re lost.”
“We are not lost,” Dean growled. “You can’t be lost if you know where you are.”
“So what are we then?” Sam replied, placing his hands on his hips. “What would be the word you’d use?”
Dean paused for a minute, thinking this over, before turning back to his brother with a grin. “We’re exploring our options.”
Sam’s jaw set slightly, almost quivering, before turning back to the window. “We’re going to die out here.”
“Oh, shut up,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “We are not going to die.”
“Yes, we are,” Sam said with a nod. “We’re going to just drive around aimlessly for the rest of our lives, living off beef jerky and Gatorade, and then we’re going to die, Dean. Cold and alone.”
“Yeah, well—you were going to die a virgin anyway.” He could catch the beet red blush crawling up the side of his brother’s face, and he grinned, not taking his eyes off the map in front of him.
“Shut up, Dean,” Sam glared. “I’m serious.”
“And you’re also not the one who’s driving. So why don’t you shut your cakehole, stop being a little bitch, and let me figure out where the hell we’re supposed to be going?”
Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest in a huff, before turning back towards the window again. “Jerk.”
“Aww, Sammy—you know you love me.”
“Dude. It’s Sam.”
“Yeah, whatever, Sammy. Pass me the Slim Jims.”