September 15th, 2016

winchesters

Fic bit: Tit for Tat [SPN]

You know what I want? I want the s10 AU where Sam and Dean actually go and watch that French art house movie about the mime or whatever who's secretly a cockroach.

I don't know how Sam would spin it to get Dean to go, but I'm pretty sure the drive back would be a fierce debate, with Sam taking the position of devil's advocate just because "It's art!", but secretly agreeing with Dean the whole time. At some point on the drive back they stop for milkshakes and fries, and while Sam's sitting there, watching the condensation run down the side of his cup, with Dean still muttering about how stupid the movie was, he gives in and starts laughing because it really, really was.

And he's slightly drunk from the relief of having a normal day with Dean, no sign of the MoC except that Dean's sleeve is rolled lower than he used to wear it, and it's probably a slight attack of hysterics, but seriously: a mime who's secretly a cockroach.

And Dean falls silent, studies at Sam a little worriedly, and sticks him in the back seat for the rest of the drive back, because obviously he's too tired to function anymore and he always gets a really bad crick in his neck when he falls asleep in the passenger seat. He gets a crick in his back instead, and both his knees lock up on him when they get back to the bunker and Dean chivvies him out of the car, but it's the thought that counts.

In the morning Dean makes French toast with the last of the eggs and the stale back end of a loaf of bread--there's not enough egg mix and it's a little heavy on the spices, but it still tastes better than anything Sam's had in years.

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