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[#007] its time i was on my way (supernatural)
Theme Prompt: #007 - Traveling
Title: its time i was on my way
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 753
Summary: Dean issues a challenge, and Sam isn’t one to back down without a fight.
Notes: Proooooobably set around Season 1/Season 2 when the boys lives didn’t suck quite so catastrophically.
The day after a hunt is usually when Dean’s at his lightest, personality wise. When they’re rolling into town he tends to put his game face on, prepared to pretty much lie his ass off to everyone he meets, and in the middle of the hunt there’s the life-or-death tension, the kind that usually comes when there’s more victims they weren’t able to stop, but at the end, when the monster is dead and they’re hitting the road again … that’s when Dean is most like himself.
It’s probably both the easiest and the worst time to be on the road with his brother, and Sam looks forward to it every time, mostly for the same reasons. They are there for a job well done, and he’s not going to discount that in any way.
They’ve been on the road for a few hours now, though Sam has been passed out for most of it. He’s starting to rouse at the sound of Dean’s favorite Zeppelin album blaring from the radio, and he groans a bit as he starts to push himself into a sitting position.
“Dude, you’ve been listening to that song since we left Chicago.”
“I have not been listening to the same song since we left Chicago,” Dean points out bluntly as he keeps his eyes on the road. “And how would you know anyway? You’ve been out since we left Chicago.”
“Because I was having dreams about cats dragging their nails down chalkboards and calling it music.” Sam knows the barb won’t go unpunished the moment the words come out of his mouth, and it’s evident by the smirk on his face, but Dean doesn’t seem to care that he’s being goaded.
“You take that back right now.”
“I will not take it back. Maybe if you let me listen to something from this century every once in a while, I might not hate it so much.”
“Awww, poor Sammy. Did some boy break up with you, so you need to indulge your inner Taylor Swift?”
“Do you … even know who Taylor Swift is?”
“I watch TV.” As though that answers everything, and nothing at all, all at the same time. “Regardless, if it’s not on a cassette tape, it’s not getting anywhere near my baby.”
“Oh really?”
“Really really.”
“Is that a challenge?”
Dean’s eyes go wide for a moment, almost as though that isn’t the turn he expected this conversation to take. His head tips to the side for a moment, before nodding his agreement. “Yeah. Let’s do it. You find a cassette tape – an actual cassette tape, sold in a store, for something this century, I’ll let you listen to it in the car.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Dean continues to eye him for a moment, before turning his attention back to the road again. “Whatever you say, Sammy.”
* * * * *
It takes four days, three truck stops and five bucks later, and somehow, Sam manages to meet the seemingly impossible standards his brother had set for him. He slides back into the front seat after leaving the gas station with their snacks and drinks for the road, and Dean takes one look at the smug look on his brother’s face and is immediately dubious.
“What did you do?”
Sam reaches down into the bag to fish out the cassette tape in question, holding it out to Dean with an expectant look. “Deal’s a deal.”
Dean takes one look down at the case in front of him and his head snaps up again as he shakes it. “Nope. Not happening.”
Sam’s eyebrows go up in return. “We had a deal, Dean.”
“We didn’t shake on it.”
“Oh, come on, man.”
Dean grumbles for a moment before pointing to the dashboard. “This is a ’67 Chevy Impala and you want to ruin it with that?”
“I just want to listen to something that I haven’t heard five million times before. Safe to say, this is it.”
There’s more dramatic sighing and huffing from the Winchester in the driver’s seat but eventually he gives in, fishing out his Zeppelin tape with a sigh and shoving the new tape in instead. It only takes a few minutes before the opening violins of the song reach his ears and he grimaces.
“Hey-heeeeeey. BYE BYE BYE.”
“I hate you so much right now.”
Sam laughs as he settles into his seat, before leaning back with a sigh. “Don’t worry. I’ll only make you listen to it once.”
“Thank God.”
Title: its time i was on my way
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 753
Summary: Dean issues a challenge, and Sam isn’t one to back down without a fight.
Notes: Proooooobably set around Season 1/Season 2 when the boys lives didn’t suck quite so catastrophically.
The day after a hunt is usually when Dean’s at his lightest, personality wise. When they’re rolling into town he tends to put his game face on, prepared to pretty much lie his ass off to everyone he meets, and in the middle of the hunt there’s the life-or-death tension, the kind that usually comes when there’s more victims they weren’t able to stop, but at the end, when the monster is dead and they’re hitting the road again … that’s when Dean is most like himself.
It’s probably both the easiest and the worst time to be on the road with his brother, and Sam looks forward to it every time, mostly for the same reasons. They are there for a job well done, and he’s not going to discount that in any way.
They’ve been on the road for a few hours now, though Sam has been passed out for most of it. He’s starting to rouse at the sound of Dean’s favorite Zeppelin album blaring from the radio, and he groans a bit as he starts to push himself into a sitting position.
“Dude, you’ve been listening to that song since we left Chicago.”
“I have not been listening to the same song since we left Chicago,” Dean points out bluntly as he keeps his eyes on the road. “And how would you know anyway? You’ve been out since we left Chicago.”
“Because I was having dreams about cats dragging their nails down chalkboards and calling it music.” Sam knows the barb won’t go unpunished the moment the words come out of his mouth, and it’s evident by the smirk on his face, but Dean doesn’t seem to care that he’s being goaded.
“You take that back right now.”
“I will not take it back. Maybe if you let me listen to something from this century every once in a while, I might not hate it so much.”
“Awww, poor Sammy. Did some boy break up with you, so you need to indulge your inner Taylor Swift?”
“Do you … even know who Taylor Swift is?”
“I watch TV.” As though that answers everything, and nothing at all, all at the same time. “Regardless, if it’s not on a cassette tape, it’s not getting anywhere near my baby.”
“Oh really?”
“Really really.”
“Is that a challenge?”
Dean’s eyes go wide for a moment, almost as though that isn’t the turn he expected this conversation to take. His head tips to the side for a moment, before nodding his agreement. “Yeah. Let’s do it. You find a cassette tape – an actual cassette tape, sold in a store, for something this century, I’ll let you listen to it in the car.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Dean continues to eye him for a moment, before turning his attention back to the road again. “Whatever you say, Sammy.”
It takes four days, three truck stops and five bucks later, and somehow, Sam manages to meet the seemingly impossible standards his brother had set for him. He slides back into the front seat after leaving the gas station with their snacks and drinks for the road, and Dean takes one look at the smug look on his brother’s face and is immediately dubious.
“What did you do?”
Sam reaches down into the bag to fish out the cassette tape in question, holding it out to Dean with an expectant look. “Deal’s a deal.”
Dean takes one look down at the case in front of him and his head snaps up again as he shakes it. “Nope. Not happening.”
Sam’s eyebrows go up in return. “We had a deal, Dean.”
“We didn’t shake on it.”
“Oh, come on, man.”
Dean grumbles for a moment before pointing to the dashboard. “This is a ’67 Chevy Impala and you want to ruin it with that?”
“I just want to listen to something that I haven’t heard five million times before. Safe to say, this is it.”
There’s more dramatic sighing and huffing from the Winchester in the driver’s seat but eventually he gives in, fishing out his Zeppelin tape with a sigh and shoving the new tape in instead. It only takes a few minutes before the opening violins of the song reach his ears and he grimaces.
“Hey-heeeeeey. BYE BYE BYE.”
“I hate you so much right now.”
Sam laughs as he settles into his seat, before leaning back with a sigh. “Don’t worry. I’ll only make you listen to it once.”
“Thank God.”
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Though I think that, like Taylor Swift, he probably secretly enjoys it anyway.