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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2019-08-08 12:58 pm
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2019-08-08 12:58 pm
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Where Danger Lurks (Supernatural Fanfic)
Title: Where Danger Lurks
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen (sorry, no Cas today)
Word Count: 397
Summary: Sam is attempting to prepare Dean for the upcoming case. As per usual, Dean gets distracted and derails the conversation.
Author’s Note: Written for days 2 and 3 of the August Rush Challenge at 1_million_words, found here and here. I’ve had this prompt on my plot bunny board for some time now and it fit perfectly with the two pictures I was working off (because together it’s like Sam and Dean are having a very serious conversation). The prompt was, Dialogue: “On a scale of one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking?” (Also, this title is dumb, but I wanted to post and can’t think of anything better, sorry.)
“Are we ready,” Dean asked, stowing the last shotgun in its place in the trunk of the Impala.
“Yeah,” Sam said with a short, sharp nod. “But Dean?”
“Sammy?”
“This is going to be dangerous,” he said. “More so than our usual cases.”
“Okay,” Dean said, slamming the trunk closed and focusing his gaze on his little brother. “On a scale of one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking?”
“One to what?” Sam shook his head. “Never mind. This house –”
“Australia, man,” Dean said, interrupting Sam. “Snakes, big ass spiders, crocodiles –”
“Jellyfish,” Sam said, unable to not interject his own bit of knowledge into the conversation.
“Huh? Jellyfish?” Dean waved a hand at Sam. “No, I’m talking really dangerous shit, Sammy. Spiders the size of your hand dangerous.”
“The box jellyfish’s venom is one of the most deadly on earth,” Sam said, calmly. “More dangerous than a crock, snake, or any spider.”
“Shit,” Dean muttered. “One more reason not to visit Australia.”
Sam laughed. “But there are koalas, Dean, you know you love koalas.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Dean admitted. “Fine, we can still go to Australia, but you won’t get me in the water.”
The corners of Sam’s mouth turned upwards.
“What?”
“Just picturing you in a pair of swim trunks with that white stuff lifeguards use on their cheeks to keep from getting sunburned…” Sam shrugged.
“It’s a good thing you’re my brother,” Dean said. “Because I’d really like to pop you in your face right now.”
Laughing, Sam climbed into his usual spot in the passenger’s seat. “Like that stopped you when we were younger.”
Dean whipped his head in his brother’s direction, ready to lay into him about protecting his little brother and teaching him to be a man. But the grin on Sammy’s face, despite the obvious danger they were about to ride into, made him think twice. Sam was joking. Who knew the kid had it in him?
“So, really,” Dean said, starting Baby and pulling onto the road. “How dangerous are we talking?”
“Not box jellyfish dangerous,” he said. “But maybe irritated stingray dangerous?”
“So, in other words, we don’t piss off whatever the hell it is we’re about to fight, we won’t get stung in the heart?”
Sam looked at Dean and smiled. “That’s pretty much it.”
“Well hell, I can handle that,” Dean said. “Bring it on.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen (sorry, no Cas today)
Word Count: 397
Summary: Sam is attempting to prepare Dean for the upcoming case. As per usual, Dean gets distracted and derails the conversation.
Author’s Note: Written for days 2 and 3 of the August Rush Challenge at 1_million_words, found here and here. I’ve had this prompt on my plot bunny board for some time now and it fit perfectly with the two pictures I was working off (because together it’s like Sam and Dean are having a very serious conversation). The prompt was, Dialogue: “On a scale of one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking?” (Also, this title is dumb, but I wanted to post and can’t think of anything better, sorry.)
“Are we ready,” Dean asked, stowing the last shotgun in its place in the trunk of the Impala.
“Yeah,” Sam said with a short, sharp nod. “But Dean?”
“Sammy?”
“This is going to be dangerous,” he said. “More so than our usual cases.”
“Okay,” Dean said, slamming the trunk closed and focusing his gaze on his little brother. “On a scale of one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking?”
“One to what?” Sam shook his head. “Never mind. This house –”
“Australia, man,” Dean said, interrupting Sam. “Snakes, big ass spiders, crocodiles –”
“Jellyfish,” Sam said, unable to not interject his own bit of knowledge into the conversation.
“Huh? Jellyfish?” Dean waved a hand at Sam. “No, I’m talking really dangerous shit, Sammy. Spiders the size of your hand dangerous.”
“The box jellyfish’s venom is one of the most deadly on earth,” Sam said, calmly. “More dangerous than a crock, snake, or any spider.”
“Shit,” Dean muttered. “One more reason not to visit Australia.”
Sam laughed. “But there are koalas, Dean, you know you love koalas.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Dean admitted. “Fine, we can still go to Australia, but you won’t get me in the water.”
The corners of Sam’s mouth turned upwards.
“What?”
“Just picturing you in a pair of swim trunks with that white stuff lifeguards use on their cheeks to keep from getting sunburned…” Sam shrugged.
“It’s a good thing you’re my brother,” Dean said. “Because I’d really like to pop you in your face right now.”
Laughing, Sam climbed into his usual spot in the passenger’s seat. “Like that stopped you when we were younger.”
Dean whipped his head in his brother’s direction, ready to lay into him about protecting his little brother and teaching him to be a man. But the grin on Sammy’s face, despite the obvious danger they were about to ride into, made him think twice. Sam was joking. Who knew the kid had it in him?
“So, really,” Dean said, starting Baby and pulling onto the road. “How dangerous are we talking?”
“Not box jellyfish dangerous,” he said. “But maybe irritated stingray dangerous?”
“So, in other words, we don’t piss off whatever the hell it is we’re about to fight, we won’t get stung in the heart?”
Sam looked at Dean and smiled. “That’s pretty much it.”
“Well hell, I can handle that,” Dean said. “Bring it on.”
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and so you know the link isn't working on 1_million_words but I was curious so I had to come to your lj to find it. :D
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GAH. I fixed it now, but thank you! And I appreciate you making the effort to come find it. LOL
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You're welcome. Hee! It was my pleasure
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*shakes head in bemusement*
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Glad you're amused though. :)
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So my PT asked me how the pain was when I made an emergency visit to him the other day... and I said 1-10 scale? He said yes... my reply? 20. So Dean... I get it.
I kinda wanna make a plot bunny page... but mine would be... super long.
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Sorry your pain level was so high. I used to be a pansy ass, but after my epidural wore off during my labor and I basically gave birth without it, I've discovered I can deal with a lot more than I used to. LOL
Mine's not any better and I haven't updated it in some time. I have a link to it in the sidebar when you go to my journal itself.
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That's the sad part... my pain tolorance is pretty high. I've spent years dealing with migraines and doctors who didn't believe me. I actually went to work for most of the day. I just knew I had to a) be honest about what was going on and b) not ignore it or it was going to get worse.
I posted my plot bunnies... we'll see if I get anywhere. One is due on Saturday so I need to get working on that one.
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I'm sorry to hear that.
Good luck with them.
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Thanks... it's aching today, but not too bad.
One down... multiples to go!