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dodger_sisterWith my sister home sick today, I thought about this story that I wrote for her a few years back.
This was scribbled out on a piece of paper in the middle of the night for my sister - after she insisted that a) she wasn’t sick, b) she didn’t need to see a doctor, c) it’d only been two weeks and d) she’d just take some vitamins (I believe she may have said the exact words “picture of perfect health”) - and then I left the scribbled-out story for her on the bathroom sink.
Picture Perfect & A Joy To Be Around (or He Doesn’t Get Sick, He’s Dean Winchester).
Summary: Dean is not sick. Sam doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Drabble, General, Humor, Hurt/Comfort(ish), Dean & Sam, PG with 240 words. For my sister.
Title: Picture Perfect & A Joy To Be Around (or He Doesn’t Get Sick, He’s Dean Winchester)
Author: The Artful Dodger /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: Supernatural
Category: Drabble, General, Humor, Hurt/Comfort(ish)
Characters/Pairing: Dean & Sam
Rating: PG
Warnings: Very Mild Language
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Dean is not sick. Sam doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
Word Count: 240 words
Date Written: 2009
Disclaimer: “Supernatural” is Eric Kripke’s and The CW’s. Flintstone Vitamins are yummy. No offense meant to Darth Vader. This story is mine and makes me no money.
Feedback: Bring it.dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Nope.
Author's Notes: This was scribbled out on a piece of paper in the middle of the night for my sister - after she insisted that a) she wasn’t sick, b) she didn’t need to see a doctor, c) it’d only been two weeks and d) she’d just take some vitamins (I believe she may have said the exact words “picture of perfect health”) - and then I left the scribbled out story for her on the bathroom sink.
Dedication: Tobaylorsr. She’s not sick. She always breathes like that. I love you. Get more sleep.
“Dude, I am not taking these.”
“Dean, you’re sick.”
“What are you talking about? I’m Picture-Perfect-Health-Man.”
“Really? Then how come you toss and turn all night? How come when I’m standing next to you, I feel like I’m on the job with Darth Vader? And whenever we stay at a motel that’s the least bit dusty, you make these horrible coughsneezehack noises and stuff comes out of your mouth that looks like the remains of your lungs?”
“It’s allergy season.”
“You don’t have allergies.”
“Dude, whatever. I’m not taking these,” and to make his point, Dean rolled down the window and chucked the bottle of Vitamin B Complex out the passenger side of the Impala.
Behind the wheel, Sam scowled and pressed his foot down on the gas, while next to him, Dean closed his eyes and relaxed to the soothing sounds of AC/DC.
***
Dean woke somewhere in New Mexico to find another bottle of vitamins in his lap.
Dean frowned, rolled down his window yet again and made to toss this latest insult to his perfection out of the car.
But something caught his eye and Dean stopped. “Dude, seriously? Flintstones?”
Sam half-scowled and half-smirked. “Just pretend they’re candy, Dean. When we get to Texas, you’re going to see a doctor. And if you’re good, you can have a lollipop.”
“Bite me.”
“Bitch.”
“Jerk,” Dean said, to cover the sound of a lid popping off of a bottle.
The End
This was scribbled out on a piece of paper in the middle of the night for my sister - after she insisted that a) she wasn’t sick, b) she didn’t need to see a doctor, c) it’d only been two weeks and d) she’d just take some vitamins (I believe she may have said the exact words “picture of perfect health”) - and then I left the scribbled-out story for her on the bathroom sink.
Picture Perfect & A Joy To Be Around (or He Doesn’t Get Sick, He’s Dean Winchester).
Summary: Dean is not sick. Sam doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Drabble, General, Humor, Hurt/Comfort(ish), Dean & Sam, PG with 240 words. For my sister.
Title: Picture Perfect & A Joy To Be Around (or He Doesn’t Get Sick, He’s Dean Winchester)
Author: The Artful Dodger /
dodger_sisterFandom: Supernatural
Category: Drabble, General, Humor, Hurt/Comfort(ish)
Characters/Pairing: Dean & Sam
Rating: PG
Warnings: Very Mild Language
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Dean is not sick. Sam doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
Word Count: 240 words
Date Written: 2009
Disclaimer: “Supernatural” is Eric Kripke’s and The CW’s. Flintstone Vitamins are yummy. No offense meant to Darth Vader. This story is mine and makes me no money.
Feedback: Bring it.
dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.netBeta’d: Nope.
Author's Notes: This was scribbled out on a piece of paper in the middle of the night for my sister - after she insisted that a) she wasn’t sick, b) she didn’t need to see a doctor, c) it’d only been two weeks and d) she’d just take some vitamins (I believe she may have said the exact words “picture of perfect health”) - and then I left the scribbled out story for her on the bathroom sink.
Dedication: To
baylorsr. She’s not sick. She always breathes like that. I love you. Get more sleep.“Dude, I am not taking these.”
“Dean, you’re sick.”
“What are you talking about? I’m Picture-Perfect-Health-Man.”
“Really? Then how come you toss and turn all night? How come when I’m standing next to you, I feel like I’m on the job with Darth Vader? And whenever we stay at a motel that’s the least bit dusty, you make these horrible coughsneezehack noises and stuff comes out of your mouth that looks like the remains of your lungs?”
“It’s allergy season.”
“You don’t have allergies.”
“Dude, whatever. I’m not taking these,” and to make his point, Dean rolled down the window and chucked the bottle of Vitamin B Complex out the passenger side of the Impala.
Behind the wheel, Sam scowled and pressed his foot down on the gas, while next to him, Dean closed his eyes and relaxed to the soothing sounds of AC/DC.
***
Dean woke somewhere in New Mexico to find another bottle of vitamins in his lap.
Dean frowned, rolled down his window yet again and made to toss this latest insult to his perfection out of the car.
But something caught his eye and Dean stopped. “Dude, seriously? Flintstones?”
Sam half-scowled and half-smirked. “Just pretend they’re candy, Dean. When we get to Texas, you’re going to see a doctor. And if you’re good, you can have a lollipop.”
“Bite me.”
“Bitch.”
“Jerk,” Dean said, to cover the sound of a lid popping off of a bottle.
The End
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Date: 2012-03-03 02:15 am (UTC)Also, your icon is marvelous.
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Date: 2012-03-03 10:30 am (UTC)Made by
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Date: 2012-03-01 01:29 am (UTC)you write the boys so adorable, whatever age you put them at
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Date: 2012-03-03 02:17 am (UTC)I am not even kidding - my sister actually claimed allergy season in the middle of December!
Thank you. I do love to write me some adorable boys.
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Date: 2012-03-03 02:20 am (UTC)I just wrote "stubborn kind of dick" and then went "uh, wait...")
Ha! That means something else entirely. ;)
Flintstones vitamins - the only thing I would take for years, even into my adulthood. They just taste yumnmy, okay?!
Thanks for the love!
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Date: 2012-03-03 09:14 pm (UTC)I'm sure they do. :D
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Date: 2012-03-31 02:19 pm (UTC)I love that last line <3
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