Ficlet: Freak Gene, Supernatural, PG.
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exsequarTitle: Freak Gene
Author: Anne (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starsouls1013)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam and Dean
Genre: Gen., Vignette
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean and Sam pull up to yet another motel.
Author's Notes: This was done entirely during chemistry class. It's short, basically devoid of plot, just a cute moment between the brothers that I'm quite pleased with. It's unbetaed, so forgive any mistakes. I'd love any feedback :)
The Impala crunches up another gravel driveway, at another dingy motel, in another Americana small town with another annoyance that may or may not go bump in the night. It's always the same. A life of monotony - drive, save people, drive some more. Sure, as far as job satisfaction goes, saving people is not too shabby. But nevertheless, they get bored. They start snarking at each other more often than usual (every 2 minutes instead of 3) and things get a little tense. They haven't had a juicy job in weeks. Already the last beautiful girl's eyes shining with gratitude are fading from memory, and no word from dad is making the entire exercise feel, well, pointless.
They grind to a halt, and Dean ducks out of the car, heading for the motel lobby. Sam unfolds himself from the cramped front seat and stretches his lanky frame gratefully, joints and spine popping audibly. He lets out a soft groan/sigh, thankful for the freedom of movement.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt your orgasm." A set of keys clunks into Sam's chest and drops to the ground before he can catch it. "Bring the car over to the room. We've got palatial suite number 5."
Sam opens his eyes, which had closed in his pleasure, to see a smirking Dean. He scowls mildly in response. "You can talk, you didn't get the freak gene. Well, not the height one at least." As he reaches down to retrieve the keys, he slings a pebble at Dean's leg.
"Ow! Dude, what's with the violence? You know I'm a pacifist. Flowers, puppies, and hot women for all. Even the hot women."
Sam's eyebrow raises in his patented Dean-is-so-full-of-crap look. Dean flashes an unrepenting smile, the one with the potential to momentarily blind, then turns to jog to their room, halfway down a single row of doors. This place is seriously tiny. Sam rolls his eyes, then folds himself into the driver's seat, muttering, "Damn freak height gene."
Author: Anne (
starsouls1013)Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam and Dean
Genre: Gen., Vignette
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean and Sam pull up to yet another motel.
Author's Notes: This was done entirely during chemistry class. It's short, basically devoid of plot, just a cute moment between the brothers that I'm quite pleased with. It's unbetaed, so forgive any mistakes. I'd love any feedback :)
The Impala crunches up another gravel driveway, at another dingy motel, in another Americana small town with another annoyance that may or may not go bump in the night. It's always the same. A life of monotony - drive, save people, drive some more. Sure, as far as job satisfaction goes, saving people is not too shabby. But nevertheless, they get bored. They start snarking at each other more often than usual (every 2 minutes instead of 3) and things get a little tense. They haven't had a juicy job in weeks. Already the last beautiful girl's eyes shining with gratitude are fading from memory, and no word from dad is making the entire exercise feel, well, pointless.
They grind to a halt, and Dean ducks out of the car, heading for the motel lobby. Sam unfolds himself from the cramped front seat and stretches his lanky frame gratefully, joints and spine popping audibly. He lets out a soft groan/sigh, thankful for the freedom of movement.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt your orgasm." A set of keys clunks into Sam's chest and drops to the ground before he can catch it. "Bring the car over to the room. We've got palatial suite number 5."
Sam opens his eyes, which had closed in his pleasure, to see a smirking Dean. He scowls mildly in response. "You can talk, you didn't get the freak gene. Well, not the height one at least." As he reaches down to retrieve the keys, he slings a pebble at Dean's leg.
"Ow! Dude, what's with the violence? You know I'm a pacifist. Flowers, puppies, and hot women for all. Even the hot women."
Sam's eyebrow raises in his patented Dean-is-so-full-of-crap look. Dean flashes an unrepenting smile, the one with the potential to momentarily blind, then turns to jog to their room, halfway down a single row of doors. This place is seriously tiny. Sam rolls his eyes, then folds himself into the driver's seat, muttering, "Damn freak height gene."
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Date: 2006-01-26 07:00 am (UTC)I especially enjoyed the final two paragraphs. The characterization was right on.
I loved the wording of the first paragraph.
You simply MUST write a longer SN fic soon!
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Date: 2006-01-26 01:27 pm (UTC)This thing came out entirely different from what i intended; I started out intending angsty slash, but then this popped out! Haha. I guess chemistry class isnt really conducive to angsty slash, just some goofy brotherlyness ^_^ That's why the first paragraph seems pretty disjointed from the rest. But I liked it too much to get rid of it, and I'm glad you liked it too :)
Ehhhhh, I dont knowwwww, I'm really not good with the long fics... because I'm terrible at coming up with detailed plots. I do little snippets, moments in time, but I have yet to come up with ANY plot I like. Maybe if you gave me a plot, then I could write it, haha.
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Date: 2007-03-06 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
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