Happy Saturday

[whitereflection]

From the spnland short writing challenge (challenge 001: devotion)

Title: Little Things
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean (gen)
Rating: G
Word Count: 486
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are owned by the CW and E.Kripke, excerpted song lyrics are from "Walk Of Life" and are owned by Dire Straits/Mark Knopfler.
Note: voted 1st place (*squeak*♥)




Sam's the first to wake up, but when Dean rouses soon after, he tells Dean to go ahead and take the first shower.

Even though the motel is cheap and crappy, Dean's left him plenty of hot water when it's Sam's turn.

*

Sam offers to get breakfast. Dean asks him to stop at McDonald's (because he knows Sam can get those weirdo fruit granola yogurt wastes of time Sam likes so much there). On his way back to the motel, Sam spots a donut shop, and just for the hell of it stops to get Dean a couple to go with his breakfast sandwich.

While Sam's gone, Dean brews coffee, and there's a steaming styrofoam cup sitting next to the charged and powered up laptop when Sam gets back.

*

Later that day, they split up: Dean to go talk to a few of the people they need to interview, Sam to research at the library. A few hours later, Dean calls to check in, and Sam speaks excitedly about the information he's discovered. Dean tells Sam it's taking him longer than he expected to finish interviewing people, even though he's already done, so Sam can spend an extra hour at the library.

That evening, Dean walks to a bar down the street. When he comes back to their motel, he can see that the Impala's gleaming in the light of the sunset. Sam's washed and waxed it, plus topped off the gastank (with premium).

*

The hunt du jour that night is yet another extremely pissed off ghost. After events ensue that leave Sam with a wrenched back and the usual post-choking throat injuries, Dean insists on doing all the grave digging, even though it's still disgustingly hot and humid.

Once the digging's done, Sam pours salt and lighter fluid down over the casket while Dean chugs a bottle of water. He has the matches in hand, but he waits for his brother to finish drinking, then hands Dean the box of matches so he can set the coffin alight.

*

They're back out on the road the next morning. Sam dozes, sleeping off his soreness, and Dean turns down the radio to almost nothing. Later after blinking himself awake, Sam notices how quiet the music is and turns up the volume until it's Dean loud.

There's no tape playing, but instead some classic rock station. An old Dire Straits song comes on, and Sam hums along. Dean taps out a rhythm on the steering wheel, and soon he's singing: He got the action, he got the motion - Oh yeah, the boy can play - Dedication, devotion - Turning all the night time into the day.

Sam reaches over, patting Dean's shoulder for no particular reason. Dean grins back at him, his expression fond yet silently saying 'You girl'. Sam rolls his eyes, but he's smiling as he turns back to watch the scenery pass his window.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZxVC0GB838
Dire Straits - Walk Of Life
Oh, 1985. ♥ I was 12. :|

Comments

[akintay.livejournal.com]

Awwww, this is wonderful, bb! I love that they do all this stuff for each other, always taking care of each other, without actually addressing any of it. That's the best way to show someone you care &hearts

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :) ♥ And that's exactly what I wanted to show, the sort of devotion that's so down deep and innate it shows up in all the little things they do for each other.

[theron09.livejournal.com]

Awww, I can see why this was voted first place :)

I love the way you've written the little things that they do for each other.

Awwww.

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! ♥

[keerawa.livejournal.com]

This is a completely gen fic, but it has this loving intimacy that just blows me away. Sam and Dean KNOW each other, and take care of each other, in ways that wouldn't even be visible to an outside observer. Reading this made me happy. *hugs*

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

♥♥♥ And thank you here, too! And you so get it exactly.

Heh, schmoop will always be my favorite sort of thing to write, even when it's gen. I'm such a sap. ^^;

♥ Hugs back for you!

[cherie-morte.livejournal.com]

I voted this for 1st AND most creative and when taking notes on the entries I wrote down "CASUAL INTIMACY!!11!!1!!1!!!" for it because DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY FAVORITE THING IN FIC EVER IS? CASUAL INTIMACY, YO.

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, you! ^_______^ ♥ AND THANK YOU FOR THAT TERM, BECAUSE YES! That is *exactly* it. That's the sort of thing I love to read and write best (it shows up in things I've written in other fandoms), and I've never had a way of describing it.

♥♥♥ \o/ Thank you so much, hon!