Prompt: Written for the SpnFanFictPond’s Challange: “I have never been so insulted.” “You don’t listen much, do you?”
A/N: For those of you who wanted a part 2 of Laundry Day, this is written in the same spirit. I’ve taken enough dayquil to eat a hole through my kidneys and still feel like death. So my apologies if this is kind of a crack fic.
“This stuff is ridiculous,” Dean said, lifting up
an old porcelain doll. He grimaced,
turning to show it to you. "Hello,
Clarice,“ he hissed, tongue flicking between his teeth. You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful
"Creepy,” you chided.
“They’re antiques, Dean,” Sam said, focused on the
EMF in his hand. "They’re from
another time.“ A furry, clawed paw
fell on his shoulder and Sam jumped.
Dean burst out laughing, holding a bear skin rug, patting
Sam with its paw.
"It’s not funny, Dean,” Sam yelled, scowling at
his brother. Dean grinned, turning the
bear head to look at him, before looking back at his brother.
“I know. It’s
hilarious.” Sam’s jaw tensed and
you hid your smiled behind your EMF.