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donutsweeper) wrote2008-11-25 09:09 am
donutsweeper) wrote2008-11-25 09:09 am
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Deals and Directions
Title: Deals and Directions
Rating:G
Word Count: 422
Pairings, Warnings, Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean is impatient, Sammy's getting frustrated.
Author's note: Set preseries, Sam is about 7, Dean 11. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spnflashfic waiting challenge.
Sammy was a really good reader, everyone at school said so. He was also good at following directions. Well, most of the time. When they were important. And, if he’d paid attention to them in the first place.
This time he’d been very careful. The lady in the library had photocopied the page he needed and even come up with some suggestions that turned out pretty helpful. He wouldn’t have thought of using an empty bottle like that. She was a little taken aback when he’d pulled out his knife to show her, but women could be weird about that sort of thing. At least she didn’t yell at him like the produce guy did. Man he’d had a girly scream.
“How much longer, Sammy?” Dean was squatting in front of the oven, he’d probably have his nose pressed up against the door if he didn’t think Sammy’d whack him again.
“Another 20 minutes till it’s done, but then we gotta wait an hour to let it cool.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause we’re following the recipe and that’s what the recipe says.”
“But!”
“Dean,” Sammy scolded, trying to copy Dad’s no nonsense tone of voice, stretching the name out for two long syllables.
“Are you sure it’ll work?”
“It should. We used the right kind of apples and remembered to poke the holes in the top this time.”
“Not like we were gonna forget that again. Man, that took forever to clean up.”
“You still ate it,” Sammy reminded him, gesturing with the knife he was cleaning.
“Well, duh. I wasn’t gonna let it go to waste, was I?”
Sammy giggled. “No, I suppose not.” He started scrubbing the table, trying to get some of the sticky flour off. “You’re going to hold up your part of the deal now, right?”
“Oh yeah. All your chores for the rest of the month.”
“And no telling Dad.”
“No telling Dad.”
“Or skimping on them so I get in trouble.”
“Sammy!” Dean huffed. “Like I would do such a thing.”
“I wouldn’t put it past you!”
Dean turned away from the oven to look at his brother with the most perplexed look on his face that Sammy had ever seen. “I swore on pie, Sammy. On pie. You really think I’d break a promise like that?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Guess not is right,” Dean muttered, turning back to stare through the oven window. “So, how much longer now?”
Sammy sighed. The next hour was going to be the longest hour of his entire life.
“Sammy?”
Rating:G
Word Count: 422
Pairings, Warnings, Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean is impatient, Sammy's getting frustrated.
Author's note: Set preseries, Sam is about 7, Dean 11. Written for the
spnflashfic waiting challenge.Sammy was a really good reader, everyone at school said so. He was also good at following directions. Well, most of the time. When they were important. And, if he’d paid attention to them in the first place.
This time he’d been very careful. The lady in the library had photocopied the page he needed and even come up with some suggestions that turned out pretty helpful. He wouldn’t have thought of using an empty bottle like that. She was a little taken aback when he’d pulled out his knife to show her, but women could be weird about that sort of thing. At least she didn’t yell at him like the produce guy did. Man he’d had a girly scream.
“How much longer, Sammy?” Dean was squatting in front of the oven, he’d probably have his nose pressed up against the door if he didn’t think Sammy’d whack him again.
“Another 20 minutes till it’s done, but then we gotta wait an hour to let it cool.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause we’re following the recipe and that’s what the recipe says.”
“But!”
“Dean,” Sammy scolded, trying to copy Dad’s no nonsense tone of voice, stretching the name out for two long syllables.
“Are you sure it’ll work?”
“It should. We used the right kind of apples and remembered to poke the holes in the top this time.”
“Not like we were gonna forget that again. Man, that took forever to clean up.”
“You still ate it,” Sammy reminded him, gesturing with the knife he was cleaning.
“Well, duh. I wasn’t gonna let it go to waste, was I?”
Sammy giggled. “No, I suppose not.” He started scrubbing the table, trying to get some of the sticky flour off. “You’re going to hold up your part of the deal now, right?”
“Oh yeah. All your chores for the rest of the month.”
“And no telling Dad.”
“No telling Dad.”
“Or skimping on them so I get in trouble.”
“Sammy!” Dean huffed. “Like I would do such a thing.”
“I wouldn’t put it past you!”
Dean turned away from the oven to look at his brother with the most perplexed look on his face that Sammy had ever seen. “I swore on pie, Sammy. On pie. You really think I’d break a promise like that?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Guess not is right,” Dean muttered, turning back to stare through the oven window. “So, how much longer now?”
Sammy sighed. The next hour was going to be the longest hour of his entire life.
“Sammy?”