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donutsweeper) wrote2009-03-31 10:45 am
donutsweeper) wrote2009-03-31 10:45 am
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Another One For the Book
Title: Another One For the Book
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Supernatural fandom, preseries , rated G
Word Count: 327
Summary: The Winchester boys had an interesting collection when they were kids.
Author's Note: Un-beta-ed. Written as comment_fic.
"Ha!" Dean yelled as John herded him back into the motel room. "It was great, Sammy. You should'a been there. It wasn't a ghost!"
"Dean?" Sam moved off the couch in a hurry so they could get Dean sitting down. "Your head's bleeding pretty bad."
"Nah, it's nothing," Dean said, unsteadily waving away Sam's attempts to get a better look at the gash. "Get the book, Sam. Get the book. You'll never guess what I saw!"
"Maybe now's not the best time for that, eh, son?" John knelt down in front of Dean and began the standard concussion test. "Follow my finger."
"I'm fine, Dad. Wasn't out for more than a couple of minutes. Doesn't even hurt." Despite his declaration, he still flinched away when John started trying to clean up the blood that had caked over the right side of his face. "You got the book, Sam?"
"Right here, Dean." Sam plunked back down on the couch next to Dean and pretended not to notice the wince when the movement jostled his brother a bit. "So, what'dja see then?" He started flipping the pages. "Banshee? We've already got a 'b' but it'd be neat to get another. Or a Woman in White? We don't got a 'w' yet."
"Have. Not got," Dean corrected automatically. "Nope. Even better. It was a Revenant," he explained, a touch of awe and excitement in his voice.
"Really? A Revenant? Oh, that's so cool!" Sam started scribbling in their monster book. "That's so much better than a boring old ghost. We've already seen tons of those!"
John leaned back on his haunches and scrubbed a hand over his face. Some boys collected matchbox cars or baseball cards. His boys collected monsters. There were times- no, he cut that thought off quickly. "Stay there, Dean. I'll be back in a second to bandage that," he said, giving Dean a light tap on the leg before he got up to get the supplies.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Supernatural fandom, preseries , rated G
Word Count: 327
Summary: The Winchester boys had an interesting collection when they were kids.
Author's Note: Un-beta-ed. Written as comment_fic.
"Ha!" Dean yelled as John herded him back into the motel room. "It was great, Sammy. You should'a been there. It wasn't a ghost!"
"Dean?" Sam moved off the couch in a hurry so they could get Dean sitting down. "Your head's bleeding pretty bad."
"Nah, it's nothing," Dean said, unsteadily waving away Sam's attempts to get a better look at the gash. "Get the book, Sam. Get the book. You'll never guess what I saw!"
"Maybe now's not the best time for that, eh, son?" John knelt down in front of Dean and began the standard concussion test. "Follow my finger."
"I'm fine, Dad. Wasn't out for more than a couple of minutes. Doesn't even hurt." Despite his declaration, he still flinched away when John started trying to clean up the blood that had caked over the right side of his face. "You got the book, Sam?"
"Right here, Dean." Sam plunked back down on the couch next to Dean and pretended not to notice the wince when the movement jostled his brother a bit. "So, what'dja see then?" He started flipping the pages. "Banshee? We've already got a 'b' but it'd be neat to get another. Or a Woman in White? We don't got a 'w' yet."
"Have. Not got," Dean corrected automatically. "Nope. Even better. It was a Revenant," he explained, a touch of awe and excitement in his voice.
"Really? A Revenant? Oh, that's so cool!" Sam started scribbling in their monster book. "That's so much better than a boring old ghost. We've already seen tons of those!"
John leaned back on his haunches and scrubbed a hand over his face. Some boys collected matchbox cars or baseball cards. His boys collected monsters. There were times- no, he cut that thought off quickly. "Stay there, Dean. I'll be back in a second to bandage that," he said, giving Dean a light tap on the leg before he got up to get the supplies.