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caffienekitty) wrote2008-03-28 12:14 am
caffienekitty) wrote2008-03-28 12:14 am
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SPN Fanfic: Five AM, St. Louis Time (Conversation)
Title: Five AM, St. Louis Time
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: GEN, PG13 (one r-rated word mumbled)
Word Count: 360 words
Warnings: Conversation. Kinda silly.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Getting Dean out of bed at 5 am. Missing Scene from 1.06 'Skin'
A/N: I've had bits of this for a while, but never got around to posting it until now.
"Dean."
"Grrmfl."
"Hey, Dean. Wake up."
"Gn- Whassup? We leavin' town now?"
"Not yet."
"Five-oh?"
"No, no cops. I-
"Whassa fi- 'mergency?"
"I want to go back to the crime scene, take another look around."
"... Timezit?"
"Uh... Heh. Quarter to five?"
"'n the morning?"
"Uh, yeah. I was just thinking and-"
"Gnuuurgh."
"Come on, get up."
"'S not an 'mergency, Sam. Fuggoff."
"But I really think we should go and-"
"Yer not gonna lemme sleep, are you?"
"No."
"God. What in hell turned you into a morning person and when can I shoot it?"
"...uh... in Stanford... me and Jess used to..."
"Yeah, okay, never mind."
"These are my friends."
"...Toss my bag over here."
"Thanks, Dean. I want to go and-"
"Nuh uh."
"But, I thought you-"
"Coffee."
"What?"
"It is too damn early for me to translate from geek-boy without caffeine."
"But I just-"
"Before explanation, coffee."
"But-"
"Coff. Eeeeeeee. Sam. Coffee."
"It's-"
"Now."
"Can't I just explain wh-"
"No, Sam. Coffee now, thinking later."
"You don't need to think, it's really-"
"Every time you open your frigging mouth I need to think, Sam. Coffee."
"Bu-"
"The only words I'm gonna hear when you say them is 'Here's your coffee, Dean'. Everything else you say right now? Is like, like whats-her-name. Charlie Brown's teacher."
"C'mon Dean, I just wanted-"
"'Wahnwahn wahn, wahn wahn wahnwahn.' See? Charlie Brown's teacher. Coffee'll fix that right up."
"You're seriously six years old, you know that?"
"'Wahn wah-'"
"Okay! Whatever! I'll get you a coffee!"
"Excellent. We'll stop and get one on the way there."
"I thought you wanted coffee now? There's a vending machine down the-"
"Dude. Coffee from a vending machine? Comes out the same pipes as the chicken soup."
"Right. Yeah, okay."
"Not to mention it was never really coffee to begin with."
"Point."
"You will get me a real coffee. And not that frigging vanilla hazelnut frou-frou crap either."
"That was once, Dean! Once! Weeks ago!"
"Traumatize a man first thing in the morning. Scarred me for life with that crap. Go to take a sip of coffee and get a mouthful of hot liquid air freshener."
"Fine! Real coffee."
"Yes. Real coffee. Which I will then drink, and which will start to enter my bloodstream about the time we get to your buddy's place."
"Okay, Dean."
"And then and only then, will I hear why the hell you found it necessary to drag me out of bed at five in the morning to look at a place we already looked at."
- - -
(that's it)
(Conversations Index)
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: GEN, PG13 (one r-rated word mumbled)
Word Count: 360 words
Warnings: Conversation. Kinda silly.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Getting Dean out of bed at 5 am. Missing Scene from 1.06 'Skin'
A/N: I've had bits of this for a while, but never got around to posting it until now.
Conversations
by CaffieneKitty
Five AM, St. Louis Time
-
Timeframe:
Missing scene from 'Skin'
-
"Dean."
"Grrmfl."
"Hey, Dean. Wake up."
"Gn- Whassup? We leavin' town now?"
"Not yet."
"Five-oh?"
"No, no cops. I-
"Whassa fi- 'mergency?"
"I want to go back to the crime scene, take another look around."
"... Timezit?"
"Uh... Heh. Quarter to five?"
"'n the morning?"
"Uh, yeah. I was just thinking and-"
"Gnuuurgh."
"Come on, get up."
"'S not an 'mergency, Sam. Fuggoff."
"But I really think we should go and-"
"Yer not gonna lemme sleep, are you?"
"No."
"God. What in hell turned you into a morning person and when can I shoot it?"
"...uh... in Stanford... me and Jess used to..."
"Yeah, okay, never mind."
"These are my friends."
"...Toss my bag over here."
"Thanks, Dean. I want to go and-"
"Nuh uh."
"But, I thought you-"
"Coffee."
"What?"
"It is too damn early for me to translate from geek-boy without caffeine."
"But I just-"
"Before explanation, coffee."
"But-"
"Coff. Eeeeeeee. Sam. Coffee."
"It's-"
"Now."
"Can't I just explain wh-"
"No, Sam. Coffee now, thinking later."
"You don't need to think, it's really-"
"Every time you open your frigging mouth I need to think, Sam. Coffee."
"Bu-"
"The only words I'm gonna hear when you say them is 'Here's your coffee, Dean'. Everything else you say right now? Is like, like whats-her-name. Charlie Brown's teacher."
"C'mon Dean, I just wanted-"
"'Wahnwahn wahn, wahn wahn wahnwahn.' See? Charlie Brown's teacher. Coffee'll fix that right up."
"You're seriously six years old, you know that?"
"'Wahn wah-'"
"Okay! Whatever! I'll get you a coffee!"
"Excellent. We'll stop and get one on the way there."
"I thought you wanted coffee now? There's a vending machine down the-"
"Dude. Coffee from a vending machine? Comes out the same pipes as the chicken soup."
"Right. Yeah, okay."
"Not to mention it was never really coffee to begin with."
"Point."
"You will get me a real coffee. And not that frigging vanilla hazelnut frou-frou crap either."
"That was once, Dean! Once! Weeks ago!"
"Traumatize a man first thing in the morning. Scarred me for life with that crap. Go to take a sip of coffee and get a mouthful of hot liquid air freshener."
"Fine! Real coffee."
"Yes. Real coffee. Which I will then drink, and which will start to enter my bloodstream about the time we get to your buddy's place."
"Okay, Dean."
"And then and only then, will I hear why the hell you found it necessary to drag me out of bed at five in the morning to look at a place we already looked at."
- - -
(that's it)
(Conversations Index)