SPN Fanfic: Sacrosanct

[caffienekitty]

Title: Sacrosanct
Rating: GEN, PG
Word Count: 500
Warnings: mild crack
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Icon-Meme Fic #5 - There are some things you just don't screw around with.
A/N: Lj-Only for now.



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Sacrosanct
by CaffieneKitty
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"Think about it, Sam. Children's TV has always been messed up."

Sam shook off his bemusement and turned off the TV in self-defense. "Never as messed up as the Teletubbies. It's like anything that insipid has to be secretly evil."

Dean nodded. "If those things were real, they'd be hunted."

"You think hunters would go after the Teletubbies?"

"Hell yeah." Dean peered through a gun barrel, swab in hand. "Half the stuff on kids' TV would wind up being hunted if it really existed."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Smurfs?"

"Obviously some kind of fey creatures. Secret smurf-berry plots." Dean pointed at Sam with a swabbing rod. "Toadstools. Dead giveaway."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Carebears?"

Dean fake-glared, mouth quirking up. "That stare thing they do, influencing people's emotions? Mind control is never a good thing."

Sam grinned. "Fraggles."

Dean tensed, face freezing.

"Fraggles?" Sam prompted, still grinning.

Dean's jaw clenched. "We aren't discussing hunting Fraggles, Sam. At all. Ever. Don't even joke about it."

Sam blinked at Dean's sudden change in demeanor. "What? Why not?"

"We are not hunting Fraggles, okay? Fraggles are off limits."

"Come on, Dean," Sam prodded. "Weird little monster things that live underground and can sneak into anywhere? They've gotta be up to-"

"They eat radishes for fuck's sake!" Dean snapped, glaring. "They steal postcards out of one guy's trash and piss off his dog! There is not, nor will there ever be any need to hunt Fraggles!"

Sam raised his hands. "Okay, Dean! Calm down!"

"I'm calm, alright? Just-" Dean shook his head and picked up a barrel brush. "Just lay off the Fraggles, Sam. This is a stupid discussion anyway."

"But you started it..."

Dean glared down at the gun he was cleaning like he was trying to activate laser-vision to burn off the residue.

Wow. thought Sam. What the hell was that about? He turned to the laptop and looked up the Wiki page on the old Jim Henson show. It had originally aired on HBO between January 1983 and March 1987...

The show had started airing the year mom had died. Dean might not have seen it until they started staying in hotels, which got HBO. Sam clearly remembered the colorful, fuzzy underground creatures, but he must have seen it later, in syndication. He'd been just shy of five years old when the finale originally aired.

Sam did remember something hazily from back then though. He'd been about five, and wanted to try to read everything with letters on it. As they were leaving one hotel he'd picked a postcard out of the hotel room trash. When he asked Dean to read it for him, Dean had gotten mad. He'd taken the card from his little brother's hands and placed it carefully back into the trash, glossy photo of the hotel face-up. At the time, Sam couldn't read most of it, just the 'Dear Mom,' written at the top.

Sam shut the laptop and cleared his throat. "Hey."

"What?"

"I, uh... I always liked Red."

Dean glanced up from the weapon he was cleaning and back down. "Red had spunk."

"You're kind of like Red."

Dean snorted. "No way. Red was cool, but she was a flake. If I'm a Fraggle, I'm Gobol. Charismatic leader-type. You're Boober."

"I am not."

Dean half-shrugged, not looking up from the weapon he was cleaning. "Except for the sock fetish and paranoia. When you start moping around about something, you're totally Boober."

Sam picked up a rag and some gun oil. "You remember the ones with the Minstrel?

"Yeah." Dean grinned. "The Minstrel was awesome."

"Yeah." Sam smiled and started cleaning a shotgun.

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(that's it, back to the drabble meme)

Comments

[irismay42.livejournal.com]

Well that started off as crack and had me giggling at the thought of Dean and Sam hunting the Teletubbies (they'd better leave Laa-Laa alone though...!) and then suddenly veered into Angstville when I totally wasn't expecting it. Awww. I want to see that story where Dean's watching the Fraggles with his mom...

[caffienekitty]

No matter how silly things get, there's a core of angst just waiting to jump out.

[blackcat333-99.livejournal.com]

I agree with Dean. Fraggles are off limits. I have childhood memories of them.

Barney, OTOH -- that purple monster needs hunting. Sam and Dean should see to it.

Hee!

[caffienekitty]

Barney would be toast. *nods*

[anniehow.livejournal.com]

Oh, Dean, you little ball of man-angst, you! ;-P

[caffienekitty]

He is, isn't he?

[ciaranbochna.livejournal.com]

"Dean's jaw clenched. "We aren't discussing hunting Fraggles, Sam. At all. Ever. Don't even joke about it."

Fraggle discussion..Dean loves Fraggles..

*HUGS you till you squeak*

[caffienekitty]

*is squeaked*

[dendritejungle.livejournal.com]

I, uh. Have a little something in my eye. That's all. *shifty eyes*

ALSO: YAY FRAGGLES! :D :D :D

[caffienekitty]

I swear, it was gonna be nothing but some crack about Dean being a secret Fraggle fanboy, and then the woobie potential started jumping all over the place demanding to be acknowledged.

[brigid-tanner.livejournal.com]

Aww...started out all funny, then it made me almost cry. Like Sam figuring out what was up with Dean, and making it beter.

[caffienekitty]

Yeah, there's a bit of an angst ambush in this one. :-)

[malevolent73.livejournal.com]

Ok, so I think I watched Fraggle Rock a bit but I don't really recall it. I think I was to OLD for it. That's just sad. Smurfs, however, is what I wasted many a Saturday morning on. Azreal (sp?) the cat was SO darn cute!

[caffienekitty]

Fraggle Rock was a lot more pervasive in Canada; it was the afternoon programming on the CBC. I watched it and cried buckets at the finale. I would have just turned 15. You're never too old for Fraggles.

Smurfs I only saw in book-format until I went to college. We only got CBC and one or two other Canadian stations, so no Smurfs. ;-)

[malevolent73.livejournal.com]

Well that explains it. And we didn't get to watch HBO much anyway. We are like a year apart, I was 14 in '87. :)

[labseraph.livejournal.com]

How awesome that Dean would heart Fraggle Rock just like I did.

*hearts Kitty for writing*

[caffienekitty]

It was a very heartable show. :-)

[teithiwr.livejournal.com]

Sudden angst! :O Dean is very good at angst, though.

Teletubbies should most definitely be hunted. Care Bears, too. (Even though I own a Care Bear earring, shhh. It's only for purposes of evil.)

[caffienekitty]

Absolutely. Evil little emotion-controlling bears and alien (or fey? don't they live in a hill?) creatures that are waaaay too happy.

[samalander-dawn.livejournal.com]

well that had me unexpectedly welling up....hoo boy :)

really good and really boys and really like :D I can definitely hear them and picture the flashback :)

[caffienekitty]

Fraggles can be like that. I flat out bawled at the series finale, and the Minstrel music still makes me misty.