: hard to take couragePairing
: Sam/Dean / Sam&Dean Rating:
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: for balder12
's prompt: Dean plays with the giant rainbow slinky
At first, Dean just - kinda, holds it- shut up! He's wanted it for years!
It rests in Dean's lap as he drives them away, and he feels up the shape of it as he drives, fingers under the top circle, smooths the curve of the column, the ridges inside.
Dean can see Sam hiding a smile, but it's a fond one, like when he can't help but laugh at Dean's jokes. Doesn't say a word. Knows what is good for him, bitch is covered in glitter.
Dean steps out to get the gas pump, and when he's back, it's gone.
"Give it back" Dean makes Dad's hand gesture, Dad's tone. This is important hunter business.
"What?" Sam asks, voice casual innocence. Dean glares. Sam raises an eyebrow, shrugs big, fake-smiles. But there is a real smile there too, the sort Dean hasn't seen in a long while, and Dean knows he is smiling like an idiot too. He dives for under Sam's seat, and of course there it is. Sam pulls it away, but in the car Sam can't use him monster arm reach, and Dean's got him pinned in a second, sitting on him like the bitch he is and grabbing what's his.
Sam gives up easy, smirks, like all he wanted was to prove Dean would fight for it. Dean goes for Sam's hair, something between a ruffle and a noogie, and that is a mistake.
"Sam! The car!" he yells, incredulous. His Baby might never again be free of glitter. Bedazzled hairy sasquatch of a brother. Always said Sam was a pussy.
Gonna vacuum her all better soon as possible.
When Sam is asleep that night, Dean slips out. There are five steps leading up to the motel's entrance.
The steps are too wide, that's what it is.
OK, a slinky as large as this just needs more acceleration power behind it, not like the puny metal things that kids get their fingers stuck in.
Dean can just go on a beer run, they'll need beer - at some point . And if he happens to find a good, steep staircase, driving around looking for a place to get beer - well, then, he'll be prepared.
It's like parkour, really, who else goes around searching for steep danger-stairs at midnight? It's good for a hunter.
Really, Sam should be practicing this too.
It's why Dean wanted the slinky to begin with, after all, playing with Sam.
Sam wakes up with Lucifer whispering in his ear. Dean is not there.
Maybe back in hell? Maybe shot by Dick Roman, or eaten by a ghoul?
Sam isn't surprised to find Dean behind the motel, in a dark alley, racing his slinky down some steps.
He isn't surprised, but he can breathe again without feeling like his ribs are cracked.
Dean is smiling, winded in his t-shirt, eyes crinkling like he doesn't remember there is anything else in the world.
He starts a little when he realizes Sam is there, then his smile widens with pleasure. He hands Sam a beer and it looks too grown up for dean's smile at that moment, but Dean opens it with his ring, one smooth move, capable hands. Dean.
Sam bumps Dean's shoulder and sits down with him.