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Title: My Daddy Was A Soldier Man - Part 4/7
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kellifer_fic
Fandom: SPN/SGA
Rating: PG (language/adult themes)
Category: Crossover
Words: 336 (Commitment 200-woo!)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: All mistakes are mine. This all began with My Daddy Didn't Have Days Like This
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |
“Why not?”
Dean looks at Sam, sitting on his bed, balling his socks and rolls his eyes. “I’d just rather not, okay?”
“Why?”
“This was cute when you were five. It’s a little irritating now,” Dean says, pegging a pillow at Sam’s head. Sam merely leans sideways so it sails harmlessly by his ear and raises his eyebrows.
“You’re bored out of your brain and Sheppard offered you the chance to go to other planets. I may be housebound but you don’t have to be.”
“That’s the thing. It’s unfair if I go and you’re stuck here.”
“Bullshit Dean,” Sam snaps, standing. “Look, I’ve got dozens of babysitters. I don’t need another one.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Dean says, anger thrumming through his veins. “What happened to you…”
“What about what happened to me?” Sam demands. He’s gained back most of the weight and colour he’d lost during his recovery from the Wraith virus, but every now and again, shadows across his face, his cheekbones are a little too sharp and Dean can see smudges where there were slits next to his nose.
Dean swallows hard and turns away. “It terrified the crap out of me,” Dean says, voice low and bruised.
“You can’t watch me every second,” Sam says, sounding tired.
“If something happens to you while I’m gallivanting-”
“You’ve never gallivanted in your life,” Sam interrupts and that’s it, they’re both laughing. “Look,” Sam says when the fit of giggles subsides. “You’re going to go nuts just sitting around here doing nothing. Plus, you’ll look just darling in the uniform.”
“So bitchy,” Dean mock-gasps, putting a hand over his heart. Sam just snickers and Dean finally raises his hands in surrender. “Okay, fine. But you die while I’m not here and we’re gonna have a conversation.”
“I’d expect nothing less than you marching right into the afterlife and dragging my ass back just so you can kick it,” Sam says and while there’s mirth in his tone, his eyes are serious.
“Damn straight,” Dean nods.
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kellifer_ficFandom: SPN/SGA
Rating: PG (language/adult themes)
Category: Crossover
Words: 336 (Commitment 200-woo!)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: All mistakes are mine. This all began with My Daddy Didn't Have Days Like This
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |
“Why not?”
Dean looks at Sam, sitting on his bed, balling his socks and rolls his eyes. “I’d just rather not, okay?”
“Why?”
“This was cute when you were five. It’s a little irritating now,” Dean says, pegging a pillow at Sam’s head. Sam merely leans sideways so it sails harmlessly by his ear and raises his eyebrows.
“You’re bored out of your brain and Sheppard offered you the chance to go to other planets. I may be housebound but you don’t have to be.”
“That’s the thing. It’s unfair if I go and you’re stuck here.”
“Bullshit Dean,” Sam snaps, standing. “Look, I’ve got dozens of babysitters. I don’t need another one.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Dean says, anger thrumming through his veins. “What happened to you…”
“What about what happened to me?” Sam demands. He’s gained back most of the weight and colour he’d lost during his recovery from the Wraith virus, but every now and again, shadows across his face, his cheekbones are a little too sharp and Dean can see smudges where there were slits next to his nose.
Dean swallows hard and turns away. “It terrified the crap out of me,” Dean says, voice low and bruised.
“You can’t watch me every second,” Sam says, sounding tired.
“If something happens to you while I’m gallivanting-”
“You’ve never gallivanted in your life,” Sam interrupts and that’s it, they’re both laughing. “Look,” Sam says when the fit of giggles subsides. “You’re going to go nuts just sitting around here doing nothing. Plus, you’ll look just darling in the uniform.”
“So bitchy,” Dean mock-gasps, putting a hand over his heart. Sam just snickers and Dean finally raises his hands in surrender. “Okay, fine. But you die while I’m not here and we’re gonna have a conversation.”
“I’d expect nothing less than you marching right into the afterlife and dragging my ass back just so you can kick it,” Sam says and while there’s mirth in his tone, his eyes are serious.
“Damn straight,” Dean nods.
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