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"Kill Shot"
Title: Kill Shot
Rating: G
Fandom: SPN
Wordcount: 415 words.
Summary: How Winchesters play laser tag.
Dean thinks probably the funniest thing about their whole day was the poor, teeny nerds who ran the joint trying to find a vest that fit his brother. Dean knew that Sam was getting beefy in an abstract way but putting on the largest adult-sized vest they had and making it look like it was made for a twelve year old was truly, deeply hysterical and also had Dean thinking that maybe he should start checking his brother's duffle for steroids.
Eventually, someone came up with a vest especially made for the extra-husky gentleman and Dean will never, never let Sam forget it.
Dean's own vest buzzes with a kill-shot and Dean spins, eyes narrowing at Sam who has managed to sneak up from behind. "Oh, you bitch!" Dean snaps.
Sam chortles and runs for it before Dean's own weapon can activate again. He's supposed to stay in his designated zone while he's dead but Dean's never met a rule he didn't want to break in his life and he is up and pursuing his brother while the damn vest is still vibrating against his chest.
Dean only realises he's been led into an ambush when it's too late to do anything about it.
What's mortifying is that he's been led into an ambush of four twelve year old girls who squeal and jump about in pink and pig-tailed ecstasy while he's left standing with a yet-again buzzing vest.
Sam stands off to the side, eyes alight and hand up, two fingers aloft in a girly 'V' for victory.
Candy, Sandy, Mandy and Beth for chrissakes, gather around Sam who crouches down and looks to be issuing orders. They stream away in different directions, reminding Dean of the Wicked Witch sending out her flying monkeys.
"Dude, how have we been here long enough for you to have minions?" Dean complains, smacking at his vest because it won't quit buzzing this time.
"I'm just naturally charismatic," Sam says with a tilt of his head and wide eyes but then his serious face cracks and he laughs. "C'mon man, I promised that I'd go kill their brothers."
"Alright," Dean relents, the vest finally, mercifully stopping its buzzing only to restart again almost immediately. Dean whips around and one of the little girls is right behind him.
"That's three," Sam calls, wisely making a run for it.
"Whatever my brother's paying you, I'll double it," Dean says, hunkering down to little girl level.
Rating: G
Fandom: SPN
Wordcount: 415 words.
Summary: How Winchesters play laser tag.
Dean thinks probably the funniest thing about their whole day was the poor, teeny nerds who ran the joint trying to find a vest that fit his brother. Dean knew that Sam was getting beefy in an abstract way but putting on the largest adult-sized vest they had and making it look like it was made for a twelve year old was truly, deeply hysterical and also had Dean thinking that maybe he should start checking his brother's duffle for steroids.
Eventually, someone came up with a vest especially made for the extra-husky gentleman and Dean will never, never let Sam forget it.
Dean's own vest buzzes with a kill-shot and Dean spins, eyes narrowing at Sam who has managed to sneak up from behind. "Oh, you bitch!" Dean snaps.
Sam chortles and runs for it before Dean's own weapon can activate again. He's supposed to stay in his designated zone while he's dead but Dean's never met a rule he didn't want to break in his life and he is up and pursuing his brother while the damn vest is still vibrating against his chest.
Dean only realises he's been led into an ambush when it's too late to do anything about it.
What's mortifying is that he's been led into an ambush of four twelve year old girls who squeal and jump about in pink and pig-tailed ecstasy while he's left standing with a yet-again buzzing vest.
Sam stands off to the side, eyes alight and hand up, two fingers aloft in a girly 'V' for victory.
Candy, Sandy, Mandy and Beth for chrissakes, gather around Sam who crouches down and looks to be issuing orders. They stream away in different directions, reminding Dean of the Wicked Witch sending out her flying monkeys.
"Dude, how have we been here long enough for you to have minions?" Dean complains, smacking at his vest because it won't quit buzzing this time.
"I'm just naturally charismatic," Sam says with a tilt of his head and wide eyes but then his serious face cracks and he laughs. "C'mon man, I promised that I'd go kill their brothers."
"Alright," Dean relents, the vest finally, mercifully stopping its buzzing only to restart again almost immediately. Dean whips around and one of the little girls is right behind him.
"That's three," Sam calls, wisely making a run for it.
"Whatever my brother's paying you, I'll double it," Dean says, hunkering down to little girl level.
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