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Fic: "Three Jobs"
Title: Three Jobs
Rating: G
Fandom: SPN
Category: Gen
Summary: Three times Dean could've written something other than hunter in the occupation box.
Dean likes bartending, probably better than any other gig he gets, or at least that's what Sam assumes. Dean might like to project the whole lone wolf thing but he's actually more of a people person than Sam. Sure, he can come off sleazy to little old lady witnesses they need information from, but bar denizens are his people.
A little place called Tad's Glory Hole was Sam's favourite, right up until the moment he knew what the name meant.
Even then he still had a warm place in his heart for it because Tad was nice and made him fries whenever he dropped in after school.
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Dean gets a job bussing tables at a pizza place one summer and it is the most awesome thing ever. The main reason it's awesome is that with their dad gone and money becoming an issue, most days Dean brings home whatever is left over at the end of the night.
Sam is starting to suspect that he may become lactose intolerant just from the sheer amount of cheese he's injesting on a daily basis but he's willing to make that sacrifice. He's also willing to put up with Dean making, keep playing with it and it will fall off jokes about the amount of time Sam is spending in the bathroom.
Sam will not admit that he feels like his intestines are falling out because that would put a stop to the pizza and maybe have Dean cotton on to the fact that he's eating pizza for breakfast and lunch as well as dinner.
Dean seems to get with the program however, because three weeks in and he's bringing home wilted and unappetising-looking salads and making Sam load up on the green bits before he's allowed a slice. Sam tries to pick just the croutons out to eat but Dean stares him down until he's at least injested a piece of lettuce and a wedge of tomato heavy with balsamic vinegar.
Still, best summer ever.
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No matter how many pictures Dean has of Sam sleeping on the passenger seat with various utensils poking out of his mouth and nose, it will never compare to the single faded photograph of Dean as a hotdog, replete with red-stockinged legs.
What makes it better is Sam was running when he took the picture because Dean had spotted him across the street and the photo is of an angry hotdog in pursuit.
Sam has to be constantly creative about the places he hides it on his person, in the Impala and in the various hotel rooms they frequent but it's become a running joke of sorts, Dean's mission to eventually find this photo.
Even when Dean was... absent, Sam still moved it from time to time, just in case.
Rating: G
Fandom: SPN
Category: Gen
Summary: Three times Dean could've written something other than hunter in the occupation box.
Dean likes bartending, probably better than any other gig he gets, or at least that's what Sam assumes. Dean might like to project the whole lone wolf thing but he's actually more of a people person than Sam. Sure, he can come off sleazy to little old lady witnesses they need information from, but bar denizens are his people.
A little place called Tad's Glory Hole was Sam's favourite, right up until the moment he knew what the name meant.
Even then he still had a warm place in his heart for it because Tad was nice and made him fries whenever he dropped in after school.
Dean gets a job bussing tables at a pizza place one summer and it is the most awesome thing ever. The main reason it's awesome is that with their dad gone and money becoming an issue, most days Dean brings home whatever is left over at the end of the night.
Sam is starting to suspect that he may become lactose intolerant just from the sheer amount of cheese he's injesting on a daily basis but he's willing to make that sacrifice. He's also willing to put up with Dean making, keep playing with it and it will fall off jokes about the amount of time Sam is spending in the bathroom.
Sam will not admit that he feels like his intestines are falling out because that would put a stop to the pizza and maybe have Dean cotton on to the fact that he's eating pizza for breakfast and lunch as well as dinner.
Dean seems to get with the program however, because three weeks in and he's bringing home wilted and unappetising-looking salads and making Sam load up on the green bits before he's allowed a slice. Sam tries to pick just the croutons out to eat but Dean stares him down until he's at least injested a piece of lettuce and a wedge of tomato heavy with balsamic vinegar.
Still, best summer ever.
No matter how many pictures Dean has of Sam sleeping on the passenger seat with various utensils poking out of his mouth and nose, it will never compare to the single faded photograph of Dean as a hotdog, replete with red-stockinged legs.
What makes it better is Sam was running when he took the picture because Dean had spotted him across the street and the photo is of an angry hotdog in pursuit.
Sam has to be constantly creative about the places he hides it on his person, in the Impala and in the various hotel rooms they frequent but it's become a running joke of sorts, Dean's mission to eventually find this photo.
Even when Dean was... absent, Sam still moved it from time to time, just in case.
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@ angry!Hotdog!Dean *g*
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