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tamingthemuse2009-08-08 07:03 pm
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Entry tags:
159 Babylon, Dean: Danger Magnet, Monjinator, Supernatural
Title: Dean: Danger (and Babe) Magnet
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: Babylon
Warnings: None
Rating: R
Summary: Sam walks in on Dean doing something he DEFINITELY shouldn't
Notes: Whew, I didn't think I'd get this in this week, since the laptop I usually use became incapacitated. Luckily, the old dinosaur of a desktop we also have managed to let me post this!
They weren’t even to the town with the job yet, which was why Dean was taken off cuard. Sure, he always kept his eyes open to some extent, but they were in some tiny one-bar town in Indiana, and he wasn’t expecting to find a good one night stand, much less supernatural trouble.
He was nursing a beer at a table by himself when he heard footsteps behind him, and a low, sultry voice said “Is this seat taken?”
Dean fixed a smile on his face and turned to find a shapely body standing behind him. Rin brightening, he allowed his gaze to travel upwards. His eyes widened, but by the time he reached for his gun, there was a flash of red and he was caught.
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Sam tried to fumble the room key out of his pocket without dropping his milkshake or his fries. The diner had closed, but the McDonalds had been open. Dean would probably be out for a while, and he could enjoy his shake and get some research done before sleep. Finally pulling the key out, he got the door opened without spilling anything; he turned around and—
“Woah!” he yelped, shutting his eyes before his brain fried. He wasn’t as prudish as Dean made him out to be, but he did not need to see his big brother doing that. “Sorry! I’ll just – go,” he said. He turned back to leave again and stopped. There, reflected in the mirror over the small table, was Dean, flat on his back on the bed. But the figure rising over him was not the curvy brunette that Sam had glimpsed.
This…creature…had brown hair; but it was straggly, woven through with dirty gold ribbons. A tarnished crown was around her forehead, covered in strange symbols, and her skin was spotty with sores. Sam must have mad some noise, because she turned around. Sam was transfixed by the symbols painted on her forehead. Her eyes were red.
With a yell, he turned and threw himself at the creature rutting itself on his brother, dragging her off and onto the floor.
“Sam!” Dean’s shout was instant and outraged. He lunged up and dragged Sam backwards. “What the hell are you doing?”
Sam wriggled out of his brother’s grasp and threw himself on the not-woman. “She’s not a real woman!”
Dean tackled him to the floor a foot away from his target. “Of course she’s a woman – what’s wrong with you?” Sam heard him addressing the creature now. “I’m sorry for my brother. He’s obviously been into the crazy pills.”
“I’m not crazy,” Sam insisted, trying to get out from under his brother. “Dean, look in the mirror!”
“Maybe I should go.” Her voice sounded normal enough, surprisingly. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Might be best,” he heard Dean agree, and he froze in surprise from where he was trying to elbow Dean in the ribs. Dean, meeting one of his hookups the next day? Dean used his distraction ot pin his free arm and deliver a stinging smack to the back of his head. “There’s nothing in the mirror but a beautiful girl you interrupted me with,” Dean said to the sound of the door closing.
Sam shoved up suddenly, dislodging Dean, and raced to the door. When he opened it, there was no one in sight. It had vanished entirely.
“What the fuck was that?” Dean demanded from behind him. “Me and Laura were having a good time until you come busting in here—“
Sam tuned his brother out as he scanned the area. Finally, he reluctantly stepped back and shut the door, glancing down automatically to check the salt line. Except there was no salt line. Sam blinked. “Dean! Where’s the salt line?”
Dean stopped mid-rant. “Salt line?”
Sam slowly turned to stare at his brother. “The salt line we always lay down when we get a room?”
“Oh that.” Dean shrugged. “Cleaned it up, Laura didn’t like it.”
Sam gaped, stupidly, openly, for a good long minute, and then he shot past Dean for his laptop. “Where did you meet…uh…Laura, Dean?” he asked, as casually as he could while frantically logging on and bringing up some websites.
“At the bar,” Dean answered promptly. “She came over to talk to me, and we had a few drinks before she agreed to come back here. We made out in the alley on the way back, and, man, she can do things with her tongue that – “
Sam turned horrified eyes on his brother, who blithely continued describing “Laura’s” many attributes. It was clear that Dean had no clue just how much shit they were in. Especially when he found what he was looking for on his websites.
He flipped open his phone and dialed. “Yeah, Bobby,” he said before Bobby had a chance to get out more than a rough greeting. “We have a major problem. Yeah, again. Dean’s been bewitched by the Whore of Babylon.”
Eventually, Bobby stopped laughing long enough to tell Sam how to handle the situation.
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: Babylon
Warnings: None
Rating: R
Summary: Sam walks in on Dean doing something he DEFINITELY shouldn't
Notes: Whew, I didn't think I'd get this in this week, since the laptop I usually use became incapacitated. Luckily, the old dinosaur of a desktop we also have managed to let me post this!
They weren’t even to the town with the job yet, which was why Dean was taken off cuard. Sure, he always kept his eyes open to some extent, but they were in some tiny one-bar town in Indiana, and he wasn’t expecting to find a good one night stand, much less supernatural trouble.
He was nursing a beer at a table by himself when he heard footsteps behind him, and a low, sultry voice said “Is this seat taken?”
Dean fixed a smile on his face and turned to find a shapely body standing behind him. Rin brightening, he allowed his gaze to travel upwards. His eyes widened, but by the time he reached for his gun, there was a flash of red and he was caught.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Sam tried to fumble the room key out of his pocket without dropping his milkshake or his fries. The diner had closed, but the McDonalds had been open. Dean would probably be out for a while, and he could enjoy his shake and get some research done before sleep. Finally pulling the key out, he got the door opened without spilling anything; he turned around and—
“Woah!” he yelped, shutting his eyes before his brain fried. He wasn’t as prudish as Dean made him out to be, but he did not need to see his big brother doing that. “Sorry! I’ll just – go,” he said. He turned back to leave again and stopped. There, reflected in the mirror over the small table, was Dean, flat on his back on the bed. But the figure rising over him was not the curvy brunette that Sam had glimpsed.
This…creature…had brown hair; but it was straggly, woven through with dirty gold ribbons. A tarnished crown was around her forehead, covered in strange symbols, and her skin was spotty with sores. Sam must have mad some noise, because she turned around. Sam was transfixed by the symbols painted on her forehead. Her eyes were red.
With a yell, he turned and threw himself at the creature rutting itself on his brother, dragging her off and onto the floor.
“Sam!” Dean’s shout was instant and outraged. He lunged up and dragged Sam backwards. “What the hell are you doing?”
Sam wriggled out of his brother’s grasp and threw himself on the not-woman. “She’s not a real woman!”
Dean tackled him to the floor a foot away from his target. “Of course she’s a woman – what’s wrong with you?” Sam heard him addressing the creature now. “I’m sorry for my brother. He’s obviously been into the crazy pills.”
“I’m not crazy,” Sam insisted, trying to get out from under his brother. “Dean, look in the mirror!”
“Maybe I should go.” Her voice sounded normal enough, surprisingly. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Might be best,” he heard Dean agree, and he froze in surprise from where he was trying to elbow Dean in the ribs. Dean, meeting one of his hookups the next day? Dean used his distraction ot pin his free arm and deliver a stinging smack to the back of his head. “There’s nothing in the mirror but a beautiful girl you interrupted me with,” Dean said to the sound of the door closing.
Sam shoved up suddenly, dislodging Dean, and raced to the door. When he opened it, there was no one in sight. It had vanished entirely.
“What the fuck was that?” Dean demanded from behind him. “Me and Laura were having a good time until you come busting in here—“
Sam tuned his brother out as he scanned the area. Finally, he reluctantly stepped back and shut the door, glancing down automatically to check the salt line. Except there was no salt line. Sam blinked. “Dean! Where’s the salt line?”
Dean stopped mid-rant. “Salt line?”
Sam slowly turned to stare at his brother. “The salt line we always lay down when we get a room?”
“Oh that.” Dean shrugged. “Cleaned it up, Laura didn’t like it.”
Sam gaped, stupidly, openly, for a good long minute, and then he shot past Dean for his laptop. “Where did you meet…uh…Laura, Dean?” he asked, as casually as he could while frantically logging on and bringing up some websites.
“At the bar,” Dean answered promptly. “She came over to talk to me, and we had a few drinks before she agreed to come back here. We made out in the alley on the way back, and, man, she can do things with her tongue that – “
Sam turned horrified eyes on his brother, who blithely continued describing “Laura’s” many attributes. It was clear that Dean had no clue just how much shit they were in. Especially when he found what he was looking for on his websites.
He flipped open his phone and dialed. “Yeah, Bobby,” he said before Bobby had a chance to get out more than a rough greeting. “We have a major problem. Yeah, again. Dean’s been bewitched by the Whore of Babylon.”
Eventually, Bobby stopped laughing long enough to tell Sam how to handle the situation.