SPN Ficlet: Them's the Rules
Dec. 17th, 2009 01:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielOkay, so I needed to do some writing for today and had no inspiration for anything. But then my phone alerted me that it was my turn on Scrabble with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sdrohc_ratiug and, well, the following idea hit me. It is kind of silly.
One of these lines is absolutely Dahlia's. But it was way better than what I was coming up with and she said I could have it. :)
Dean/Cas pre-slash, Sam. 275 words. PG. If Sam and Cas ever join forces and turn those eyes on him at the same time, Dean is definitely going to be in trouble.
Them's the Rules
Dean looks down at the board, then back up at Cas. “Dude,” he says, casting a quick glance at Sam. “We already decided. No Enochian!”
Cas frowns. “But there is a triple word score, Dean. And my Z would not play elsewhere.”
“What, you can’t just play ‘zebra’ like a normal person?”
“This game is distressingly monolingual,” Cas answers, blinking at Dean across the table.
“Well excuse us and our silly little human games! Would you maybe prefer angelic Parcheesi?”
“We have not finished this game yet.”
Dean’s head hits the table with a dull thud. “This was your idea, Sam. Enforce the rules!”
“Hey, don’t blame this on me,” Sam says, doodling on the notepad where he’s been tallying their scores. “You’re the one who keeps falling for those eyes of his.”
“What?” Dean’s head pops up. He glares, but Sam just shrugs.
“Don’t deny, man. It’s the truth.”
Dean opens his mouth to argue, but makes the mistake of glancing at Cas. He’s pouting, or as close as he gets, a line forming between his eyebrows. His eyes are wide and blue. Beseeching. Dean didn’t even know he knew ‘beseeching.’
He wonders how many points that would get him with a triple word score.
Damn it.
At the rate he’s going, there’s going to be a lump his forehead before the game is through. Concussion by Scrabble. “Fine,” he says, voice muffled by the table. “We’ll allow Latin. If Cas will stop looking at me like that.”
“How long?” Cas asks.
Sam interrupts before Dean can say anything. “The rest of the game.”
“Accepted,” Cas says, sounding pleased.
Great, Dean thinks, I’m screwed.
sdrohc_ratiug and, well, the following idea hit me. It is kind of silly.One of these lines is absolutely Dahlia's. But it was way better than what I was coming up with and she said I could have it. :)
Dean/Cas pre-slash, Sam. 275 words. PG. If Sam and Cas ever join forces and turn those eyes on him at the same time, Dean is definitely going to be in trouble.
Them's the Rules
Dean looks down at the board, then back up at Cas. “Dude,” he says, casting a quick glance at Sam. “We already decided. No Enochian!”
Cas frowns. “But there is a triple word score, Dean. And my Z would not play elsewhere.”
“What, you can’t just play ‘zebra’ like a normal person?”
“This game is distressingly monolingual,” Cas answers, blinking at Dean across the table.
“Well excuse us and our silly little human games! Would you maybe prefer angelic Parcheesi?”
“We have not finished this game yet.”
Dean’s head hits the table with a dull thud. “This was your idea, Sam. Enforce the rules!”
“Hey, don’t blame this on me,” Sam says, doodling on the notepad where he’s been tallying their scores. “You’re the one who keeps falling for those eyes of his.”
“What?” Dean’s head pops up. He glares, but Sam just shrugs.
“Don’t deny, man. It’s the truth.”
Dean opens his mouth to argue, but makes the mistake of glancing at Cas. He’s pouting, or as close as he gets, a line forming between his eyebrows. His eyes are wide and blue. Beseeching. Dean didn’t even know he knew ‘beseeching.’
He wonders how many points that would get him with a triple word score.
Damn it.
At the rate he’s going, there’s going to be a lump his forehead before the game is through. Concussion by Scrabble. “Fine,” he says, voice muffled by the table. “We’ll allow Latin. If Cas will stop looking at me like that.”
“How long?” Cas asks.
Sam interrupts before Dean can say anything. “The rest of the game.”
“Accepted,” Cas says, sounding pleased.
Great, Dean thinks, I’m screwed.
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Date: 2009-12-17 12:13 pm (UTC)*sporflelaughter* Oh Dean, you are SO screwed.
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Date: 2009-12-18 02:05 am (UTC)The real question here is: how did they get Dean to agree to Scrabble in the first place?
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Date: 2009-12-17 03:33 pm (UTC)Yes, Dean, you are screwed, but not in the fun way yet. ;)
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Date: 2009-12-18 02:08 am (UTC)It'll totally be in the fun way eventually. He'll lose and Cas will offer to make it up to him and Sam will be all, "And that is my cue to leave. Later, guys!"
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Date: 2009-12-18 01:53 am (UTC)*passes Dean a cold compress for the growing lump on his forehead*
:D
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Date: 2009-12-18 02:13 am (UTC):P
<3
Ah! I was just thinking about sticking "angelic" in front of other games and got through angelic strip poker and angelic spin the bottle before I got to angelic seven minutes in heaven and went, "Wait...redundancy?"
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Date: 2011-04-08 11:50 pm (UTC)I'm so happy you liked it, bb!