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Squeenie Drabble Challenge #21
Aug. 6th, 2007 04:03 pmJake and Dean
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“I don’t like this.” Sam’s voice is positive. Given the way the country is after the bombs, Dean can’t say that he blames him.
“It’ll be fine,” he says reassuringly, nudging his brother with his elbow. “Just don’t antagonize anyone.” A man built like a bear in a plaid shirt gives them both a dirty look. Dean turns to grin at Sam. “Or, y’know, breathe.”
“Gotcha,” says Sam, though he doesn’t look any easier. But the alternator has died on the Impala, and Dean and Sam need to keep moving, cuz there’s nowhere for them to settle down. Rumour had it Black Jack was the place to go for parts, and they can’t afford to leave till they got what they came for. A quick enquiry leads them to a mechanics tent, and Dean joins a bargaining queue. He’s unarmed – they’ve got pretty tight security – and it feels wrong, but needs must when the devil drops a bunch of atomic bombs on you and then proceeds to beat the fuck out of essential engine machinery.
The people in front of him are after parts for a turbine. Most of the people Dean’s come across so far have been so scared they’ve been scary themselves, but this guy – Jake, apparently – is different. Looks more like he knows what he’s doing. He mentions the car, and Jake grins.
“Sweet ride!”
“Oh, she’s my baby.” Sam snickers, and Dean rolls his eyes at Jake. “Brothers,” he offers, by way of explanation. Jake grins understandingly.
They move on, and Dean haggles for the part he needs. Then the atmosphere changes, and the dudes who run the tent go after the kid with Jake. Dean accidentally trips one of them up. Damn shame, but what can you do. He hears later that Jake and his friends broke the fence down getting out. Heh. He liked that guy.
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katie__pillar::“I don’t like this.” Sam’s voice is positive. Given the way the country is after the bombs, Dean can’t say that he blames him.
“It’ll be fine,” he says reassuringly, nudging his brother with his elbow. “Just don’t antagonize anyone.” A man built like a bear in a plaid shirt gives them both a dirty look. Dean turns to grin at Sam. “Or, y’know, breathe.”
“Gotcha,” says Sam, though he doesn’t look any easier. But the alternator has died on the Impala, and Dean and Sam need to keep moving, cuz there’s nowhere for them to settle down. Rumour had it Black Jack was the place to go for parts, and they can’t afford to leave till they got what they came for. A quick enquiry leads them to a mechanics tent, and Dean joins a bargaining queue. He’s unarmed – they’ve got pretty tight security – and it feels wrong, but needs must when the devil drops a bunch of atomic bombs on you and then proceeds to beat the fuck out of essential engine machinery.
The people in front of him are after parts for a turbine. Most of the people Dean’s come across so far have been so scared they’ve been scary themselves, but this guy – Jake, apparently – is different. Looks more like he knows what he’s doing. He mentions the car, and Jake grins.
“Sweet ride!”
“Oh, she’s my baby.” Sam snickers, and Dean rolls his eyes at Jake. “Brothers,” he offers, by way of explanation. Jake grins understandingly.
They move on, and Dean haggles for the part he needs. Then the atmosphere changes, and the dudes who run the tent go after the kid with Jake. Dean accidentally trips one of them up. Damn shame, but what can you do. He hears later that Jake and his friends broke the fence down getting out. Heh. He liked that guy.
