[Supernatural Fic] Dishes and Domestics
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daylight_darknightSilly, fun, dialogue only fic. I am working on a couple of longer multi-chapter things, but I want to finish them before posting anything because I don't want to risk losing interest in the middle and leaving people hanging as I tend to do on occasion. Also, I seem to be completely incapable of writing a fic without Castiel in it even if he's only just mentioned in conversation.
Title: Dishes and Domestics
Characters: Sam, Dean and a little bit of Bobby
Rating: G
Genre: Humour
Word Count: 402
Spoilers: None
Summary: Contrary to what they would have you believe, Sam and Dean do do dishes. (At least when Bobby tells them to)
Dishes and Domestics
By Daylight
“Why do I always have to wash while you get to dry?”
“Because I’m older.”
“Dean, that excuse hasn’t worked since I turned eighteen.”
“Fine, then it’s because I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing bright pink, latex gloves.”
“And I look so great in them?”
“You said it, princess.”
“You know you could always wash without gloves.”
“And ruin my touchably-soft hands?”
“Touchably-soft?”
“Chicks love soft hands.”
“Now I understand your obsession with hand cream.”
“Moisturizer, dude. Moisturizer.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Hey, watch it! You almost dropped that one on the floor.”
“Yeah, heaven help us if we break one of Bobby’s shot glasses.”
“I doubt heaven would help, but Cas might.”
“Cas could probably clean all the dishes in an instant with just a wave of his hand.”
“…”
“Dean!”
“What?”
“We are not calling up Castiel just so he can do the dishes for us.”
“What’s the fun of having an angel for a friend if we can’t have him do all our chores?”
“He is not your instant dishwasher, washing machine or car waxer.”
“You must be crazy if you think I’d let him use his mojo on my baby.”
“Fine, but he’s still not your maid. Or your delivery boy, for that matter.”
“It was only the one time.”
“Sure.”
“I was starving!”
“Right. Next time try calling the pizza company direct.”
“Cas has lousy taste in pizza anyway. Could you hurry it up, slow poke? I’m getting bored standing around here.”
“Sorry, it takes a little more time to scrub a pot than to dry it.”
“You’re just jealous because I’m a mean speed machine with the dishcloth.”
“Only because you do a half-assed job.”
“I do a fantastic job!”
“Luckily, the air is much better at drying than you are.”
“Says you.”
“Did you just hit me with a dishcloth?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Hey! Great. Just what I needed a soapy shower in dirty dishwater.”
“You were smelling a bit ripe.”
“Why you!”
“Hey!”
“Ugh!”
“Stop that!”
“Arghh!”
“If you two idjits make a mess in there, you’d better be prepared to clean it up.”
“…”
“Damn it. I thought he was sleeping.”
“This is Bobby we’re talking about.”
“Right. Man has eyes and ears everywhere.”
“I’ll get the mop. You finish drying the dishes.”
“Okay.”
“And Dean.”
“What?”
“Those soap bubbles look really great in your hair.”
“Hey!!”
Title: Dishes and Domestics
Characters: Sam, Dean and a little bit of Bobby
Rating: G
Genre: Humour
Word Count: 402
Spoilers: None
Summary: Contrary to what they would have you believe, Sam and Dean do do dishes. (At least when Bobby tells them to)
By Daylight
“Why do I always have to wash while you get to dry?”
“Because I’m older.”
“Dean, that excuse hasn’t worked since I turned eighteen.”
“Fine, then it’s because I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing bright pink, latex gloves.”
“And I look so great in them?”
“You said it, princess.”
“You know you could always wash without gloves.”
“And ruin my touchably-soft hands?”
“Touchably-soft?”
“Chicks love soft hands.”
“Now I understand your obsession with hand cream.”
“Moisturizer, dude. Moisturizer.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Hey, watch it! You almost dropped that one on the floor.”
“Yeah, heaven help us if we break one of Bobby’s shot glasses.”
“I doubt heaven would help, but Cas might.”
“Cas could probably clean all the dishes in an instant with just a wave of his hand.”
“…”
“Dean!”
“What?”
“We are not calling up Castiel just so he can do the dishes for us.”
“What’s the fun of having an angel for a friend if we can’t have him do all our chores?”
“He is not your instant dishwasher, washing machine or car waxer.”
“You must be crazy if you think I’d let him use his mojo on my baby.”
“Fine, but he’s still not your maid. Or your delivery boy, for that matter.”
“It was only the one time.”
“Sure.”
“I was starving!”
“Right. Next time try calling the pizza company direct.”
“Cas has lousy taste in pizza anyway. Could you hurry it up, slow poke? I’m getting bored standing around here.”
“Sorry, it takes a little more time to scrub a pot than to dry it.”
“You’re just jealous because I’m a mean speed machine with the dishcloth.”
“Only because you do a half-assed job.”
“I do a fantastic job!”
“Luckily, the air is much better at drying than you are.”
“Says you.”
“Did you just hit me with a dishcloth?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Hey! Great. Just what I needed a soapy shower in dirty dishwater.”
“You were smelling a bit ripe.”
“Why you!”
“Hey!”
“Ugh!”
“Stop that!”
“Arghh!”
“If you two idjits make a mess in there, you’d better be prepared to clean it up.”
“…”
“Damn it. I thought he was sleeping.”
“This is Bobby we’re talking about.”
“Right. Man has eyes and ears everywhere.”
“I’ll get the mop. You finish drying the dishes.”
“Okay.”
“And Dean.”
“What?”
“Those soap bubbles look really great in your hair.”
“Hey!!”
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Date: 2010-06-03 05:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-06-03 03:25 pm (UTC)Love te 'exclusively dialog' technique. It can be hard to pull off, but you did.
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Date: 2010-06-03 04:07 pm (UTC)Hee! Could so see this happening.
Thanks for making the hiatus a wee bit less painful.
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