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Title: How You Ruin Me
Chapter Title: Can't a Guy Work on a Surprise Once in a While?
Verse: How You Ruin Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Character(s): Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Pair(s): Bobby Singer/Sam Winchester
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Words: 1137
Beta: Kiramaru7
Summary: Dean spies on Bobby while Sam has an appointment.
A/N: DJ Plays That Song is an actual nail color by Essie Cosmetics.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Dean stabbed at his eggs. He was just lost. None of this made any sense. Okay, Sam liked guys, whatever, he knew that, but what the hell was this? His baby brother should be out partying, not playing house with Hillbilly Ray over there. Wasn’t the point of dating an older guy to get pampered, nice cars to drive, a pool… not that Dean had ever given any of that a thought. And what kind of name was Bobby for a guy that age anyway? He shuddered once again when he remembered the earlier innuendo and the realization that they did in fact have some kind of sex life. And who was Geezer McGee over there to accuse him of anything? Just a tow my ass, that cranky old bastard wanted to shoot me. After holding his baby brother hostage for three years, he should be doing the shooting, not some baby brother stealing jackass.
Bobby’s and Sam’s food came while Dean hadn’t been paying attention. The appearance of strawberries and whipped cream, as well as playing keep away with the salt from Bobby, was enough to distract Sam from his pity party for the moment.
By the time Bobby paid for breakfast, Sam was in a fairly agreeable mood. Dean scrambled after them at a respectable distance, confused as they were not heading toward Bobby’s pick up.
“Come on, you got an appointment.” Bobby tried to usher the younger man forward, avoiding holding hands or putting an arm around him, which it looked like he was itching to do.
“An appointment?” Sam was obviously perplexed.
“Yeah, I called Sharon’s and told them we were coming into town and had them make an appointment for you to… do whatever it is you do there.”
Sam smiled slyly. “Oh? You aren’t going to visit Nhung Phượng?”
“That was your idea, you know.”
Sam laughed. “One time, I asked you to get your feet done because they were frightening and peeling the skin off my legs at night. I didn’t tell you to go every other month and…”
“Shhh, keep your voice down.” Bobby looked around, embarrassed, and resituated his hat as they kept walking down the street.
“So what are you going to do while I do frilly things?” Sam asked, amused, using Bobby’s name for the things Sam did that had anything to do with cross-dressing.
“Can’t a guy work on a surprise once in a while?”
“You are full of surprises today.”
“Just behave for a change and I’ll pick you for the book sale in a bit.”
“Fine, be all cryptic.” Sam smirked and dove in for a quick sloppy peck on the cheek. “See you later,” he shouted as he sprinted into the salon.
Bobby froze and fidgeted uncomfortably, both loving and hating it when Sam did things like that. He looked around, trying to assess how many people had seen exactly. Content that no one seemed to be staring in disgust, he cleared his throat and started walking down the street.
Dean followed. He’d been trailing Bobby for five blocks now. There seemed to be no end in sight and the old geezer was going at a pretty good clip. “Well, at least you found yourself a live one, Sammy,” Dean said under his breath as they turned yet another corner. It was like the guy was trying to cover where he was going or something. When Bobby finally stopped and went inside someplace, Dean realized they were at a pawn shop. He went in after Bobby and listened to his conversation with the owner.
“I called yesterday about… something I saw last week.” It was hard for Bobby to say what he was there for.
“Oh, you’re that guy. Yeah, I set it aside like I promised. A little weird for a guy like you to be buying.”
“Hey, if my money’s not green enough, I can spend it elsewhere.”
The store owner held up his hands. “Hey, I’m just trying to be conversational here. No need to get cranky.”
“Kid, if I wanted to get personal, dontcha think I’d have gone to a regular jewelry store?”
“Fair enough.” The man got something from the back and brought it out to Bobby. Dean couldn’t see what it was. “Now, will that be cash or cash?”
“Funny.” Bobby sat a roll of bills held together with a rubber band on the counter.
Dean’s mind whirled at full tilt. Just what the hell kind of surprise you got cooking for my Sam, old man? What would he be buying for Sam at a pawn shop that he could get a jewelry store? And why is he all nervous and weird? I bet that cranky jackass is buying something for someone else. He’s probably got twinks on the side all over town, the sly bastard. Dean was so distracted by his mental ranting, he almost missed Bobby leaving the shop.
They took pretty much the same path back to the beauty shop that they’d left it, only at double time. Dean was scrambling to keep up and thought he’d lost Bobby twice.
When they got there, Sam was already sitting out front. He practically bounded up to greet Bobby. The two of them looked like they wanted to wrap themselves around each other, but Sam respected Bobby’s need for space in public. He’d already made peace with most of Bobby’s hang ups years ago. The young man was practically glowing though.
“See?” Sam held up his foot to show off his new pedicure. Little bells jingled as he moved, hidden by his pant leg. They had been undoubtedly purchased from the cheesy little jewelry counter in the salon, most of which would have been more at home in the ‘80s or on a belly dancer.
Bobby smiled as he looked at his Sam’s freshly pampered feet with little jewels on his big toes, ignoring the tinkling bells. “So what do you call that color?”
“DJ Play That Song,” Sam replied with pride.
Bobby snorted. “They can’t just call it ‘purple’ or something?”
“Nope.” Sam smirked and shook his head, hopping Bobby would notice the glitter spray in his hair.
“Hey, what’s that?” Bobby asked, indicating the bag in Sam’s hand.
“You know that stuff that makes my hair really soft and smell like you like?”
“Uh, yeah.” Bobby cleared his throat and replied sheepishly.
“That… plus a couple other things.” Sam started walking towards the truck, before anything else could be said about it.
“What kind of other things… and are you wearing glitter?”
“You are not the only one with secrets, Bobby Singer!”
And the race to the truck was on.
Dean didn't know what the big hurry was, but he knew he'd better get his ass in gear too or he'd lose them.
Chapter Title: Can't a Guy Work on a Surprise Once in a While?
Verse: How You Ruin Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Character(s): Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Pair(s): Bobby Singer/Sam Winchester
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Words: 1137
Beta: Kiramaru7
Summary: Dean spies on Bobby while Sam has an appointment.
A/N: DJ Plays That Song is an actual nail color by Essie Cosmetics.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Dean stabbed at his eggs. He was just lost. None of this made any sense. Okay, Sam liked guys, whatever, he knew that, but what the hell was this? His baby brother should be out partying, not playing house with Hillbilly Ray over there. Wasn’t the point of dating an older guy to get pampered, nice cars to drive, a pool… not that Dean had ever given any of that a thought. And what kind of name was Bobby for a guy that age anyway? He shuddered once again when he remembered the earlier innuendo and the realization that they did in fact have some kind of sex life. And who was Geezer McGee over there to accuse him of anything? Just a tow my ass, that cranky old bastard wanted to shoot me. After holding his baby brother hostage for three years, he should be doing the shooting, not some baby brother stealing jackass.
Bobby’s and Sam’s food came while Dean hadn’t been paying attention. The appearance of strawberries and whipped cream, as well as playing keep away with the salt from Bobby, was enough to distract Sam from his pity party for the moment.
By the time Bobby paid for breakfast, Sam was in a fairly agreeable mood. Dean scrambled after them at a respectable distance, confused as they were not heading toward Bobby’s pick up.
“Come on, you got an appointment.” Bobby tried to usher the younger man forward, avoiding holding hands or putting an arm around him, which it looked like he was itching to do.
“An appointment?” Sam was obviously perplexed.
“Yeah, I called Sharon’s and told them we were coming into town and had them make an appointment for you to… do whatever it is you do there.”
Sam smiled slyly. “Oh? You aren’t going to visit Nhung Phượng?”
“That was your idea, you know.”
Sam laughed. “One time, I asked you to get your feet done because they were frightening and peeling the skin off my legs at night. I didn’t tell you to go every other month and…”
“Shhh, keep your voice down.” Bobby looked around, embarrassed, and resituated his hat as they kept walking down the street.
“So what are you going to do while I do frilly things?” Sam asked, amused, using Bobby’s name for the things Sam did that had anything to do with cross-dressing.
“Can’t a guy work on a surprise once in a while?”
“You are full of surprises today.”
“Just behave for a change and I’ll pick you for the book sale in a bit.”
“Fine, be all cryptic.” Sam smirked and dove in for a quick sloppy peck on the cheek. “See you later,” he shouted as he sprinted into the salon.
Bobby froze and fidgeted uncomfortably, both loving and hating it when Sam did things like that. He looked around, trying to assess how many people had seen exactly. Content that no one seemed to be staring in disgust, he cleared his throat and started walking down the street.
Dean followed. He’d been trailing Bobby for five blocks now. There seemed to be no end in sight and the old geezer was going at a pretty good clip. “Well, at least you found yourself a live one, Sammy,” Dean said under his breath as they turned yet another corner. It was like the guy was trying to cover where he was going or something. When Bobby finally stopped and went inside someplace, Dean realized they were at a pawn shop. He went in after Bobby and listened to his conversation with the owner.
“I called yesterday about… something I saw last week.” It was hard for Bobby to say what he was there for.
“Oh, you’re that guy. Yeah, I set it aside like I promised. A little weird for a guy like you to be buying.”
“Hey, if my money’s not green enough, I can spend it elsewhere.”
The store owner held up his hands. “Hey, I’m just trying to be conversational here. No need to get cranky.”
“Kid, if I wanted to get personal, dontcha think I’d have gone to a regular jewelry store?”
“Fair enough.” The man got something from the back and brought it out to Bobby. Dean couldn’t see what it was. “Now, will that be cash or cash?”
“Funny.” Bobby sat a roll of bills held together with a rubber band on the counter.
Dean’s mind whirled at full tilt. Just what the hell kind of surprise you got cooking for my Sam, old man? What would he be buying for Sam at a pawn shop that he could get a jewelry store? And why is he all nervous and weird? I bet that cranky jackass is buying something for someone else. He’s probably got twinks on the side all over town, the sly bastard. Dean was so distracted by his mental ranting, he almost missed Bobby leaving the shop.
They took pretty much the same path back to the beauty shop that they’d left it, only at double time. Dean was scrambling to keep up and thought he’d lost Bobby twice.
When they got there, Sam was already sitting out front. He practically bounded up to greet Bobby. The two of them looked like they wanted to wrap themselves around each other, but Sam respected Bobby’s need for space in public. He’d already made peace with most of Bobby’s hang ups years ago. The young man was practically glowing though.
“See?” Sam held up his foot to show off his new pedicure. Little bells jingled as he moved, hidden by his pant leg. They had been undoubtedly purchased from the cheesy little jewelry counter in the salon, most of which would have been more at home in the ‘80s or on a belly dancer.
Bobby smiled as he looked at his Sam’s freshly pampered feet with little jewels on his big toes, ignoring the tinkling bells. “So what do you call that color?”
“DJ Play That Song,” Sam replied with pride.
Bobby snorted. “They can’t just call it ‘purple’ or something?”
“Nope.” Sam smirked and shook his head, hopping Bobby would notice the glitter spray in his hair.
“Hey, what’s that?” Bobby asked, indicating the bag in Sam’s hand.
“You know that stuff that makes my hair really soft and smell like you like?”
“Uh, yeah.” Bobby cleared his throat and replied sheepishly.
“That… plus a couple other things.” Sam started walking towards the truck, before anything else could be said about it.
“What kind of other things… and are you wearing glitter?”
“You are not the only one with secrets, Bobby Singer!”
And the race to the truck was on.
Dean didn't know what the big hurry was, but he knew he'd better get his ass in gear too or he'd lose them.
