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Fanfic: Supernatural, The Whoopass Winchesters, PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: The Whoopass Winchesters
Rating: PG-13 for naughty words
Characters: Dean, Sam. No wincest.
Warnings: Fluffy (does that count as a warning?)
Spoilers: Set after Bloody Mary, Season One.
Word Count: 1,007
Summary/Notes: Sam and Dean watch the 'Powerpuff Girls'. Requested at spn_bunnies by tigriswolf over on LJ.
Feedback: Yes please! Even if it's to point out mistakes.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.


Dean took a swig of beer from the cold glass bottle Sam had handed him as he sat down next to his brother on the motel bed. They sat on the motel bed in front of the small, flickering TV screen like a normal family would relax at the end of the day on a sofa around their television sets. Except Dean could see Sam wasn’t relaxed at all, rigidly sat upright wearing bitch face number 24 and his beer left untouched in clenched hands.

Now that the incident is over with the Bloody Mary spirit, he really wants to be able to find out what’s tormenting his brother. It’s bad enough that Sam had to go through losing Jess, but to believe that he killed her somehow, to have some part of him in the grief believe that it’s his fault that his girlfriend is dead is something Dean knows is going to eat away at Sam. He wants to bring the subject up somehow, twist the conversation to some sort of situation where he can kick those damn thoughts out of his head, try and get him to blame anyone but himself.

He just doesn’t know how to slip something like that into the non-existent conversation. Firstly, Sam made it clear that he did not want to talk to him about this and with both of them being true stubborn Winchesters it was hard to break through that blunt barrier. Secondly, he had no idea what to say. Jess wasn’t some random woman he’d had a one night stand with in a dirty bar somewhere, she wasn’t another face in a blurry crowd; to Sam she was something special. Dean had no idea how to begin to try and relate to something like that. The only person who came close to what Jess was to Sam for him was Cassie, but considering the last time they had seen each other she had accused him of being a mad man and some sort of lunatic, he wasn’t completely sure that it counted.

So, silence balanced between them and Dean turned his attention to the television.

“Dude, what the fuck is this?” he asked as soon as he saw the block, bright colours on the screen.

Sam seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he was lost in, blinking a few times and taking a sip of beer before answering, “I think it’s a cartoon or something.”

“Well done, College boy, I can see that, but why are we watching it?”

Sam merely shrugged, both of them watching from where they comfortably sat and neither prepared to get up and change the damn thing over.

“Wow, that’s awful,” said Sam after gritting it through the beginning theme tune.

“What the hell is this, anyway?”

“I think it’s called the Powerpuff girls.”

Dean wished he’d reconsidered deciding to take another swig of beer before Sam had answered because it made him almost choke when he couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s so… lame,” he managed to say once he’d got his breathing back under control.

Sam was silent for a moment before replying, “It’s kind of freaky how their eyes take up most of their heads…”

“I think they’re supposed to be cute,” Dean managed to state between sniggers. For Sam, their exaggerated features probably reminded him too much of clowns to be comfortable.

“You’d be Blossom.”

Dean took a moment to try and understand that before officially deciding what Sam had just said didn’t make any sense.

“Excuse me?”

“If you were a Powerpuff girl, you’d be the red-head. Blossom,” Sam clarified.

Dean found himself laughing even harder despite being called some demented, Bubblehead girl. He figured it must be the beer or maybe it was the huge grin Sam’s wearing, all carefree dimples and teeth with a shy flick of the eyes.

“Isn’t she the leader though? I can’t be Blossom, Dad would have to be her.”

He paused as he reached for another bottle of beer on the floor, taking a moment to really appreciate the way Sam laughs; the way the small gasps of breath break into something louder as he throws his head back, fringe falling away from his shinning eyes, smile becoming wider and how these small gestures seem to blast away all the misery of the past few hours.

“Then you’d have to be Buttercup, Dean.”

“That means you’re Bubbles then, bitch.”

Sam turned to stare incredulously; eyebrows raised and the beer bottle an inch from his lips, “What the hell? I’m nothing like that.”

“You’re just as whiney… And, look, look! She’s scared of clowns.”

The smile disappeared briefly as Sam pursed his lips; the return of the bitch face, though slightly less severe, “Well, it’s a good thing Buttercup isn’t scared of flying. She’d be a pretty useless superhero.”

Dean chose to let that comeback slide, “They’re superheroes?”

“Well, they fight crime and the forces of evil. I think that means they’re superheroes.”

“We fight the ‘forces of evil’,” Dean replied, doing a sucky job of imitating the annoying narrator to make Sam chuckle again, “But we’re not superheroes.”

“But we don’t fight crime,” Sam answered, unfortunately leaving out the bad impression of the cartoon narrator.

“Maybe we should add it to the list.”

“You add that to the list of things to do and Bubbles is out of here.”

“But that evil monkey thing would go after Bubbles if she went off on her own,” he made a childish sad face to put emphasis on his point, trying to ignore the way it made his chest tighten to think of Sam running off again even if it was a joke.

Sam laughed again and this time it was contagious. Dean ended up spilling half his beer before he’s able to calm down. He figures he shouldn’t have bothered trying to wrestle his breathing under control, because a moment later Sam makes him crack up again.

“Dude, how pissed would the Demon be if we started calling him Mojo Jojo?”

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Random note: According to Wikipedia (and we all know how unreliable Wikipedia is) the Powerpuff Girls was originally called 'The Whoopass Girls' (where the cheesy title comes from) and the girls first appearance was in a short film called 'The Whoopass Girls in A Sticky Situation'... And on that bombshell, I'm going to keep my mouth shut before I tarnish all innocence of my childhood cartoons *lol*