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Finally, i know! I wanted to go in order, but the Dawn/Connor prompt from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
menomegirl is eluding me, so i had to skip to the next one. Soon, though, i promise!
too_rational asked for several things, but a timestamp for Generation Landslide is what caught my eye.
"You're kidding me, right?" Dean said, and Jamie looked up at him with that wide-eyed freakin' anime stare that beat Sam's best innocent look all to hell and gone.
"But these are the only ones that fit right. And they're the only dark ones. I can't wear acid washed jeans, Dad."
"They're thirty fuc- freakin' dollars!"
Jamie looked down at the jeans folded over his forearm and sighed. His shoulders sagged a little. "Yeah, okay. I can patch my other ones again. It's no big." He turned around and shuffled away. There was skin showing through a tear in the thigh of the faded jeans he had on, and the hems were a good three inches off the ground.
Over in the underwear aisle, Sam shot Dean a look that clearly said 'For fuck's sake, what is wrong with you?'
Dean spread his hands and widened his eyes, jaw clenched. 'Thirty fucking dollars! For jeans!'
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head and went back to searching for underwear that wasn't striped or checked or spotted, his stiff neck and rigid shoulders clearly communicating 'You are one tight-fisted jackass'.
"Oh fuck me," Dean snarled, and a hippie-wanna-be chick with the cart full of kids gave him a considering look from behind a rack of pajamas. "Was not talking to you," Dean snapped, and stomped after Jamie.
His kid was dolefully re-hanging the pair of jeans and Dean reached over his shoulder and grabbed them – grabbed another pair for good measure, glancing to be sure the size was right. "You know what? Fine. You need jeans, I'll get you jeans. Me and Sam dressed out of the Goodwill store and it never hurt us but whatever, no problem, we don't need food or anything, we've got a whole trunk full of MRE's, thank you very fucking much, Bobby, so why not blow everything on designer jeans?!"
"They're buy two get one half off," Jamie said, and Dean glared for a long moment before reaching over and yanking one more pair of jeans off the rack and shoving the crumpled pile into Jamie's arms.
"Happy now?"
"You're the best, Dad." Jamie grinned, wide and white and that little dimple, not quite Sam-sized but close, and Dean turned on his heel and stomped away, toward the Auto Zone.
"Dude, I thought you'd lost him with the buy two thing," Sam said, appearing out of nowhere, and Jamie shook the three pair of jeans straight and draped them over his arm.
"I figured he was so pissed already, anything else would just send him right into La-La land and he wouldn't know what he was doing. Worked, too."
"You learn well, Padawan."
"Learned from the master," Jamie said, and held up his hand for a high-five.
menomegirl is eluding me, so i had to skip to the next one. Soon, though, i promise!too_rational asked for several things, but a timestamp for Generation Landslide is what caught my eye."You're kidding me, right?" Dean said, and Jamie looked up at him with that wide-eyed freakin' anime stare that beat Sam's best innocent look all to hell and gone.
"But these are the only ones that fit right. And they're the only dark ones. I can't wear acid washed jeans, Dad."
"They're thirty fuc- freakin' dollars!"
Jamie looked down at the jeans folded over his forearm and sighed. His shoulders sagged a little. "Yeah, okay. I can patch my other ones again. It's no big." He turned around and shuffled away. There was skin showing through a tear in the thigh of the faded jeans he had on, and the hems were a good three inches off the ground.
Over in the underwear aisle, Sam shot Dean a look that clearly said 'For fuck's sake, what is wrong with you?'
Dean spread his hands and widened his eyes, jaw clenched. 'Thirty fucking dollars! For jeans!'
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head and went back to searching for underwear that wasn't striped or checked or spotted, his stiff neck and rigid shoulders clearly communicating 'You are one tight-fisted jackass'.
"Oh fuck me," Dean snarled, and a hippie-wanna-be chick with the cart full of kids gave him a considering look from behind a rack of pajamas. "Was not talking to you," Dean snapped, and stomped after Jamie.
His kid was dolefully re-hanging the pair of jeans and Dean reached over his shoulder and grabbed them – grabbed another pair for good measure, glancing to be sure the size was right. "You know what? Fine. You need jeans, I'll get you jeans. Me and Sam dressed out of the Goodwill store and it never hurt us but whatever, no problem, we don't need food or anything, we've got a whole trunk full of MRE's, thank you very fucking much, Bobby, so why not blow everything on designer jeans?!"
"They're buy two get one half off," Jamie said, and Dean glared for a long moment before reaching over and yanking one more pair of jeans off the rack and shoving the crumpled pile into Jamie's arms.
"Happy now?"
"You're the best, Dad." Jamie grinned, wide and white and that little dimple, not quite Sam-sized but close, and Dean turned on his heel and stomped away, toward the Auto Zone.
"Dude, I thought you'd lost him with the buy two thing," Sam said, appearing out of nowhere, and Jamie shook the three pair of jeans straight and draped them over his arm.
"I figured he was so pissed already, anything else would just send him right into La-La land and he wouldn't know what he was doing. Worked, too."
"You learn well, Padawan."
"Learned from the master," Jamie said, and held up his hand for a high-five.
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*does happy-devoted-fan dance*
*looks at previous statement*
*contemplates clarifying that she is the fan and there are no actual palm-frondy-type fans...*
*facepalm*
Anyway, I'm delighted to see more of The Son of Dean, and the idea of Sam teaching him he ways of parental-figure manipulation makes me the very-happy-f...
..well, it contenteth me:-) I would love to see more of this universe and in order to encourage such would like to change my prompt over to it (if this is still the prompt that you asked for a while back to which I responded.)
Wow. Coherence and me are not the best of buds tonight.
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*cough*
:)
Thank you thank you!
Ah ha, changing of the prompt, eh?
*snickers*
Consider it done. :)
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*flails*
Thank you thank you!
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They can make him do just about anything.
Thanks, bay-bee!
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Man, I'm in *complete* agreeement with Dean--they're just *jeans*!!
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Yup, just jeans. But omg, so important!
*eyes Bebe*
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THANK YOU! *smishes*
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I wanted it to be longer but i was getting all stuck so i just thought 'post and be done' and write more later.
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*does a v.v.v. happy dance*
*\o/*
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Yup. Someone else said 'switch my prompt to GL, too!' so.....
*twirls*
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*throws an impromptu twirl-party*
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*smooch*
Thanks!
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Though Dean is pretty good at filling Jamie up with sugar all by himself....
:)
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:)
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Oh darlin, that was so awesome! Dean, son, you are so pwned.
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Thank you so much!
:)
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*wanders off to scour your LJ for more*
Oh, damn, I already knew about Jamie from the Generation Landslide and that was so blazingly awesome.
Is there more? Please?
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Thank you!
I had someone else change their prompt to more of this and so....yes, there will be more!
:)
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excellent! I luff how this just picks right up and I could *see* them all again! Such love and chemistry and the way you write Sam and Dean ... always. So freaking good. So, so, so, so perfect.
xoxoxoxoox
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Thank you! I luff Jamie. I luff them as a family. I need a Jamie,Dean,Sam icon.
:)
*oh, man. trolling teh interwebz for a picture of a cute, half-asian teenage boy. lemme at 'em*
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Dean spread his hands and widened his eyes, jaw clenched. 'Thirty fucking dollars! For jeans!'
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head and went back to searching for underwear that wasn't striped or checked or spotted, his stiff neck and rigid shoulders clearly communicating 'You are one tight-fisted jackass'.
Dude, they have the best looks :D
"Oh fuck me," Dean snarled, and a hippie-wanna-be chick with the cart full of kids gave him a considering look from behind a rack of pajamas. "Was not talking to you," Dean snapped, and stomped after Jamie.
ROTFLMAO--that was great! So perfectly Dean--love it!
"You know what? Fine. You need jeans, I'll get you jeans. Me and Sam dressed out of the Goodwill store and it never hurt us but whatever, no problem, we don't need food or anything, we've got a whole trunk full of MRE's, thank you very fucking much, Bobby, so why not blow everything on designer jeans?!"
Cheapo!Dad!Dean is my favoritest Dean of all, and I love you!
Plus, MREs mean that Jaime'll always be able to fit in those jeans. Coincidence? I think so.
::nods::
"They're buy two get one half off," Jamie said, and Dean glared for a long moment before reaching over and yanking one more pair of jeans off the rack and shoving the crumpled pile into Jamie's arms.
"Happy now?"
"You're the best, Dad." Jamie grinned, wide and white and that little dimple, not quite Sam-sized but close, and Dean turned on his heel and stomped away, toward the Auto Zone.
It's no use. If it so chose, the dimple could follow him there, as well.
"Dude, I thought you'd lost him with the buy two thing," Sam said, appearing out of nowhere, and Jamie shook the three pair of jeans straight and draped them over his arm.
"I figured he was so pissed already, anything else would just send him right into La-La land and he wouldn't know what he was doing. Worked, too."
"You learn well, Padawan."
"Learned from the master," Jamie said, and held up his hand for a high-five.
Okay, these two are my favorite con-men ever. I will pay you in cuddles and seashells I found in other people's sand buckets if you make more.
STAR WARS REFERENCE!
If only Dean knew Sam was corrupting Jaime behind his back!
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Sam really, really, really has to do his best to be the 'cool uncle' and drive Dean *nuts*. As a little brother, it's his duty.
:)
*twirls you*
Thank you thank you!