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Fic - Welcome Buyers - 1/1
Title: Welcome Buyers
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Genre: Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: AU Season 1:08 - Bugs. Dean has a problem accepting Sam's decision to go along with peoples' assumptions. It makes him think too much.
AN: Written for my Trope Bingo table for the prompt 'Fake Relationship'.
“We welcome buyers of any race, religion, colour, or sexual orientation,” Larry Pike says, seeing them standing together on the doorstep. For a split second, as they’re shaking hands, Dean is left reeling. He and Sam don’t look overly much alike, he’ll admit. Sammy’s built like a giraffe, for a start. But still. No.
His mouth is already open to tell Larry that he’s got the wrong idea – that they’re brothers, dude, just no, why assume otherwise? And there’s a story forming in his mind about a Dad that needs a place to retire – when Sam laughs and wraps an arm around his shoulders and he has to turn his surprise into a smile on the fly, and he swallow his story down before it can be used. There’s no time even to ask “dude, what the hell?” before they’re guided to the barbecue in the back garden and straight into another assumption.
He’s used to acting. He’s used to lying, cheating, and pretending that he’s anything but what he is, but this? This one is new even to him.
“We welcome buyers of any race, religion, colour, or sexual orientation,” the head of sales says, smiling widely and showing way too many teeth. She’s called Linda, and – true to the job description – she’s angling hard for a sell. Dean supposes, in the distant, still-working part of his brain, that something like a worker dying mid-development has got to be shitty for PR. It’s just that her – and Larry’s, for that matter – assurance of their welcome rings a little bit too false in his ears.
And no, he reminds himself. He should not be thinking like this. For all that Sam’s arm is still around his shoulders and his body pressed to his side in a long, warm line, they aren’t actually a couple. Nor are they looking to buy a house, damn it all to hell, so what does it matter to anyone if they’re really welcome there or not?
This has to stop, but it’s too late to back out now without causing a hell of a lot of problems, and besides: he could swear that his head is spinning. He sure as hell feels dizzy. His brother – and seriously, what the hell was Sammy thinking? – smells good. Like the shower gel they share and laundry detergent; sweat and gun oil. He fixes the woman with the biggest smile he can muster and pats Sam’s ass. It’s like tapping granite. Damn, he didn’t need to know how toned Sam was.
“That’s what we like to hear, right Honey?” he asks.
Sam doesn’t even so much as blink. He smiles down at Dean and squeezes him a little closer, sending warmth spiralling through Dean’s body. He excuses himself, patting Sam’s ass again on his way out, and goes to find Larry so that he can hide himself in the job again. So that he can just plain hide because, hey, he digs guys sometimes, but Sam? Sammy? His baby brother? This whole day has turned a little too Flowers in the Attic for his tastes.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Genre: Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: AU Season 1:08 - Bugs. Dean has a problem accepting Sam's decision to go along with peoples' assumptions. It makes him think too much.
AN: Written for my Trope Bingo table for the prompt 'Fake Relationship'.
“We welcome buyers of any race, religion, colour, or sexual orientation,” Larry Pike says, seeing them standing together on the doorstep. For a split second, as they’re shaking hands, Dean is left reeling. He and Sam don’t look overly much alike, he’ll admit. Sammy’s built like a giraffe, for a start. But still. No.
His mouth is already open to tell Larry that he’s got the wrong idea – that they’re brothers, dude, just no, why assume otherwise? And there’s a story forming in his mind about a Dad that needs a place to retire – when Sam laughs and wraps an arm around his shoulders and he has to turn his surprise into a smile on the fly, and he swallow his story down before it can be used. There’s no time even to ask “dude, what the hell?” before they’re guided to the barbecue in the back garden and straight into another assumption.
He’s used to acting. He’s used to lying, cheating, and pretending that he’s anything but what he is, but this? This one is new even to him.
“We welcome buyers of any race, religion, colour, or sexual orientation,” the head of sales says, smiling widely and showing way too many teeth. She’s called Linda, and – true to the job description – she’s angling hard for a sell. Dean supposes, in the distant, still-working part of his brain, that something like a worker dying mid-development has got to be shitty for PR. It’s just that her – and Larry’s, for that matter – assurance of their welcome rings a little bit too false in his ears.
And no, he reminds himself. He should not be thinking like this. For all that Sam’s arm is still around his shoulders and his body pressed to his side in a long, warm line, they aren’t actually a couple. Nor are they looking to buy a house, damn it all to hell, so what does it matter to anyone if they’re really welcome there or not?
This has to stop, but it’s too late to back out now without causing a hell of a lot of problems, and besides: he could swear that his head is spinning. He sure as hell feels dizzy. His brother – and seriously, what the hell was Sammy thinking? – smells good. Like the shower gel they share and laundry detergent; sweat and gun oil. He fixes the woman with the biggest smile he can muster and pats Sam’s ass. It’s like tapping granite. Damn, he didn’t need to know how toned Sam was.
“That’s what we like to hear, right Honey?” he asks.
Sam doesn’t even so much as blink. He smiles down at Dean and squeezes him a little closer, sending warmth spiralling through Dean’s body. He excuses himself, patting Sam’s ass again on his way out, and goes to find Larry so that he can hide himself in the job again. So that he can just plain hide because, hey, he digs guys sometimes, but Sam? Sammy? His baby brother? This whole day has turned a little too Flowers in the Attic for his tastes.