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Fic: SNAFU (Supernatural)
I was going to do the quote-something-from-SPN meme that's going around, but decided the auspicious occasion of the season five premiere required me to dig this out of my WIP folder and post it. (only 97 minutes 37 minutes to go! [ETA: I fail at time zones] *bounces*)
Title: SNAFU
Fandom: Supernatural
Notes: gen, 266 words. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inmyriadbits for reading it over.
Warnings: ridiculousness
Summary: Bad puns, shotguns, and poultry in the middle of a hunt. Set vaguely in season one.
Archived at AO3
Dean dove back behind the overturned table, narrowly missing Sam's boots with his face. Sam took a moment away from reloading his shotgun to contemplate that image. This was shaping up to be a long night, and he needed to keep his spirits up.
Sliding over to hand Dean the extra shotgun, he asked, "How many are left?"
"'Bout seven or eight. I got the big one on my way in, so we have a minute while they freak out.” He dug a handful of shotgun shells out of his pocket and started reloading. “Dude, I thought you said these were rocs.”
"Well, you know, giant chickens don't exactly spring to mind when I come across reports of bird-savaged corpses."
Dean snorted and said, "Yeah, no kidding. Seagulls, maybe some freaky Hitchcock summoning, but eight-foot chickens? That's a new one."
"Seriously, what was that farmer thinking?"
"Really big ... breasts? C'mon, Sam, people are crazy. Save the deep thinking until after we fry the suckers." Dean grinned suddenly, raised an expectant eyebrow at Sam, and said, "Situation Normal, All Fowled Up, right?"
"You did not just make that pun." A loud squawk from the outside seemed to echo his pain.
Dean cackled, and craned his head over the table edge. “Whoops, sorry, Sammy, got us some angry chickens to kill now. Hey, good thing I brought the birdshot, right?" Dean said, failing to look contrite. He laughed at his own joke, and brought his shotgun up to fire.
Just for that, Sam wasn't going to tell him about the bird crap in his hair.
Title: SNAFU
Fandom: Supernatural
Notes: gen, 266 words. Thanks to
inmyriadbits for reading it over.Warnings: ridiculousness
Summary: Bad puns, shotguns, and poultry in the middle of a hunt. Set vaguely in season one.
Archived at AO3
Dean dove back behind the overturned table, narrowly missing Sam's boots with his face. Sam took a moment away from reloading his shotgun to contemplate that image. This was shaping up to be a long night, and he needed to keep his spirits up.
Sliding over to hand Dean the extra shotgun, he asked, "How many are left?"
"'Bout seven or eight. I got the big one on my way in, so we have a minute while they freak out.” He dug a handful of shotgun shells out of his pocket and started reloading. “Dude, I thought you said these were rocs.”
"Well, you know, giant chickens don't exactly spring to mind when I come across reports of bird-savaged corpses."
Dean snorted and said, "Yeah, no kidding. Seagulls, maybe some freaky Hitchcock summoning, but eight-foot chickens? That's a new one."
"Seriously, what was that farmer thinking?"
"Really big ... breasts? C'mon, Sam, people are crazy. Save the deep thinking until after we fry the suckers." Dean grinned suddenly, raised an expectant eyebrow at Sam, and said, "Situation Normal, All Fowled Up, right?"
"You did not just make that pun." A loud squawk from the outside seemed to echo his pain.
Dean cackled, and craned his head over the table edge. “Whoops, sorry, Sammy, got us some angry chickens to kill now. Hey, good thing I brought the birdshot, right?" Dean said, failing to look contrite. He laughed at his own joke, and brought his shotgun up to fire.
Just for that, Sam wasn't going to tell him about the bird crap in his hair.
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*SNICKERS OF DELIGHT*
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