Mini Fic: Burnt Offerings, SPN, Sam
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deancastiel Secret Angel III exchange, and the ending has a comment about Sam setting the toaster on fire. There were a couple of people who said they'd quite like to hear that story, so here it is...
Burnt Offerings
It was, Sam believed, entirely Dean's fault. After all, if Dean hadn't kept Sam awake the entire night with his epic soundtrack of angel-deflowering (seriously, at one point Sam fully expected to hear bow-chika-wow-wow blasting through the house) then he'd have been awake enough to notice that he'd set the timer on the toaster for 20 minutes, instead of 3.
As it was, the first thing he knew about it was a sudden smell of charcoal and the ominous sound of crackling coming from behind him, which made him turn around just in time to see the flames leaping from the toaster and attempting to climb the wall in Bobby's kitchen. (He didn't, however, and no matter what Dean may tell him later on, shriek like a girl at the sight of the fiery toaster of death. It was, instead, a very manly shriek that Sam would have been proud of, if he could have remembered it.)
Luckily, the dishwater from the night before was still in the sink, so it only took a few seconds to throw said flaming toaster into the water. (He even managed to unplug it first.) The toaster fizzled slightly as it sank into the water, taking the last of the bread to a watery grave.
Staring at the bubbles slowly popping on the surface of the water and wondering exactly when toast became a metaphor for his life, Sam just sighed and reached for the cereal.
deancastiel Secret Angel III exchange, and the ending has a comment about Sam setting the toaster on fire. There were a couple of people who said they'd quite like to hear that story, so here it is...Burnt Offerings
It was, Sam believed, entirely Dean's fault. After all, if Dean hadn't kept Sam awake the entire night with his epic soundtrack of angel-deflowering (seriously, at one point Sam fully expected to hear bow-chika-wow-wow blasting through the house) then he'd have been awake enough to notice that he'd set the timer on the toaster for 20 minutes, instead of 3.
As it was, the first thing he knew about it was a sudden smell of charcoal and the ominous sound of crackling coming from behind him, which made him turn around just in time to see the flames leaping from the toaster and attempting to climb the wall in Bobby's kitchen. (He didn't, however, and no matter what Dean may tell him later on, shriek like a girl at the sight of the fiery toaster of death. It was, instead, a very manly shriek that Sam would have been proud of, if he could have remembered it.)
Luckily, the dishwater from the night before was still in the sink, so it only took a few seconds to throw said flaming toaster into the water. (He even managed to unplug it first.) The toaster fizzled slightly as it sank into the water, taking the last of the bread to a watery grave.
Staring at the bubbles slowly popping on the surface of the water and wondering exactly when toast became a metaphor for his life, Sam just sighed and reached for the cereal.
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Date: 2010-05-17 01:23 pm (UTC)Poor Sam. And I bet he had to cope with a smug Dean for days after.
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