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fannishliss) wrote2010-10-12 07:06 pm
fannishliss) wrote2010-10-12 07:06 pm
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spn fic: "Dollar Store" (Gen)
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title: "Dollar Store"
rating: pg, Gen, no pairings, no warnings
wordcount: 506
summary: Wee!Dean goes to the Dollar Store while Sammy watches Ninja Turtles back in the room.
Dollar Store
Dad had paid up the motel a week in advance, so Dean hoped he'd be back by Saturday. Today was only Tuesday, but Dean was running low on supplies.
He examined his wallet. He had two twenties left and some change. He had the emergency card, in case the motel manager hassled them, or Sammy got sick, but that was only as a last resort.
Sammy was chill in front of the tv. Tiny little town, way out in the boonies, but at least they had cable.
"Dude, I gotta go out, get some stuff. I'll be back soon, okay?"
Sammy didn't even grunt a reply. Ninja Turtles--Sammy was gone.
Lucky for Dean, he thought, as he triple-checked the locked motel room door, the Dollar Store was a short walk from the motel. It would be no problem carrying whatever he found back home in his backpack.
The bell over the door rang and the cashier smiled from her register when Dean came in. He found a red handbasket and carried it, making his movements big and obvious. He didn't need the cashier watching him like a hawk for shoplifting. He had money today, but he might need to lift a thing or two later if he ran low.
He headed to the food section and started loading the basket. First he tried to find what meat he could. He picked out a few cans of tuna, beef stew, chili, and some sealed packages of cold cuts. Eight items so far. Okay.
He got a box of macaroni to go with the chili, and canned boiled potatoes to go with the beef stew. There was cheesy tuna helper, too, and mac&cheese, and canned ravioli. Sammy loved that stuff. A loaf of bread, two six packs of ramen. He counted up again. Sixteen. Okay still.
He thought of the fat tuna fish sandwiches Pastor Jim made for them sometimes when they stayed in Blue Earth for a few days. Tuna mixed with hard boiled eggs and little bits of celery and onion and chopped green olives, with enough Miracle Whip to hold it together. Dean's stomach rumbled. He couldn't afford all the different ingredients, and they were the kind of thing likely to go to waste. Though, maybe, a dozen eggs and a very small jar of mayo? He could scramble eggs for breakfast, if he could find a skillet next time he saw a good thrift store. Not today, he thought, and went on shopping.
He got a box of fruit pies and some corn flakes. No Lucky Charms this time... but still he had enough to get milk for Sammy, peanut butter and bananas and maybe some broccoli from the grocery. It should be enough to last a few days.
"Your mama must be real glad to have such a good helper doing the shopping," the cashier said as she rang up Dean's basket.
Dean just nodded, eager to be done and back to where he could keep an eye on Sammy.
fannishliss title: "Dollar Store"
rating: pg, Gen, no pairings, no warnings
wordcount: 506
summary: Wee!Dean goes to the Dollar Store while Sammy watches Ninja Turtles back in the room.
Dollar Store
Dad had paid up the motel a week in advance, so Dean hoped he'd be back by Saturday. Today was only Tuesday, but Dean was running low on supplies.
He examined his wallet. He had two twenties left and some change. He had the emergency card, in case the motel manager hassled them, or Sammy got sick, but that was only as a last resort.
Sammy was chill in front of the tv. Tiny little town, way out in the boonies, but at least they had cable.
"Dude, I gotta go out, get some stuff. I'll be back soon, okay?"
Sammy didn't even grunt a reply. Ninja Turtles--Sammy was gone.
Lucky for Dean, he thought, as he triple-checked the locked motel room door, the Dollar Store was a short walk from the motel. It would be no problem carrying whatever he found back home in his backpack.
The bell over the door rang and the cashier smiled from her register when Dean came in. He found a red handbasket and carried it, making his movements big and obvious. He didn't need the cashier watching him like a hawk for shoplifting. He had money today, but he might need to lift a thing or two later if he ran low.
He headed to the food section and started loading the basket. First he tried to find what meat he could. He picked out a few cans of tuna, beef stew, chili, and some sealed packages of cold cuts. Eight items so far. Okay.
He got a box of macaroni to go with the chili, and canned boiled potatoes to go with the beef stew. There was cheesy tuna helper, too, and mac&cheese, and canned ravioli. Sammy loved that stuff. A loaf of bread, two six packs of ramen. He counted up again. Sixteen. Okay still.
He thought of the fat tuna fish sandwiches Pastor Jim made for them sometimes when they stayed in Blue Earth for a few days. Tuna mixed with hard boiled eggs and little bits of celery and onion and chopped green olives, with enough Miracle Whip to hold it together. Dean's stomach rumbled. He couldn't afford all the different ingredients, and they were the kind of thing likely to go to waste. Though, maybe, a dozen eggs and a very small jar of mayo? He could scramble eggs for breakfast, if he could find a skillet next time he saw a good thrift store. Not today, he thought, and went on shopping.
He got a box of fruit pies and some corn flakes. No Lucky Charms this time... but still he had enough to get milk for Sammy, peanut butter and bananas and maybe some broccoli from the grocery. It should be enough to last a few days.
"Your mama must be real glad to have such a good helper doing the shopping," the cashier said as she rang up Dean's basket.
Dean just nodded, eager to be done and back to where he could keep an eye on Sammy.
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But Dean did so good!
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Food provider!Dean is kind of my obstinate fanon, and I get annoyed whenever it seems like it's not really canon. what do you mean Sammy made his own meals?!?!? :P
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I can see him doing this even as an adult if they're in a spot with a kitchen for a few days!
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Remember the HAM? :)
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HAVE A WEE HAPPY SAMMY.
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Dollar stores are a treasure trove.
<3
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It is very sad though, how careful Dean has to be while he's still so young.
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To me, he would buy as much meat as he could and then things to go with the meat. But I could totally be wrong. :)
excuse the edit, I just noticed your blues brothers icon. I got this awesome Tabasco cookbook where it's all the favorite tabasco recipes of famous blues musicians, and Elwood (in character) is interviewed. The recipe is given for the chicken sandwich that bears his name at Dan Ackroyd's chain of restaurants... but Elwood says the sandwich is way more elaborate than what he would make, and also, that he would have to catch the chicken, which is apropos. :D
.... I also think, re Dean, that he would have a strong impulse to spend his food money on goodies... but I think he would quickly learn the consequences. Unless he wants to eat canned ravioli and Lucky charms all week (I don't think even Dean could stand that!) the only way he can do that is by varying what he buys... not necessarily to be conscientious, but because he is easily bored. ... though I do think the milk, peanut butter, and bananas, might be John's voice in his ear.... and I imagine pastor Jim asking him to chop the broccoli (which is always a fun chore). :)
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I also can't imagine that John wouldn't load them up before he takes off. It's just not him. Dean probably goes with him, and yeah, hopefully is being trained to buy the right stuff. I can't see John not caring what Dean feeds Sam (or eats himself). So it's definitely not impossible. My head just goes to the aforementioned (and bologne sandwiches, now that I think of it). But tuna and chili works, too. Easy to prepare....
I also like the total focus you gave him, post-Striga. :/ And the cunning – he knows how to use people's perceptions. Come across trustworthy now, bank credibility for later in case of needing to lift some stuff. *nods*
Dean and Sam are both pretty good at casual relational capital, although in very different ways. Interesting.
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Its true with young kids, when their favourite show comes on they pay no attention to anything.
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