It's a Wrenched Life
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Category:
Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
994
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
It's a Wrenched Life
Title: It's a Wrenched Life
Summary: Story involving the Winchester boys and wrenches.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are not mine. Just the ideas and the mayhem they bring.
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Part 1: Incoming!
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“Hey Sammy, hand me the wrench.”
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s distracted ‘request’. About an hour ago, Dean had heard what Sam considered an imaginary noise, so they pulled to the side of the road, located between somewhere and the middle of nowhere, to fix his baby. Filling the unknown amount of time by researching, Sam had yet heard a comment not directed to the baby. Mildly surprised that it had taken this long, he retrieved the ‘requested’ item.
“Hurry it up already!” Dean yelled impatiently.
Sam's eyes narrowed as he glared hard at his brother, then sent the package via airmail. “Incoming!”
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Part 2: It's Broken
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Later that night...
“Son-of-a-”
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw his older brother sitting on the motel bed working to make a dent in the never-ending flow of equipment maintenance. “What happened now Dean?” Although Sam thought he’d prepared for any number of lame excuses and reasons, the silence emanating from the other side of their no name but surprisingly decent, at least for them, motel was not something he had expected. He was completely taken aback when Dean raised his head and met his gaze with a look that made Sam think someone had killed his favorite puppy.
“I broke my wrench.”
There was a long moment of stunned silence, before one side of his mouth quirked a little in suppressed emotion. “Your wrench?” Sam asked.
Dean just shook his head forlornly as he stared at the pieces in his hands. When he finally answered, the emotion in his voice was enough to make Sam cry...at least if he hadn’t been trying so hard not to crack up.
“She was my baby.”
'His baby?' Sam thought he’d never see the day when some inanimate object other than his precious baby, the 1967 Chevy Impala their father had given him, would take such a high place.
Apparently, that day was today.
Summary: Story involving the Winchester boys and wrenches.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are not mine. Just the ideas and the mayhem they bring.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Part 1: Incoming!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Hey Sammy, hand me the wrench.”
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s distracted ‘request’. About an hour ago, Dean had heard what Sam considered an imaginary noise, so they pulled to the side of the road, located between somewhere and the middle of nowhere, to fix his baby. Filling the unknown amount of time by researching, Sam had yet heard a comment not directed to the baby. Mildly surprised that it had taken this long, he retrieved the ‘requested’ item.
“Hurry it up already!” Dean yelled impatiently.
Sam's eyes narrowed as he glared hard at his brother, then sent the package via airmail. “Incoming!”
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Part 2: It's Broken
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Later that night...
“Son-of-a-”
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw his older brother sitting on the motel bed working to make a dent in the never-ending flow of equipment maintenance. “What happened now Dean?” Although Sam thought he’d prepared for any number of lame excuses and reasons, the silence emanating from the other side of their no name but surprisingly decent, at least for them, motel was not something he had expected. He was completely taken aback when Dean raised his head and met his gaze with a look that made Sam think someone had killed his favorite puppy.
“I broke my wrench.”
There was a long moment of stunned silence, before one side of his mouth quirked a little in suppressed emotion. “Your wrench?” Sam asked.
Dean just shook his head forlornly as he stared at the pieces in his hands. When he finally answered, the emotion in his voice was enough to make Sam cry...at least if he hadn’t been trying so hard not to crack up.
“She was my baby.”
'His baby?' Sam thought he’d never see the day when some inanimate object other than his precious baby, the 1967 Chevy Impala their father had given him, would take such a high place.
Apparently, that day was today.