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20 June 2014 @ 09:57 pm
I'm sorry I couldn't help myself!  
Friends, Romans, Fl*sters in the spirit of promising to post something every day, this little scribble popped into my head, and I just had to do it. It looks like one of my fic writing fan girls is on holiday and she’s not alone......

When he and Dean had woken up, they quickly realized they weren’t in Kansas anymore. Or to be more precise they weren’t in The Batcave, Dean’s first response was to leap out the Impala, and pop the trunk. Sam could hear him furiously loading guns, and he knew his brother was sizing up his surroundings, trying to figure out what had taken them.

Sam had taken the opportunity to look out of the windshield, and try to figure out where the hell they were. At first glance it looked like a trailer park, but it wasn’t the kind of trailer park he was used to.  To start with the Trailers were a lot smaller than he was used to, he couldn’t imagine a family living in them. Then he noticed how well kept and well green everywhere he looked was. Some of the trailers had little deck areas around them, with flower beds.

“What the hell?” He muttered as he reached into the back seat, and grabbed his computer bag. He soon fired up his lap top, and tried to log onto the internet.  With his customary ease Sam soon found a wifi signal. He frowned dismissively at CLUBWIFI-PEBBLEBANK, as it asked him to enter his prepaid card details. Instead he piggybacked another unsecured WiFi signal, and started to type rapidly.

There was a knock at the window, he looked up and saw Dean looking down at him.  Sam wound the window down, “What the hell Dean? Were you screwing around with something in the bunker again?” Sam growled, in frustration at his big brother.

Dean shot him a wounded look, “Why do you automatically assume this is my fault? For all I know, this has something to do with the whackadoo shit you were reading in the library.” Dean straightened and looked at his surroundings, “Although if you were aiming for a nice desert island, you may have missed the mark a little Sammy.” He smirked as his little brother narrowed his eyes and huffed at him.

“Nothing to do with my research, and do I need to remind you about that harmless little picnic basket you found in one of the store rooms?”  Sam smirked as Dean blushed, and rubbed at the back of his neck. “I have to admit you did look kind of sweet in that long red cloak with the hood, all big eyes and grandma what big teeth you have.” Sam grinned as Dean glared at him.

Dean drummed his fingers on the roof of his baby, “Ok Sam, see if you can figure out where the hell we are. I’m going to have a look round. See if anything needs ganking.”

Sam nodded distractedly and carried on typing, he was soon engrossed in his research.  Finally he stared at the screen, “Huh! What the hell is a caravan park, and I’ve never even heard of Weymouth....holy shit we’re in England! How the hell did we end up in England?” Sam’s head shot up, and he stared uncomprehendingly out of the windshield.

England, oh god it couldn’t be could it?  The last time he and his brother had ended up here, it had been because one of the fan girls who wrote stories about them was having a bad day.  Sam had travelled miles to track his brother down, finally finding him shivering naked under a waterfall.  That had led to a terse conversation with said fan girl, along with a promise by her not to do that again.

It seemed she hadn’t heeded his warning, ok looming threateningly over her in the middle of her office. With Dean stood miserably behind him, sniffing and dripping everywhere. “Damn it, Dean’s out there alone facing down a fan girl.” Sam dropped the lap top onto the driver’s seat, and got out of the car. His hand went to the reassuring weight of his gun in his waist band of his jeans; he squared his shoulders and went in search of his big brother dreading what he would find.

As he walked Sam did a mental check on the contents of the first aid kit, he was satisfied they had enough bandages. But if things were desperate, he was sure the fan girl would have him ripping his shirt into strips to bind his brother’s wounds.

Sam looked up and stopped, he stood and stared at the view before him, to his right in the middle distance he could see the ocean, calm and bright blue.  Rising up in front of him was a headland, with buildings nestling into a steeply rising hill. It was then Sam realized he could barely hear the sound of traffic, all he could hear was bird song, an unfamiliar sound at the best of times, along with the rare sound of his brother’s laughter.

“Dean!” Sam called out and ran towards the lilting sound, he bounded up to the ‘Caravan’. Reaching for his gun and with one hand, as he swung himself onto the decking. Sam brought the gun up, ready to wrestle his brother from the clutches of a Hurt/Comfort writing fan girl.

Instead of finding his brother battered and bleeding like usual when he was snatched by one of the girls. Dean was sitting on a chair, his feet resting on the very railing Sam had just vaulted over.  Dean grinned, “Hey Sam, what took you so long?  Pull up a chair and take in that view, according to Sasha, that’s the island of Portland over there.”

Sam lowered his gun, and dropped into the chair beside his brother.  He leant over and whispered urgently, “Are you hurt? What’s she done to you, she hasn’t hit you with a whammy or anything has she? Should I be looking for a hex bag?”  Sam was half way out of his chair, when Dean waved his hand at him.

“Chill Sammy, I promise, no whammies or hex bags, and Sasha swears she’s left her whips, chains and thumbscrews back home, she’s on holiday.” Dean slid lower in his chair sighing contentedly.

Sam put his gun on the table in front of him; he was puzzled by this perhaps they were being lulled into a false sense of security.  He glanced round nervously, expecting to see a group of black clad fan girls hiding round the corner.

He heard a sound and he grabbed for his gun, a woman walked towards him carrying two cups, “Hi Sam, I’ve made you and Dean some coffee. I hope you don’t mind me doing this, but with everything you guys have been through. I thought you might like some down time. I’m sorry this place isn’t more exciting for you. But the dogs love it here.”  Sasha sat in the third chair, and Sam looked inside the caravan.

Two dogs lay sleeping on the floor, and Sasha’s husband and mother were snoozing quietly on the sofas. Sam looked suspiciously at the cups, Sasha grinned picked his up and took a sip.  Sam relaxed and took a drink; he shot a look at his brother. And for the first time in what seemed like forever, Dean was smiling and relaxed.

He looked over at Sasha and she winked at him, “Look if it makes you feel better I can go and get my lap top, I’ve got a lovely little H/C piece bouncing around my head. I thought this might make up for the waterfall incident.”

Sam shook his head, “No, you’re alright I think this just exciting enough for us.”  Sam slipped off his jacket, and noticed Dean was actually down to one layer, his jacket and over shirt was on the floor.  Every time he moved Sasha tracked the flex of his muscles with interest, trying not to drool.

“I can get you some sun cream, I’d hate for you to get burned Dean.” Sasha said watching closely, as Dean took a long drink of coffee.

“That would be awesome, and can I borrow your lap top? I just need to check my....errrm emails.” Dean said with a wink, as Sasha managed to stagger back inside.

“Come on Sammy, let’s just relax and enjoy a little break. Las Vegas it ain’t but it’s kind of pretty.”

Sam nodded in agreement as Sasha returned with the sun cream, and her lap top.  Dean smiled at her and took off his T-shirt.  Sam grinned when she whimpered softly, “Hey Sasha, would you mind doing my back for me?”  Dean said with a smirk, as Sasha squeezed the bottle so hard, the cream shot up into the air and landed on her head.

Without missing a beat, she ignored the cream dripping off her fringe, and got to work massaging cream into Dean’s broad, freckled shoulders.

Sam watched as Dean squirmed and moaned pornographically at her touch, and he was pretty sure Sasha was about to develop heat stroke when, “Son of a bitch! There’s no way Busty Asian Babes is a porn site! It’s an educational site.”

Sasha laughed at the thunderstruck expression on his face, “Sorry, did I forget to mention the porn filter they have here on their WiFi? I’m sure Sam can fix it for you if you ask him nicely enough.”

Current Location: Weynouth
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Current Music: World Cup
JJ1564jj1564 on June 20th, 2014 10:47 pm (UTC)
I am literally wiping my eyes from laughing so hard reading this! You are so great at funny scenarios and the whole idea of Sam & Dean in a 'caravan' park (smaller, neater trailers, ha ha!) in Weymouth is hilarious to start with! Then this line cracked me up...

'Sam had travelled miles to track his brother down, finally finding him shivering naked under a waterfall. That had led to a terse conversation with said fan girl, along with a promise by her not to do that again.'

I'm pleased you are looking after our boys and making sure Dean doesn't get sunburnt, ha ha!! I think Dean might like some Dorset apple cake, it's almost pie! It might take his mind off not being able to access his 'educational site'!!

I'm still chuckling here, thanks for sharing!

sasha_dragonsasha_dragon on June 21st, 2014 07:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you, this is what happens when I'm bored and there is football on TV. I just suddenly wondered what Sam and Dean would make of an old fashioned 'English' holiday.

Ahh that moment is dear to my heart, poor Dean I was having a bad day and needed to calm down.

I promise to look after the boys, and I think it would be a lot of fun to introduce Dean to Dorset apple cake. It could help to ease the pain of not being able to get his Busty Asian Babes!
milly_galmilly_gal on June 21st, 2014 09:00 am (UTC)
OUCH! My sides hurt, LOL!

'Sam had travelled miles to track his brother down, finally finding him shivering naked under a waterfall. That had led to a terse conversation with said fan girl, along with a promise by her not to do that again.'

*dies* I love you!

Sasha laughed at the thunderstruck expression of his face, “Sorry, did I forget to mention the porn filter they have here on their WiFi? I’m sure Sam can fix it for you if you ask him nicely enough.”

*Rolls under her desk*
sasha_dragonsasha_dragon on June 21st, 2014 07:15 pm (UTC)
Look I was bored, the footy match wasn't much cop and hey presto! The Winchesters end up in Weymouth appeared, and we both know Dean would fall foul of the porn filter here.
milly_galmilly_gal on June 22nd, 2014 11:23 am (UTC)
LOL! I'd have had him entertaining me fromt he first minute the footy came on ;)
Dizzojay's Dean Dreamsdizzojay on June 21st, 2014 10:17 pm (UTC)
Now that's what I call a holiday.
Hope you managed to get the sunscreen out of your hair - I'm picturing a 'Something About Mary' moment here!

And poor old Dean, foiled by the evil porn filter!

Great fun :)
sasha_dragonsasha_dragon on June 22nd, 2014 02:37 pm (UTC)
It's certainly relaxing *G*

I got the sunscreen out eventually, it only took seven or eight washes.

You just know Dean would have Sam hacking the filter.
Somersomer on June 22nd, 2014 01:28 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, I'm packing a bag right now, I'm already out of the door. You can do his back while I do his front, mwahahaha. Or I'll do Sam...there was a pun in there, but I don't care :P
sasha_dragonsasha_dragon on June 22nd, 2014 02:38 pm (UTC)
Ok, left at Heathrow, I promise to keep the boys entertained until you get here. Right Lads we're off to the pub.
Somersomer on June 22nd, 2014 02:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, oh, that's good. Get them drunk a little bit. Easier for us to get them naked ;) Mmmh, so getting Dean drunk could take a while...
sasha_dragonsasha_dragon on June 22nd, 2014 02:55 pm (UTC)
I'm sure I can get them tipsy, after all Dean's never encountered real ale. I'm sure they'll be nice and relaxed by the time you get here.