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25 June 2014 @ 09:55 pm
Once again I bring you news of how the Winchester are enjoying Weymouth, today they go and visit an ancient monument.....

The morning after the visit to The Black Dog was a fairly quiet affair.  Sasha watched in amusement as Sam tip toed gently around the caravan.  As if he was afraid to put his feet down too heavily, in case he jarred his eyes out of their sockets.

The bathroom door opened and Dean walked out whistling Highway to Hell, he spotted Sam sit down carefully at the table and walked over to him.  He slapped him on the back, and gave him a cheery good morning, “Hey there Sam, everything ok? I’d say you got more than your five portions of fruit after all that cider yesterday. I think that last one you drank looked a little cloudy. Kind of reminded me of when you had that kidney infection....”

As he spoke Sam went white, and bolted for the bathroom. There was the sound of retching, and when it finally went quiet Sam’s said through the closed door, “You utter bastard, I hate you.” His voice had a strange echoing quality to it.

Dean leant against the door and grinned, “Come on Sammy, Sasha wants to take us out. She’s promised us some fresh air, at a feature of outstanding natural beauty.  It might help to blow the cobwebs away.” He laughed when Sam groaned, “Ok I’ll take that as a yes, now how about a nice fry up for breakfast?” There was a strangled moan, and Sam retched again.

A little while later they were on the road, Dean was tapping the steering wheel and humming along to Led Zeppelin. He was following directions to a little village by the name of Cerne Abbas, “Hey Sash, what did you say was there that merits us driving down roads, that ain’t wide enough to drive my baby down.” He eyed the grass verges nervously, just in case his baby got scratched.

Sasha grinned from the back seat, “Well there is an ancient monument at Cerne Abbas, kind of like the White Horse you saw on the way out of Weymouth.”

Dean stared at her through the mirror, “I’m risking my baby, for a horse scratched into a hill side? Tell me there are some decent pubs there.” He ignored Sam’s shudder, and how he slumped lower in the passenger seat.

“I think you’ll like this little set of scratches, now you might want to be careful. The road gets a little narrow in a minute.” Sasha smiled, as Dean swore and concentrated on the road.

Less than twenty minutes later they drove through a picturesque village, and even Sam was starting to look a little healthier.  Once they were outside of the village Sasha leant forward and said, “Park over there.”  Dean turned into a small car park, turned off the engine and turned to look at her.

“Well I ain’t seen another horse yet, where am I supposed to be loo.....holy crap!  Would you just look at the size of that dude’s....”

“Dean!”  Sam said shrilly, trying to prevent one of his brother’s more potty mouthed outbursts.

“What?  All I was gonna say, was did you see the size of the club that guy’s holding. What did you think I was going to say, Sammy? Get your mind out of the gutter.”  He winked at Sasha, and got out of the car.

The three of them stood and stared across a valley, and on the other side of it was a hill. Cut into the hill was a giant, armed with a huge...club and totally naked.  Dean took off his dark glasses to appreciate the figure better. “Man now that’s what I call an ancient monument, I thought you were going to drag us to that pile of stones, you know the one where the hippies all stand round watching the sun rise.”

Sam looked at him and frowned, “You mean Stonehenge, and they celebrate the Summer Solstice there. It’s an ancient site of great historical value Dean.”

Dean cocked his head to the side and smirked, “Yeah, and I seem to remember it was the setting for a crappy film starring that douche bag Misha Collins.  What was it called again?”

“Stonehenge Apocalypse.”  Sasha said and then blushed, when she realized she’d admitted watching the film.

Sam tried to get the conversation back on track, “what do you call him?”  He asked, trying not to stare too closely at the figure.

Sasha grinned, “Well I know he’s known by the locals as the Rude Man of Abbas, can’t think why.” She stared at the giant’s erect penis with a grin, one matched by Dean’s as Sam blushed even redder.

“Man I take it all back; I thought you Brits had sticks up your asses. But when you guys draw dirty graffiti, you really mean it don’t you.” Dean said in admiration.

“What was he for?” Sam asked, ignoring Dean as he took pictures of the giant with his phone.

Sasha shrugged, “No one knows, but some people think he was part of a fertility cult.  Young women used to climb the hill and sleep on his errrr.” She accompanied this statement with very energetic hand gestures.

“The village girls used to sleep on his errr? What did they think it helped them get pregnant?” Dean asked in amusement as Sasha nodded. He nudged Sam with his shoulder, “We better not let you up there Samantha, I don’t want you getting knocked up. But I promise I’d stand by you if that happened.”

Sam rolled his eyes loudly, and muttered ‘jackass’ under his breath.  Dean lowered his phone, and asked, “How do they keep him looking so clear?”

“Apparently every few years they clean up the lines, and paint him in again.  To make sure they don’t lose him why, Dean?”  Sasha asked.

Dean gave her a leer, “I don’t remember anyone taking pictures of little Dean that’s all.”

Sasha was just taking a drink from a bottle of water when he said that, as she started to choke Sam reached over and patted her on the back.

As they sat in a tea room later Dean, smiled and sent Cas an email. He hoped the angel liked the picture...


Dizzojay's Dean Dreamsdizzojay on June 26th, 2014 11:48 am (UTC)
Heehee, lovely!

Well, I think Dean's on his best behaviour for you because he showed remarkable restraint. I thought he'd be whipping out his phone - and other items - and snapping a selfie for, um, comparison purposes!

Poor Sam, I've felt his pain in the past - nice touch with the echoey quality of his voice!! ;)

I think you're doing admirably to remember all those interesting facts while you've got the boys standing next to you; I'd struggle to remember my own name!

Look forward to the next instalment ...

(I'm just trying to picture Castiel's face when he gets this picture) :D

Edited at 2014-06-26 11:49 am (UTC)
sasha_dragonsasha_dragon on June 29th, 2014 07:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I'm sure Dean was on his best behaviour, that and the fact Sam threatened to take his phone off him *G*.

I'm glad you liked these, this was probably the last installment, but I'm think of tidying these up and posting them properly. so there may still be more to come!

I can only imagine Cas' response to the picture.
Somersomer on June 29th, 2014 06:20 pm (UTC)
DIRTY GRAFFITI :D Dude, I find this totally educational!! And poor Sam, hangover and so embarrassed later. So cute :)
sasha_dragonsasha_dragon on June 29th, 2014 07:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I'm so happy I managed to be educational as well.
JJ1564jj1564 on July 1st, 2014 06:00 am (UTC)
'Sasha watched in amusement as Sam tip toed gently around the caravan. As if he was afraid to put his feet down too heavily, in case he jarred his eyes out of their sockets.'

This is a perfect description of a scrumpy hangover, ha ha! I can emphasize with poor Sam and Dean was so mean with the teasing but funny too!

Dean driving his baby through the narrow country lanes is such a great image! And his reaction to The Giant was priceless! As was your reaction to his comments about little Dean!!

And I love how Dean describes Stonehenge as a pile of stones and Sam explaining the history - and yes Stonehenge Apocalypse is BAD! But Misha looks lovely in it!! It's almost as funny as Spinal Tap's Stonehenge!!

Thanks so much for sharing your holiday with the boys and us! I hope you take them with you next time - I'd love to see Dean's reaction to Morris Dancers!