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avandell2007-05-07 01:15 pm
theladyscribe) wrote in avandell2007-05-07 01:15 pm
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Let's Go Get Lost Here in the USA (One-Shot)
Title: Let’s Go Get Lost Here in the USA
Characters: Dean, Jo, Sam (implied Dean/Jo)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 439
Summary: She knows it’s only for a couple of months, but she wishes it would last forever.
Notes: Snap-shot of a roadtrip with Dean, Sam, and Jo. Takes place on the same trip as Tampax Was There. Title from “Road Tripping” by Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Characters: Dean, Jo, Sam (implied Dean/Jo)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 439
Summary: She knows it’s only for a couple of months, but she wishes it would last forever.
Notes: Snap-shot of a roadtrip with Dean, Sam, and Jo. Takes place on the same trip as Tampax Was There. Title from “Road Tripping” by Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Let’s Go Get Lost Here in the USA
She could get used to this – the hours-long drives along old highways in the Impala with the Winchesters, Metallica or AC/DC blaring from the speakers. Dean and Sam sit in the front, joking back and forth. Dean has finally warmed up to her a little – after the tampon incident, he’s even stopped complaining about her requests for real bathroom stops – and has offered to help her with hand-to-hand combat. They spar (both physically and verbally) in the early evenings on dusty ground, the setting sun casting silhouettes of them both.
She likes bar nights - the nights in between jobs – usually in the next town over after finishing up a hunt. Those nights, the three of them find a motel, dump their stuff and head to the most brightly-lit, busiest bar they can find. Sam grabs a booth, Jo orders the beers, and Dean scouts for either half-drunk frat boys he can hustle or half-drunk sorority girls he can lay, depending on which way their job went.
Sometimes, Dean gets Jo to help him hustle pool. She likes this job—it’s easy enough to do and it certainly has a nice view, though she’d never admit that to Dean. She holds the money and stands nearby, showing just enough skin to distract the frat boys but never enough to get unwanted attention. The one night that happened, Dean set the kid straight before the poor guy could even make it around the table, let alone get close enough to try anything.
Nights are spent in sticky-hot motel rooms with broken air conditioners, arguing with Dean over who’s sleeping on the floor tonight until Sam finally just lies down on the grungy carpet in frustration and starts snoring. Sometimes they keep arguing even after that – more because it comes naturally to them than because they’re actually angry. Eventually, they back down enough to agree that it’s time to sleep, and Jo changes in the bathroom, and when she comes back out, Dean’s under the covers of the bed nearest the door, already half-asleep. “Night, Dean,” she whispers and turns out the light, never expecting – and never receiving – a reply.
The next day, the cycle starts again: they load their things into the trunk of the Impala, Sam takes shotgun, Dean gets in the driver’s seat, and Jo spreads out in the back seat with her back against one door and her feet against the door across the car. Dean puts on Led Zeppelin and they tear out of the parking lot and head for the highway.
She knows it’s only for a couple months, but Jo wishes it would last forever.
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A/N: The lyrics to “Road Tripping,” because it’s too appropriate for these three.
Road trippin’ with my two favorite allies
Fully loaded we got snacks and supplies
It’s time to leave this town
It’s time to steal away
Let’s go get lost
Anywhere in the U.S.A.
…So much has come before those battles lost and won
This life is shining more forever in the sun
Now let us check our heads
And let us check the surf
Staying high and dry’s
More trouble than its worth
In the sun
…In Big Sur we take some time to linger on
We three hunky-dories got our snakefinger on
Now let us drink the stars
It’s time to steal away
Let’s go get lost
Right here in the U.S.A
She could get used to this – the hours-long drives along old highways in the Impala with the Winchesters, Metallica or AC/DC blaring from the speakers. Dean and Sam sit in the front, joking back and forth. Dean has finally warmed up to her a little – after the tampon incident, he’s even stopped complaining about her requests for real bathroom stops – and has offered to help her with hand-to-hand combat. They spar (both physically and verbally) in the early evenings on dusty ground, the setting sun casting silhouettes of them both.
She likes bar nights - the nights in between jobs – usually in the next town over after finishing up a hunt. Those nights, the three of them find a motel, dump their stuff and head to the most brightly-lit, busiest bar they can find. Sam grabs a booth, Jo orders the beers, and Dean scouts for either half-drunk frat boys he can hustle or half-drunk sorority girls he can lay, depending on which way their job went.
Sometimes, Dean gets Jo to help him hustle pool. She likes this job—it’s easy enough to do and it certainly has a nice view, though she’d never admit that to Dean. She holds the money and stands nearby, showing just enough skin to distract the frat boys but never enough to get unwanted attention. The one night that happened, Dean set the kid straight before the poor guy could even make it around the table, let alone get close enough to try anything.
Nights are spent in sticky-hot motel rooms with broken air conditioners, arguing with Dean over who’s sleeping on the floor tonight until Sam finally just lies down on the grungy carpet in frustration and starts snoring. Sometimes they keep arguing even after that – more because it comes naturally to them than because they’re actually angry. Eventually, they back down enough to agree that it’s time to sleep, and Jo changes in the bathroom, and when she comes back out, Dean’s under the covers of the bed nearest the door, already half-asleep. “Night, Dean,” she whispers and turns out the light, never expecting – and never receiving – a reply.
The next day, the cycle starts again: they load their things into the trunk of the Impala, Sam takes shotgun, Dean gets in the driver’s seat, and Jo spreads out in the back seat with her back against one door and her feet against the door across the car. Dean puts on Led Zeppelin and they tear out of the parking lot and head for the highway.
She knows it’s only for a couple months, but Jo wishes it would last forever.
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A/N: The lyrics to “Road Tripping,” because it’s too appropriate for these three.
Road trippin’ with my two favorite allies
Fully loaded we got snacks and supplies
It’s time to leave this town
It’s time to steal away
Let’s go get lost
Anywhere in the U.S.A.
…So much has come before those battles lost and won
This life is shining more forever in the sun
Now let us check our heads
And let us check the surf
Staying high and dry’s
More trouble than its worth
In the sun
…In Big Sur we take some time to linger on
We three hunky-dories got our snakefinger on
Now let us drink the stars
It’s time to steal away
Let’s go get lost
Right here in the U.S.A
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