My last one for today. It's almost 3:30 and going home time. Topped out at almost 3300 words today. --
Yellow
It wasn’t the shirt he wanted, but it was the only one he found that was clean. Laundry was for the weak and hell, it’s not like Travis ever actually left the house. Well, that’s not entirely true. He did leave to check the mail and buy food, but that was about the extent of his outward adventures. Ethan, bless his heart, did his level best to introduce Travis to polite society, but he wasn’t always that willing.
And so he stood wearing a lemon yellow Polo.
“I can’t say that quite goes with those god awful pants you’re wearing, honey,” Ethan said over the edge of the newspaper. “What color are those pants anyway?”
“Steel blue?” He had no idea.
“Not a good look, Murph.”
“But it’s clean,” he protested, walking himself over to the table where Ethan sat.
“And ugly.” He set the paper down and kissed Travis’ face. “I love you but you really need to change. I think I saw your favorite flannel and a pair of jeans in the laundry room.”
“Hmm,” Travis muttered, storming out of the kitchen and towards the dryer. “Ah-hah,” he shouted. “You were right.”
“Of course I was,” Ethan muttered. “I’m the one who washed your damn clothes, you heathen.”
“What was that,” Travis asked, returning in a clean pair of jeans and a blue, white and pastel yellow flannel.
“Nothing baby,” he lied. “Now that is a look I can get behind. So very sexy in ripped jeans and a flannel. Muy guapo."
“Mama will be so proud,” Travis laughed, kissing the top of Ethan’s head. “Now, if you could only learn that in Gaelic, we’d be set.”
“You don’t even know it in Gaelic, so I don’t want to hear it.”
“Maybe not, but you’d officially become my father’s favorite son if you did.” “Not a chance of that ever happening, Murphy,” Ethan teased. “But thanks for thinking it could happen.”
“Um, well, thank you for doing my laundry?”
“Someone has to, you hot mess you.”
Travis shook his head and headed into the kitchen. Now that he was properly clothed he needed food and coffee before he could start his day. Although, just a dose of his Ethan was enough to get his libido started. Yeah, he had a good life.
Dean looked down at the road and didn’t know if he wanted to cry or curse. He shook his head instead and got back into the Impala.
“What’s wrong?” Castiel asked.
“The road,” Dean muttered.
“What’s wrong with it?” Sam asked not bothering to look up from his laptop.
“It’s made from yellow bricks.”
Sam closed his eyes and softly groaned.
“I don’t understand,” Castiel said with a hint of confusion in his voice.
“I thought Ash was joking when he told us to follow the yellow brick road,” Dean tried to explain knowing he failed to do so when he looked in the rear view mirror and saw confusion mar the angel’s face.
“This has some kind of special meaning to you?”
“Help me out here, Sam,” Dean requested.
“The only way to help him understand is to show him The Wizard of Oz,” Sam told him.
Dean shuddered. “Do it.”
“Alright,” Sam agreed. “But don’t blame me if he starts humming Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
“Deal,” Dean agreed.
“I am still here and there is no need to speak of me in the third person,” Castiel said gruffly. It really annoyed him when they talked about him like he wasn’t present when in fact he was.
“Sorry, man,” Dean apologized as he handed over Sam’s laptop once Sam pulled up the movie at the point where Dorothy starts her journey to the Emerald City. “Here watched this and hopefully you’ll understand.”
“Okay,” Castiel replied as he took the laptop and sat back to quietly watch the movie.
*&*&*&
Several miles down the yellow bricked road Castiel started to hum We’re Off to See the Wizard.
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Yellow
It wasn’t the shirt he wanted, but it was the only one he found that was clean. Laundry was for the weak and hell, it’s not like Travis ever actually left the house. Well, that’s not entirely true. He did leave to check the mail and buy food, but that was about the extent of his outward adventures. Ethan, bless his heart, did his level best to introduce Travis to polite society, but he wasn’t always that willing.
And so he stood wearing a lemon yellow Polo.
“I can’t say that quite goes with those god awful pants you’re wearing, honey,” Ethan said over the edge of the newspaper. “What color are those pants anyway?”
“Steel blue?” He had no idea.
“Not a good look, Murph.”
“But it’s clean,” he protested, walking himself over to the table where Ethan sat.
“And ugly.” He set the paper down and kissed Travis’ face. “I love you but you really need to change. I think I saw your favorite flannel and a pair of jeans in the laundry room.”
“Hmm,” Travis muttered, storming out of the kitchen and towards the dryer. “Ah-hah,” he shouted. “You were right.”
“Of course I was,” Ethan muttered. “I’m the one who washed your damn clothes, you heathen.”
“What was that,” Travis asked, returning in a clean pair of jeans and a blue, white and pastel yellow flannel.
“Nothing baby,” he lied. “Now that is a look I can get behind. So very sexy in ripped jeans and a flannel. Muy guapo."
“Mama will be so proud,” Travis laughed, kissing the top of Ethan’s head. “Now, if you could only learn that in Gaelic, we’d be set.”
“You don’t even know it in Gaelic, so I don’t want to hear it.”
“Maybe not, but you’d officially become my father’s favorite son if you did.”
“Not a chance of that ever happening, Murphy,” Ethan teased. “But thanks for thinking it could happen.”
“Um, well, thank you for doing my laundry?”
“Someone has to, you hot mess you.”
Travis shook his head and headed into the kitchen. Now that he was properly clothed he needed food and coffee before he could start his day. Although, just a dose of his Ethan was enough to get his libido started. Yeah, he had a good life.
Edited at 2015-12-30 11:29 pm (UTC)
Dean looked down at the road and didn’t know if he wanted to cry or curse. He shook his head instead and got back into the Impala.
“What’s wrong?” Castiel asked.
“The road,” Dean muttered.
“What’s wrong with it?” Sam asked not bothering to look up from his laptop.
“It’s made from yellow bricks.”
Sam closed his eyes and softly groaned.
“I don’t understand,” Castiel said with a hint of confusion in his voice.
“I thought Ash was joking when he told us to follow the yellow brick road,” Dean tried to explain knowing he failed to do so when he looked in the rear view mirror and saw confusion mar the angel’s face.
“This has some kind of special meaning to you?”
“Help me out here, Sam,” Dean requested.
“The only way to help him understand is to show him The Wizard of Oz,” Sam told him.
Dean shuddered. “Do it.”
“Alright,” Sam agreed. “But don’t blame me if he starts humming Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
“Deal,” Dean agreed.
“I am still here and there is no need to speak of me in the third person,” Castiel said gruffly. It really annoyed him when they talked about him like he wasn’t present when in fact he was.
“Sorry, man,” Dean apologized as he handed over Sam’s laptop once Sam pulled up the movie at the point where Dorothy starts her journey to the Emerald City. “Here watched this and hopefully you’ll understand.”
“Okay,” Castiel replied as he took the laptop and sat back to quietly watch the movie.
*&*&*&
Several miles down the yellow bricked road Castiel started to hum We’re Off to See the Wizard.
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