Warning: This is my first ever SPN fic. The idea itself is really silly and I'm not sure if I got Dean and Sam's voices just right. It's also unbeta'd. I'd like to put it up on fanfiction.net, but if anyone would like to give me suggestions or beta for me, I'd really appreciate it.
Title: The Stuff of Legends
Summary: Sam finds some interesting information on the internet.
Category: Gen, Humor, Parody
Spoilers: Can't think of any. Possibly a very vague one for Skin. This is probably best set around mid to late season 1, before Dead Man's Blood.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Kripke does. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
A/N: This ficlet is dedicated to the lovely people who comment on my Puppy!Sam picspams. I'd be lying if I didn't say you guys inspired this. So, thanks! *hugs you all*
Not long, but behind a cut anyway to spare you the ugly sight if need be. *grin*
Sam frowned as he gazed at his laptop in concentration. “Hey, Dean?”
“I've been searching some websites for information and I found something interesting.”
“Uh ... well, actually it's not so much interesting as it is unnerving...”
“What??” Dean persisted, holding his hands out in frustration. What on Earth was his brother talking about? Information on demonic omens? Information on the demon that killed Mom?
“I just ... where are they getting this from??”
“Mind giving me a little clue as to what the hell you're talking about, Sammy?”
Sam shook his head, obviously confounded by what greeted him on the screen. “Oh, uh... here, look at this.” He shifted the laptop a bit so Dean could see.
Dean shrugged. “It's a picture of you. And it's not a mug shot. Huh.”
“But look what it says underneath.”
“'Sammy the Puppy',” Dean read.
Sam squinted in obvious confusion. “Where is all this talk about me being a puppy coming from?”
Dean felt his lips edging upward in a smirk. He had to admit it wasn't a bad description. Especially considering the eyes and Sam's inherent ability to get what he wanted with them. Most of the time, anyway. “Well ... you know, you do kinda resemble-”
Sam cut him off, sighing and rolling his eyes. “And this isn't the first time I've seen it. There are various chat boards and websites where people mention this kind of thing. I just don't get it.”
“Hey, if you're going to get any kind of recognition, be thankful it's of the ... 'fan girl' variety,” Dean had to stifle a chuckle with that one, “and not some fed with an APB out on you.”
Sam's eyebrows lifted, disappearing into his bangs. “'Fan girl variety'?” Dean couldn't stop his grin in reaction to Sam's bemused expression. “Very funny,” his younger sibling snorted.
“Looks like Kid Brother's got some fans,” Dean teased.
Sam apparently ignored that comment and continued with his objections. “Don't get me wrong; it's flattering that people appreciate me, but ... 'Puppy Eyes?' 'Puppy Mole?' 'Puppy Dimples?' Oh, and here's my favorite ... 'Puppy Mop'???”
Dean walked away from him, snickering as he removed his jacket and draped it over a chair. He really couldn't believe his brother was making such a big deal over this. “Relax, dude. You're way too tense. You should enjoy the attention while it lasts.”
“Oh, Dean ...”
Dean turned to face him. “Yeah?”
Sam stared at him. That damned uppity look of his that said 'You think you've won, huh? Well, top this.'
“You should see what they're saying about you.”