Wow.

It kind of makes you wonder - a lot - what would actually go through Dean's head all the while.

"Fish-noodle, what the hell?" LOL My thoughts exactly!! Good story. I so wasn't expecting that to be the bet. :D

I don't think Dean would have made it either. LOL! But would they have really stuck around for eight days to see the bet through and collect the money? Oh, well. It was funny anyway. Drunk Dean usually is. (grins)

Oh I love it when you and A-Blackwinged-Bird do this! Two awesome stories to brighten up a not so great week!

As always, I think you have a wonderful writing style that just sucks me right in and makes me feel like I'm sititng at the table losing all my cash!

“Aww… poor little fish-noodle doesn’t think it’s worth his while.”

I don't know where on earth you came up with the insult of "fish-noodle," but it made me crack up! That and Dean's little "cluck-clucks" when calling all the good old boys chickens was great.

I like that you had Sam momentarily panicked thinking the bar tender might have been in on this and tampered with their drinks, and that he knows he won't leave without Dean.

It feels like forever since I've seen some of your writing (real life..it'll eat ya), so this was a joy to read.

I've been on a raw food diet and I made it 16 weeks!

But...I'm not Dean. Sam's right, he wouldn't have made it. (c:

Enjoyed your take on the bet! Fun stuff.

He thrust it forward, grinning spinach and whisky, then slapped it on the table, palm down. He giggled, belched, frowned, concentrated on doing something with his tongue behind closed lips then broke into another toothy grin. The spinach between his teeth had gone.
>> The spinach steals the show here, you know. Just as it does in real life. ;)

fishy-eyed, whisky-breathed, giggling Neanderthal
>> And poor Sam. To have to put up with all of this...

“How’s about it, fish-noodle?” Dean kicked him under the table. “I don’t see your greenback?”
>> I STILL giggle over the fish-noodle. I love it, and I don't even know what it means. lol

Sam shrugged, extended his legs and crossed them at the ankles.
>> Great body language here. Crossing the legs says so much about his confidence, more than anything he could say.

Brian hesitated, his broad shoulders stooped as he reached for something by his side. Sam tensed, straightened, unfolded his legs and slipped his right hand into his jacket. Brian righted himself before the tips of Sam’s fingers had brushed past the jacket zipper.
>> Again, nice interaction between these two, again without words. The tension builds slowly throughout this story and this is one of the points.

Dean spluttered an inebriated guffaw, smacked Brian on the shoulder and erupted into a fit of giggles, his hilarity interspersed with smatterings of ‘feeling yourself up’.
>> Hee. Silly Dean. :D

Frank idly cleaned glasses: a towel slung over one shoulder, a second shoved into a glass, his attention on them.
>> I still LOVE this. This breaks from the immediate action but still lends to the atmosphere. Frank provides a soundtrack for this story, an underlying hint of danger--and rightfully so.

Frank didn’t look like a man who would shoot to kill, maybe he’d fire a warning shot over their heads, or blast the floor to get them to run faster.
>> I've never seen this put into words before and I love it. Sam's in 'lookout' mode here.

“Let’s go out there,” Brian said. He nodded at Leroy who stood, swept the money off the table and onto the floor. The other men stood. None of them seemed drunk anymore, not even slightly tipsy. Brian turned to him. “You’re coming with us.”
>> Great turn of events here. I get goosebumps as I cross my fingers and pray the boys survive whatever you've got in store. :D

Behind the bar, away from the lights and the cars, up near the woods that bordered the property, the men stopped, pushed Dean forward until he smacked into a tree and turned woodenly around. He wasn’t grinning anymore, in fact he looked **.
>> Lovely visual. Bad things always happen in the woods behind bars, you know. And Dean against a tree? Who doesn't love that?

He could have taken more, but didn’t… it didn’t seem right, honor among thieves and all that.
>> Excellent detail.

“You wouldn’t have lasted a week,” Sam said as he accelerated out of town, and away from Theodora’s modern day (and socially acceptable) house of hell.
>> I LOVE this ending. It so totally fits, and it blows my mind how you came up with it just like that. There really is no other ending to this story.
Wonderful job with this. The imagery will haunt me for a long time!!
me

>“How’s about it, fish-noodle?” Dean kicked him under the table. “I don’t see your greenback?”
Fish-noodle, what the hell? Sam kept his arms folded, his posture relaxed.
-Ha, I thought that exact same thing!! What the hell?? Haha.


>Sam tensed, straightened, unfolded his legs and slipped his right hand into his jacket. Brian righted himself before the tips of Sam’s fingers had brushed past the jacket zipper.
“You playing now?” Brian said, his gaze slid to Sam’s chest. “Or you just feeling yourself up?”
-Haha! Too funny!

>Dressed in a sports jacket, cream slacks, a checkered shirt, polished shoes and his hair slicked down, he looked like a salesman who had struck it lucky, and believed his gold strike would last long enough to outsmart the locals.
-Ooh this sounds nice. It'd be cool if they had Dean dress up like this in Season3!! He'd look oh so delicious.

Great oneshot! I so love when you and Emily do these. Thanks for sharing and don't EVER stop!!

Very cute ending! I did really like the element of danger in this, too. Yum.

Dean wouldn't have even lasted a few days, let alone a week. Not a chance.

Nana

Heh heh... Not so sure Dean would have survived, but I bet Sam could have managed it! Loved the atmosphere inside the bar you created here - I could really imagine I was there with the boys!

Hahhaha...cute!

Awesome story! But then again, yours always are. I was enthralled about what the week was for, but once it was shown, I cracked up. Good story all and all.

Hey :)

This was great. You really have me wanting to see Dean drunk now lol

Loved that :D

Tara x0x

First up Welcome Home Honey!
second yay you wrote a new story, loved it and see even without alerts I still found it!
hugs Shelly

awesome read

Hey!

Always good to see you writing! I've missed your stuff :)

I just adore the way you write the boys--you truly capture their voices.