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Warning 1: Thou shall not steal. Plagiarism is a dastardly deed. Thank you.

Warning 2: No beta reader. Apologies for everything wrong, including any uncharacteristic behavior of the Winchester brothers.

Warning 3: This is dialogue only.

Timeline: Set during Season One

". . ." – This signifies a moment of silence, or no talking, in the dialogue.

Purple Suits You

By Jan J. (P.J.P.), Little Sister's Keepress


"What now, Sam?"

"Just look at this!"

"Wow. A bottle of multivitamins just as you requested. Other than that, I got nothing."

"Read the label aloud!"

"Pretty demanding today, Princess? Fine. 'Centrum Multivitamin/Multimineral Supplement.' You know, Sam, I can read even though I didn't go to college like you, geek boy."

"Lower, Dean. Read lower!"

"'Ultra Women's.' Wait. Huh?"

"Exactly, Dean! How could you buy me a multivitamin for women?"

". . ."

"That's not funny! Quit laughing."

"Sammy, it's not a big deal. I'm sure there's not a big difference. Anyway, you are kinda a girl."

"I am not!"

"Sam, seriously. What kind of guy worries about running low on vitamin pills while he's in the middle of hunting a poltergeist?"

"I asked you to buy me a bottle after that hunt. Someone's got to be concerned with health around here, especially with the way you eat!"

"Well, Samantha, if we ate the way you wanted to eat, we would be broke! I mean, bulgur wheat for breakfast? Where the heck am I supposed to find that?"

"All I wanted was some vitamins, Dean. That's all I asked of you!"

". . ."

"Aw, Sammy. Look. I'll return the bottle and get the regular vitamins."

". . ."

"How did you already open this? I bought this only three hours ago!"

". . ."

"I guess that's how you noticed something was wrong. Dude, when are the regular vitamins ever in pink?"

"They're purple, Dean!"

"Na uh. This is clearly pink!"


"Pink! Do you need glasses?"

"I hate you!"

"No, Sammy. You loove me!"

"I hate you."

"No, you love me!"

". . ."

"God, you and Dad are the same! Why can't you admit what you did wrong and just say, 'I'm sorry'?"

"That's because I'm always right, Sam."

"You wouldn't have done this if it were Dad!"

"Dad isn't a vitamin nut like you, Sam. And, besides, Dad does not need them as much as you."


"Well, from the label, these pills have more vitamin D and calcium than the normal ones, so, I mean, that's a good thing, right? They promote better bone growth for you, Sammy. Especially since you always seem to get knocked down from being kidnapped and from being choked."

". . ."

"You know I'm right, little brother."

"You're unbelievable, Dean."

"Yes, I am just that awesome!"

"So you're gonna be taking these, too, right? I'm not the only one who gets knocked down. You need to take better care of yourself, Dean."

"No worries, Sam. You can keep those pink pills for yourself. I got my orange multivitamin right here."

"I hate you."

"Nah. You love me too much."