Supernatural rec

[unamaga]

--The Paradox of Living, by lyra_wing (Gen, PG-13) ~7783 words
Okay, this, right here? Is fantastic. It made me laugh, it made me whimper, and it is just so perfectly spot-on that I've read it five times already. "A bout of unusual child abductions bring the Winchesters to Alaska in the dead of winter." Alaska in the spn_50states challenge.


"No, I'm just amazed that you used 'direct correlation' in a sentence," says Sam with a grin, and splutters when he gets hit in the face with a handful of snow.

Sam spits the snow off his lips and wipes his face. "Oh, you're so dead."

Dean smirks and beckons with both hands – a come and get it gesture. "Bring it, punk."

"Big talk from someone who struck out against his little brother," says Sam, crouching to scoop up two handfuls of snow. "You never could handle those curve balls."

"Shut up, that happened once," says Dean. He blocks the first snowball with his forearm and he ducks the second, which goes sailing harmlessly over his head. Dean smirks. "Weak."

"Sort of like your left hook, huh?" says Sam, and tumbles sideways just in time to avoid a metric assload of snow flying straight towards him. He lands ungracefully in a snowdrift, and when he props himself up on one elbow, Dean is already standing over him.

"I didn't even hit you and you're down, Sammy. Can you say 'lame'?" says Dean, grinning.

"Lame," says Sam, and grabs the back of Dean's knee and pulls. Dean lands facedown in the snow, and when he raises his head, coughing and spitting, Sam puts a knee in Dean's back and grabs a fistful of Dean's hair, pushing and smashing his face back into the snow.

"Say 'Zeppelin sucks,'" says Sam. He releases his hold enough so that Dean can raise his head.

"You suck. You suck and you love it," says Dean, and Sam pushes his face into the snowdrift again, rubbing his head around for good measure.

Dean thrashes and bucks, trying to throw Sam off of him. "What do you weigh, like, a million pounds?" he grunts around a mouthful of snow.

Sam shifts around so he's completely sitting on Dean's back, trapping him from moving. "You go to the university and I'll let you go," says Sam. When Dean holds up a hand and flips him the finger, Sam warns, "I'll fart on you. Don't think I won't."

"Fine," says Dean, collapsing and going limp.

Immediately, Sam is suspicious.

And he has good reason to be, because Dean suddenly swings an arm around behind himself and grabs Sam's neck, pushing until Sam falls sideways off of Dean and into the snow. Then Dean is on him, stuffing a handful of snow down the back of Sam's shirt.

"Oh fuck you!" Sam yelps, nearly jumping out of his skin at the freezing wet mess.

Dean laughs. "You wish." He gets up off of Sam and dusts the snow off his clothes and face, heading back towards town.

"You still have to go!" Sam calls after Dean, getting up and shaking the snow out of his clothes.