Goddamn Fighting


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Written: 22.10.26

Words: 1,175


Prompt: Gluten-Free Day

“What took you so long?”

Sam did his best to keep his eye roll at bay as he kicked the motel door closed, eyes flicking up to his brother as he attempted to keep the drinks and paper bags of food steady, “Nah, that’s okay, I got it.”

Dean didn’t bother hiding his eye roll as he closed the distance, snatching one of the bags out of the giant’s hand, “We were supposed to be on the road twenty minutes ago!”

Sam huffed, narrowly getting the food in his hands down on the small kitchen table without spilling any, “They had to bake more muffins.”

“You waited for that?” The blonde shook his head, crossing over to the closest bed, dropping the bag he’d snatched down on it as he kicked his duffle out from underneath, “We could’ve got something on the road.”

The giant ran a hand through his hair, forcing himself to take in a deep breath, “You’re the one who told me to return with a muffin, or not to come back at all.”

“Well if I knew it was gonna take you forever…”

Sam took a sip from one of the coffees, pushing down the annoyance he felt bubbling up. They’d clearly been on the road too long. Luckily, this would be their last hunt for a while. Bobby needed them to watch the phones while he went to take care of something for Rufus.

Though Dean wouldn’t admit it, Sam could tell he needed a little down time, too. Or at least, Sam hoped being on the road too long was the reason he’d been acting like an entitled dick. The giant took another long sip from his coffee, relishing the warmth that spread through his chest as he swallowed it down. He reluctantly opened his eyes as he heard his brother huff.

The youngest watched as his brother tossed his duffle up onto his shoulder, snatching the paper bag containing his breakfast off the top of the bed, before stomping his way over to the door, “Wheels up in five.”

Sam barely had a chance to open his mouth before his brother disappeared out the door. He let out a long sigh as it swung closed, you’re welcome. He ran his hand through his hair as his eyes swept over the motel room, what are the chances he forgot something?

The giant grabbed his own duffle from underneath his bed before doing a quick final check of the bathroom. After a moment of grabbing Dean’s toothbrush, and confirming they weren’t leaving anything else behind, he shoved the toothbrush into his duffle. Once that was tightly zipped, he flung it up onto his shoulder, before grabbing both coffee’s and his own breakfast bag off the table.

With one more look around the room, he shut the door behind himself.

He swallowed thickly as he approached the car, not needing to see his brother’s expression to know something was wrong. As he got closer, he noticed his brother’s brows were furrowed. He shoved his duffle in the backseat before taking his place on the passenger side of the car. As soon as he got the coffee’s settled in the cup holders, he raised an eyebrow at his brother – who was staring with furrowed brows at the muffin his brother had bought him.

“What’s this?”

“A muffin.”

The blonde let out an impatient huff, “Yeah, I can see that,” he lightly shook the offending food with a roll of his eyes, “I mean what’s wrong with it?”

Sam looked between his brother’s face and the muffin in his hand for a moment, doing his best to keep the twitching corner of his mouth in check, “Is that a trick question?”

“Something’s wrong with it!” The blonde flung the object down onto the paper bag in his lap, gesturing for the giant to pass him the other bag, “Let me see yours.”

“Oookay,” Sam handed over his bag, brows furrowing, “They’re both the same.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Dean dug his brother’s muffin out of his bag, scrutinizing it with the careful examination only a non-trusting sibling had. After a minute of looking it over, his shoulders deflated, “They’re the same.”

“Told you.”

“Well,” The blonde tossed the muffin back at his brother – who barely caught it before it hit the floor – before running a hand through his hair, “well what the hell?”

Sam was careful to keep his tone level, “What do you think is wrong with them?”

“I don’t know,” Dean shook his head before jamming the key into the ignition, making the car roar to life, “They just look… off.”

“I had to wait for them to finish baking.”

“Not old off, just…” The blonde pulled out of the motel parking lot, turning down the road before shaking his head again, “I don’t know. Never mind.”

“Okay.” Sam turned to look out his window, taking a bite from his muffin, it doesn’t taste weird to me. Chocolate chip, as requested.

They drove in silence for a moment, before Dean slammed on the breaks, much to the giant’s dismay. He looked around wildly for a minute, and upon not seeing anything on the road, turned his eyes to his brother, “What the hell, dude?”

Dean pointed out the window, to the strip of shops on the opposite side of the street, “Is this the bakery you got the muffins from?”

“Yeah…” Sam’s brows furrowed in confusion at his brother’s groan, “Why?”

“I told you to go to George’s!”

“George’s is half an hour away!” The giant held his hands up in mock surrender, still not understanding what the big deal was, “We were in a hurry!”

Dean rolled his eyes before pulling the car back out onto the street, “I knew something was wrong with the muffins!”

“What do you think they did to them?”

The blonde shook his head, “It’s a gluten-free bakery, Sammy.”


“What do you mean ‘so’?” His brother gave him an incredulous look, as he tossed the offending bag into the backseat, “You thought I wasn’t gonna notice you trying to poison me?”

“Poison?” Sam’s jaw dropped, “It’s just a gluten-free muffin!”

“Exactly! Why bother making something out of wheat if you don’t want to eat wheat?”

“Uh, Celiac disease, gluten sensitivities, not to mention-”

“Look,” Dean huffed, knuckles going white around the steering wheel, “If other people want to eat rabbit food, more power to ‘em. But don’t try to feed that stuff to me.”

“Wha…?” Sam shook his head, forcing his next sentence to die on his lips. He took in a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, “Fine. Next time, I’ll go to the place you said to.” Even though it’s farther away.

“Good.” The blonde ran a hand down his face with a huff, “You can eat both of those sad excuses for baked goods.”

“Yeah, thanks.” The giant shook his head again before opting to look out his window, thank God we’re not that far from Bobby’s.

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