Day 4 - Wincest Love Week (Summer ‘16)

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Let’s Go To The Movies – Rating: “General”

If there was a movie coming out that either of them wanted to see they made it a point to make time to see it in the theater.

They didn’t have space for DVDs, and Sam’s laptop could only hold so many James Bond movies. Their only options were to watch it in theaters or wait until they caught it on network television.

It took Dean two years to catch the Alien Raiders after he missed it the first time because of Hell.

Usually, when they picked a movie they went through the whole theatrical experience.

Picked a night in the middle of the week when there were least likely to be noisy teenagers taking up all the good seats.

They each got a popcorn, a pack of sour patch kids to share, and split a large coke cola.

More often than not Dean would drink the soda down enough to empty an entire flask of whiskey in there.

Then after the movie, they would go to a local restaurant and talk about it. Trading different things they’d liked, or found absolutely ridiculous.

Pacific Rim was still a tension between them because it was both the stupidest movie they’d ever seen, yet on their list of top favorite movies.

Sam dreaded Batman releases because Dean would wander around days after quoting it in answer to everything Sam asked him.

Dean hoped there was a special place in hell for the people who green lit the “based on a true story: serial killer movies” Sam was fascinated with.

They had downtime after their last hunt, so Sam was looking what was playing at the local theater.

“If you pick a chick movie I’ll see it under protest.” Dean threatened as he ran an oiled rag through the barrel of his shotgun.

“Oh god,” Sam muttered from behind his computer.

Dean looked up at him, that tone never meant anything good.

“Oh god!” Sam repeated, the shock clear in his voice.

Dean was on his feet and moving across the room, “Sammy, what is it.”

The horrified look in Sam’s eyes when he looked up at Dean would haunt him, but not nearly as long as the words he spoke next.

“They made them into a movie!”

A studio known for pumping out B-List horror/thriller movies had bid for the rights to make the Supernatural books into a movie.

“Supernatural: The Yellow-Eyed Demon” was only playing in select theaters.

They skipped their usual popcorn and sugary candy, both too stressed to even consider eating during the movie.

Dean couldn’t contain the bark of laughter the first time “Sam” came on screen. His hair was long enough to be in a ponytail, and for most of the movie it was.

Sam didn’t like the actor that played Dean, he was arrogant and cocky without the charm to smooth it over.

The studio had taken a lot of liberty with the story.

It was an exceptionally condensed retelling of their victory over Azazel.

It started with “Sam” narrating how he was on the road with his brother to hunt down a demon and destroy it.

Jessica’s death was told through oddly-timed-flashbacks throughout the movie and was over the top gory.

Making Azazel a hot chick was up there on the list of infractions. Made only more horrific by their Dad have a completely uncalled for sex scene with her that ended with her stabbing him to death.

It was enough to have the brothers fighting to not get up and walk out halfway through the movie.

And there was entirely too much touching between the brothers.

Affectionate arms were thrown over shoulders, headlocks that ended with a kiss on the other’s forehead, the way they grabbed and held on to each other when they thought the other was injured.

The killing of Azazel was so quick and anticlimactic, you’d have blinked and missed it.

The whole movie was so poorly paced and was left wide open for a sequel with “Sam” narrating the ending from the passenger seat of the car and his eyes flashing yellow before the camera followed the car down the horizon.

Instead of the easy conversation and dinner after a movie, they headed straight to the motel in silence.

Almost two hours later Dean finally asked, “It was shit, right?”

“Of course.” Sam easily agreed.

“I mean, we aren’t really like that?” He asked staring at the beer bottle in his hand.

Sam started to shake his head but stopped. “Kind of?”

At Dean’s wide-eyed, betrayed look Sam rushed to explain, “you shot down the idea of a threesome immediately instead of considering it like the movie did.”

Dean huffed and shook his head in disbelief. “Do you know how hot she would have to be?”

Sam raised an eyebrow, or psychic he mused.

“Like a porn star hot.” Dean reiterated.

“Like the guy who played you.” Sam pointed out.

Dean choked on his beer, “That’s what he was from?!”

Sam ran a hand over his face, of course Dean watched the guy’s videos.

With a sigh Sam stood and started popping the button-snaps of his shirt, tossing it over his backpack.

Dean jumped to his feet, the chair he was sitting on skidding across the floor startling them both, “What are you doing?” He demanded.

Sam frowned at him, “Getting ready to go to sleep?”

“I’m right here!” Dean said throwing his arms out.

“When has that ever stopped us?” Sam argued, “Ever stopped you from prancing around here in your boxers?”

“I don’t prance.” Came Dean’s protested grumble.

“Whatever.” Sam said with an eye roll, “I take it you’re sleeping in your bed tonight?”

Dean pointed his beer bottle at Sam pointedly, “I didn’t say that, and don’t hog all the covers like you did last night.”