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phantismaFandom: Supernatural/SGA Cross
Title: Queaser
Pairing: Sam/Dean/John/Ronon
Rating: G
Word Count: 608
Summary: Yesterday I asked for prompts for light and fluffy. Someone anonymously asked for "Don't Think We're in Kansas", Sam and Dean and John and Ronon go off world to some festival.
“Sam, look.” Dean pointed down the fairway. He could almost believe they were back home at some county carnival.
Well, he would if the people running the game booths didn’t have three eyes and the ones manning the food booths weren’t serving with their tails.
“Yeah, Dean. I see it.” Sam said beside him.
“See what?” Ronon asked, joining them with his mammoth meat-on-a-stick.
Dean’s eyes got big. “Where’d you get that?”
Ronon took a bite and pointed with his chin. “What are we seeing?” he asked around his mouthful.
Sam pointed. “Unless I miss my guess, Dean’s referring to that.”
“Come on Sammy, it looks just like a tilt-a-whirl.”
“No thanks Dean.” Sam said. “I just ate.”
“Weak stomach, Sammy?” Ronon asked with a grin.
Sam rolled his eyes, but Dean grinned. “You up for it, big guy?”
Ronon shoved his food at Sam and wiped his face. “You’re on.”
Sam sighed and watched them go, elbowing each other as they got closer and got in line. Beside him he heard a chuckle and turned to find John watching them as well. “He’s like a great big kid.”
“A great big kid with deadly weapons.” Sam countered. John chuckled again.
“You gonna eat that?” John pointed at Ronon’s stick of meat. Sam handed it off. “You having fun?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, thanks. Dean really needed this.”
“Yeah, well it was for you too.” John said, picking at the meat. They watched the ride, the cars spinning wildly. “Wanna bet which one of them gets sick?”
“Dean, hands down.” Sam said with a grin. “He hasn’t found anything yet that Ronon can’t beat him at.”
As the ride came to a stop, they watched Ronon all but carry Dean off and down the stairs, laughing the whole way. Nearly back to where John and Sam waited, Dean found his legs and shrugged Ronon off, though his face was still a little green when they stopped.
“Dude, if you’re gonna blow, don’t get so close.” Sam said and Dean made a face.
Ronon stole his stick of meat back from John and took a big bite. Dean groaned and made a dash for an alley between tents. Ronon smiled wide, meat stuck in his teeth. Sam laughed and John shook his head. “We should be heading back.”
“I’ll get Dean.”
Sam jogged to the alley where Dean had gone, and stopped.
“You okay?” The little girl had blue markings on her skin, and a blue tint to her blondish hair. She put a hand on Dean’s head. “It’s always better once you throw up.”
Dean lifted his head. “I’m okay, kid.”
“I threw up my first time too. My big brother made it go so fast I threw up, and it all landed in his face.”
Sam chuckled and Dean looked up. “It helps if you don’t eat first.” She shoved some stuffed toy at him. “And take him. He’s a Queaser.”
Dean took the toy and looked at her funny. “A what?”
“Makes it so you don’t get queasy.”
“Andria!”
“That’s my Daddy. I gotta go.”
She ran off amid the twinkling of bells sown on her clothes. Dean climbed to his feet, still looking a little green. “You okay?” Sam asked.
Dean held up the squishy blue blob and shook it at him. “I have a Queaser.”
“So you do. We’re leaving.”
“Leaving? I haven’t even tried the thing with the dragon’s head.”
Sam shook his head. “Maybe if you’re a good boy Daddy will let us come back tomorrow.”
Dean threw Queaser at Sam. “Bitch.”
Sam caught it, then slung an arm around his brother. “Jerk.”
Title: Queaser
Pairing: Sam/Dean/John/Ronon
Rating: G
Word Count: 608
Summary: Yesterday I asked for prompts for light and fluffy. Someone anonymously asked for "Don't Think We're in Kansas", Sam and Dean and John and Ronon go off world to some festival.
“Sam, look.” Dean pointed down the fairway. He could almost believe they were back home at some county carnival.
Well, he would if the people running the game booths didn’t have three eyes and the ones manning the food booths weren’t serving with their tails.
“Yeah, Dean. I see it.” Sam said beside him.
“See what?” Ronon asked, joining them with his mammoth meat-on-a-stick.
Dean’s eyes got big. “Where’d you get that?”
Ronon took a bite and pointed with his chin. “What are we seeing?” he asked around his mouthful.
Sam pointed. “Unless I miss my guess, Dean’s referring to that.”
“Come on Sammy, it looks just like a tilt-a-whirl.”
“No thanks Dean.” Sam said. “I just ate.”
“Weak stomach, Sammy?” Ronon asked with a grin.
Sam rolled his eyes, but Dean grinned. “You up for it, big guy?”
Ronon shoved his food at Sam and wiped his face. “You’re on.”
Sam sighed and watched them go, elbowing each other as they got closer and got in line. Beside him he heard a chuckle and turned to find John watching them as well. “He’s like a great big kid.”
“A great big kid with deadly weapons.” Sam countered. John chuckled again.
“You gonna eat that?” John pointed at Ronon’s stick of meat. Sam handed it off. “You having fun?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, thanks. Dean really needed this.”
“Yeah, well it was for you too.” John said, picking at the meat. They watched the ride, the cars spinning wildly. “Wanna bet which one of them gets sick?”
“Dean, hands down.” Sam said with a grin. “He hasn’t found anything yet that Ronon can’t beat him at.”
As the ride came to a stop, they watched Ronon all but carry Dean off and down the stairs, laughing the whole way. Nearly back to where John and Sam waited, Dean found his legs and shrugged Ronon off, though his face was still a little green when they stopped.
“Dude, if you’re gonna blow, don’t get so close.” Sam said and Dean made a face.
Ronon stole his stick of meat back from John and took a big bite. Dean groaned and made a dash for an alley between tents. Ronon smiled wide, meat stuck in his teeth. Sam laughed and John shook his head. “We should be heading back.”
“I’ll get Dean.”
Sam jogged to the alley where Dean had gone, and stopped.
“You okay?” The little girl had blue markings on her skin, and a blue tint to her blondish hair. She put a hand on Dean’s head. “It’s always better once you throw up.”
Dean lifted his head. “I’m okay, kid.”
“I threw up my first time too. My big brother made it go so fast I threw up, and it all landed in his face.”
Sam chuckled and Dean looked up. “It helps if you don’t eat first.” She shoved some stuffed toy at him. “And take him. He’s a Queaser.”
Dean took the toy and looked at her funny. “A what?”
“Makes it so you don’t get queasy.”
“Andria!”
“That’s my Daddy. I gotta go.”
She ran off amid the twinkling of bells sown on her clothes. Dean climbed to his feet, still looking a little green. “You okay?” Sam asked.
Dean held up the squishy blue blob and shook it at him. “I have a Queaser.”
“So you do. We’re leaving.”
“Leaving? I haven’t even tried the thing with the dragon’s head.”
Sam shook his head. “Maybe if you’re a good boy Daddy will let us come back tomorrow.”
Dean threw Queaser at Sam. “Bitch.”
Sam caught it, then slung an arm around his brother. “Jerk.”
