Just Plain Shit ~ A Jack and Dean Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Jacks POV

It all started on a rainy tuesday. Well, actually it wasn't raining and I'm not sure if it was tuesday. What am I even saying, this is just bullshit. Okay, let's start over.
So.. It all started at a certain moment in time. I was on the couch, scrolling through Netflix, while Dean was making some popcorn for us to munch on.
"Jack?" I heared from the kitchen. He sounded a bit worried, but I didn't really care.
"Sup." He didn't awnser.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, I think so..." He muttered. We both went silent again until he suddenly spoke:
"Jack, can I talk to you for a bit?"
"We're talking now, aren't we?"
"I mean like- serious talk."
"Yeah, sure." I said, wondering what could be wrong.. He walked in, wearing a flower paterned apron.
"Why are you wearing an apron?" I asked. "I thought you were making popcorn."
"I was."
"Then why are you wearing an apron?"
"I don't know. I'm not the person writing this. I'm just wearing an apron I guess."
"Yeah but why?"
"I don't know. Maybe it will come in handy later in the story."
"Right..." We stood there awkwardly for a moment. Actually I was sitting, but yeah. You get to point.
"Are you going to take it off?"
"I think we need to talk Jack."
"Well, what about, Dean?" I sighed, returning my attention to my laptop. What is it with having to say peoples name when you talk to them. I know I'm Jack and I know he's talking to me, because it's just the two of us in my flat.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Jack?"
"No." I said frowning. "Nothing in particular. I was going to ask you if you wanted to watch Adventure Time."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I mean it's a good show right?"
"Shut up! I don't care about Adventure Time, Jack! I'm being dead serious!"
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Why didn't you tell me about the dragon?" I just stared at him for a while.
"So do you want to watch Adventure Time?"
"No. No no no, don't you dare change the subject. Why didn't you tell me about your dragon?" He said harsly.
"Dean, seriously. Another time okay?"
"Jack, I've seen him with my own eyes."
"Really?" I said, not bothering to listen anymore.
"Are you gonna play dumb?"
"There's only one dumb here for as far as I now."
"Okay, you move your ass over there and see for yourself."
"I'm not getting up."
"Yes you are."
"Nope. I'm comfy."
"Don't care."
"Can't be bothered."
"You're coming."
"Don't think so."

~ 17 minutes later. ~

"I hope you're happy."
"Quite, yes." He somehow managed to get me into the kitchen, which was a complete mess by the way.
"How did you manage to make such a mess while making popcorn?"
"It's a family recipe."
"Are you kidding?"
"No, actually it's been passed down-"
"I don't care about your popcorn rituals! Just- can I please go back? I don't have a dragon. Case closed."
"Really, Jack? Look in the oven."
"Are you telling me there's a dragon in my oven?"
"Why don't you see for yourself."
"No- no, I'm not playing along in your little game. It's not funny, so stop it."
"Okay, I'll show you if you keep acting like that."
"Fine! Show me that goddamn dragon!"

~ 5,7 seconds later ~

"WHY IS THERE A DRAGON IN MY OVEN?!" Oh god, this was really bad. I'm not allowed to keep pets in this flat. My landlord is gonna kill me when he finds out.
"I'm very surprised you've never noticed him." Dean said, way to relaxed for my liking.
"Well, why would I? Do I look like someone who uses an oven?"
"Well, you do love chicken."
"EVERYONE LOVES CHICKEN DEAN THAT DOESN'T MEAN I COOK IT MYSELF!!"
"Jeez, calm down."
"How am I gonna get rid of it?" I asked, half to myself, pacing around the livingroom.
"I don't know. Why won't you just keep it. You could use it to fly you around and stuff."
"Oh, I don't know. BECAUSE IT FUCKING NEARLY BURNED OFF MY FACE!"
"Maybe it can roast chicken!"
"MAYBE IT CAN ROAST MY FACE!!"
"Sh! Calm down, you'll scare him."
"Oh, yeah. Because he's the one who should be scared." I muttered.
"So what are you gonna call him?" Dean said, looking at me eagerly.
"Dude, I'm not keeping him."
"Aw, come on! You have a dragon, Jack! How many times are you going to find a dragon in your oven? If you don't want him, I'll take him."

~ one amazing dragon taming adventure later ~

"Too bad he was allergic to rain." I said.
"Yeah, a dragon like that wouldn't get very far in the UK..."
"He did really like your popcorn though."
"What can I say. It's a family recipe." We both went silent for a while.
"Did that apron come in any use in this story?"
"No. No, I think that was just for fun."

~ the end ~

To be continued maybe but probably not.