The Trenton Pickle Ordinance
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isaacsapphireTitle: The Trenton Pickle Ordinance
Author: IsaacSapphire
Fandom(s): Supernatural (American TV show)
Wordcount: 360
Rating: G
Pairing(s): None
Warnings/categories: brief small boy type dirty joking
Reviews: Constructive criticism and praise are always welcome. Heck, flames are ok too.
Synopsis: There are reasons that people make up crazy rules. Reasons like the Winchesters.
Timeline: Preseries, maybe six and ten or so for the boys
Spoiler warning: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jim or the Supernatural universe. They belong to the CW, not me. I just write free advertisements for them. I make no money from this fanfiction.
Please do not redistribute in any form without permission, even with the proper byline. If you’re saving it for your personal collection, please include all headers and warnings.
A/N: Written for the http://community.livejournal.com/spnwriterlounge/ Saturday picture prompts, using the fishpond picture. The Trenton Pickle Ordinance is a real book and yes, that's really the author's name.
***
Sam was reading. Trying to read, more like. Dean had snatched the book out of his hands and was inspecting it. “The Trenton Pickle Ordinance by Dick Hyman.” Dean broke into gales of laughter. “Dick Hyman. Is little Sammy reading porn?”
“No! It’s about silly laws.”
Dean flipped through the book. “Ooo, there’s some town where you aren’t allowed to take more than one bath a month. And no riding elephants through this place in New Jersey or crossing the street while walking on your hands in Hartford. And... no getting fish drunk? Why would someone make a law like that?”
“I guess because someone did it once.”
***
John was attempting to pass for a non-custodial father out for a weekend with his boys while he investigated rumors of a woman-eating plant in the public gardens. Unfortunately, Sam and Dean were taking their orders to bicker and act bratty too seriously and didn’t stop when John told them to.
“We need a frigging safe word next time we do this.” he thought as he threw both boys into the fish pond.
“Sir! You can’t do that.” The attendant rushed over.
“Where does it say I can’t?”
The attendant pointed at the sign – “Please do not throw things in the pond” it read.
“Are you implying that my sons are things?” John glowered.
“No sir.” The other man squeaked.
Sam and Dean pulled themselves out of the pond, water streaming off and looking repentant.
“I’m sorry Dad.” They said in unison. “It was all his fault.”
It turned into a colossal shouting match between Sam, Dean, their father, and the hapless attendant. Everyone else in the garden either openly stared at them or rushed off. After forty-five minutes, John hauled his sons back to the car by their ears, then made them sit on towels he’d stolen a few motels back.
Later, Sam and Dean took a bath to warm up, John went to Jim’s hotel room so they could discuss what Jim had found about the plant while the Winchesters had distracted everyone, and the garden attendant painted a new sign that read, “Please do not throw anything or anybody into the fish pond.”
Author: IsaacSapphire
Fandom(s): Supernatural (American TV show)
Wordcount: 360
Rating: G
Pairing(s): None
Warnings/categories: brief small boy type dirty joking
Reviews: Constructive criticism and praise are always welcome. Heck, flames are ok too.
Synopsis: There are reasons that people make up crazy rules. Reasons like the Winchesters.
Timeline: Preseries, maybe six and ten or so for the boys
Spoiler warning: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jim or the Supernatural universe. They belong to the CW, not me. I just write free advertisements for them. I make no money from this fanfiction.
Please do not redistribute in any form without permission, even with the proper byline. If you’re saving it for your personal collection, please include all headers and warnings.
A/N: Written for the http://community.livejournal.com/spnwriterlounge/ Saturday picture prompts, using the fishpond picture. The Trenton Pickle Ordinance is a real book and yes, that's really the author's name.
***
Sam was reading. Trying to read, more like. Dean had snatched the book out of his hands and was inspecting it. “The Trenton Pickle Ordinance by Dick Hyman.” Dean broke into gales of laughter. “Dick Hyman. Is little Sammy reading porn?”
“No! It’s about silly laws.”
Dean flipped through the book. “Ooo, there’s some town where you aren’t allowed to take more than one bath a month. And no riding elephants through this place in New Jersey or crossing the street while walking on your hands in Hartford. And... no getting fish drunk? Why would someone make a law like that?”
“I guess because someone did it once.”
***
John was attempting to pass for a non-custodial father out for a weekend with his boys while he investigated rumors of a woman-eating plant in the public gardens. Unfortunately, Sam and Dean were taking their orders to bicker and act bratty too seriously and didn’t stop when John told them to.
“We need a frigging safe word next time we do this.” he thought as he threw both boys into the fish pond.
“Sir! You can’t do that.” The attendant rushed over.
“Where does it say I can’t?”
The attendant pointed at the sign – “Please do not throw things in the pond” it read.
“Are you implying that my sons are things?” John glowered.
“No sir.” The other man squeaked.
Sam and Dean pulled themselves out of the pond, water streaming off and looking repentant.
“I’m sorry Dad.” They said in unison. “It was all his fault.”
It turned into a colossal shouting match between Sam, Dean, their father, and the hapless attendant. Everyone else in the garden either openly stared at them or rushed off. After forty-five minutes, John hauled his sons back to the car by their ears, then made them sit on towels he’d stolen a few motels back.
Later, Sam and Dean took a bath to warm up, John went to Jim’s hotel room so they could discuss what Jim had found about the plant while the Winchesters had distracted everyone, and the garden attendant painted a new sign that read, “Please do not throw anything or anybody into the fish pond.”
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Date: 2009-06-13 04:37 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2009-06-17 05:06 pm (UTC)This is adorable. Though someone should tell John that there's really nothing safe, sane and consensual about 6-10 year old boys, so the safeword idea's probably a wash!
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