Archive of Our Own

Aisle 15

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As they strolled down the main aisle at Home Depot, Sam tried again. “You know,” he prodded, “if you’d tell me what we’re hunting, I could help shop for it.”

“Oh,” Dean eyed his brother sidelong, “it’s about your size,” he replied casually. A little too casually.

Before Sam could question him further, Dean spotted the aisle sign he’d been looking for.

“There it is,” he said, “Aisle fifteen.” He quickened his pace a little, tossing a question over his shoulder. “Hey, you think that bedframe in our room is solid wood?”

“Probably,” Sam answered, puzzling at the seemingly random topic, “since it’s gotta support a king mattress, and is designed to hold more than one person. What’s…?”

But before he could get the rest of the question out, Dean hurried the last few steps to his destination, humming. To Sam, it sounded like that annoying song from the Korean guy on YouTube.

As Dean turned down Aisle fifteen, he sang something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Oppa dungeon style.”