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errant_janeSo, sometimes Sam and Dean talk in my head. Just have, like, entire conversations that I have nothing to do with. That's not weird, is it?
Anyway, this is how they were amusing me today. Sort of a, um, coda to the coda I wrote yesterday? Can I do that? IDEK! Coda coda!! The point is, I woke up and Sam was all, "Yeah, I wasn't done with that..." And he looked so adorable and mischievous! SAM! ♥ I'm sort of ridiculous. I've mentioned that, right?
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As far as Dean's concerned, that's the end of it. He made it perfectly clear that Dr. Sexy and all Dr. Sexy related queries were off the table as conversation topics. And Dean is very authoritative.
Sam, however, apparently missed that memo. He waits just long enough for Dean to relax again and then turns to him, his expression oddly placid and says, "Paging Dr. Sexy to Dean's pants. Dr. Sexy, your presence is required in Dean's pants. Stat."
"I'm about to page my fist to your face," Dean says. It is, perhaps, not his best retort ever. Especially since he can feel himself flushing up his neck to the tips of his ears.
"Then I could have McSexy patch me up."
"Tell me you did not just say 'McSexy'." Dean’s horrified. "He's not Scottish! There's no Mc! That’s just." He waves his hand in the air, searching for the appropriate word. "Stupid!" He stops short of saying, You take it back now!
Sam snorts. "Sorry. I didn't mean to insult your boyfriend. Don't get your panties in a twist, dude."
Dean feels a moment of pure, heart-stopping panic before he remembers that Sam doesn't actually know about the panties thing. "Whatever, man. You totally used to have a crush on Bo Duke."
"No," Sam says, drawing out the word like he's talking to a particularly slow child. "That was you. You used to take a bath and put on your General Lee pjs before the show because you thought Bo could see you through the TV."
"What?" Dean splutters. "That's just not true!" Except for the part where, oh yeah. It totally is. He'd kind of forgotten about that. Dammit! "Where would you even get something like that?"
"Dad told me," Sam says smugly.
"That's a lie. I liked Daisy."
"Oh, okay," Sam says in his sarcastic voice.
"Whatever." Dean is not about to get pulled any further into this particular argument.
They're quiet for awhile after that until Sam turns to Dean and says, "You’re upset now because we didn’t get to go on Dukes of Hazzard, aren’t you?"
"Well come on!" Dean says. "It would have been awesome!"
Sam leans forward, his expression intent. "Sophie’s Choice moment of truth, you can only have one TV boyfriend. Is it Bo or Sexy?"
"Shut up, Sam."
"C'mon. The cowboy boots or the General Lee? Which is it?"
If Sam thinks he's going to dignify that he is sadly—"The General Lee!" It's as long as he could hold that in. "Yeah, yeah. Yuck it up, chuckles. Just remember, payback's a bitch."
"And so are you?" Sam asks before he starts guffawing like a jackass again.
Dean simply narrows his eyes and begins to plot.
Clowns. Clowns should definitely be involved in some capacity...
Anyway, this is how they were amusing me today. Sort of a, um, coda to the coda I wrote yesterday? Can I do that? IDEK! Coda coda!! The point is, I woke up and Sam was all, "Yeah, I wasn't done with that..." And he looked so adorable and mischievous! SAM! ♥ I'm sort of ridiculous. I've mentioned that, right?
***
As far as Dean's concerned, that's the end of it. He made it perfectly clear that Dr. Sexy and all Dr. Sexy related queries were off the table as conversation topics. And Dean is very authoritative.
Sam, however, apparently missed that memo. He waits just long enough for Dean to relax again and then turns to him, his expression oddly placid and says, "Paging Dr. Sexy to Dean's pants. Dr. Sexy, your presence is required in Dean's pants. Stat."
"I'm about to page my fist to your face," Dean says. It is, perhaps, not his best retort ever. Especially since he can feel himself flushing up his neck to the tips of his ears.
"Then I could have McSexy patch me up."
"Tell me you did not just say 'McSexy'." Dean’s horrified. "He's not Scottish! There's no Mc! That’s just." He waves his hand in the air, searching for the appropriate word. "Stupid!" He stops short of saying, You take it back now!
Sam snorts. "Sorry. I didn't mean to insult your boyfriend. Don't get your panties in a twist, dude."
Dean feels a moment of pure, heart-stopping panic before he remembers that Sam doesn't actually know about the panties thing. "Whatever, man. You totally used to have a crush on Bo Duke."
"No," Sam says, drawing out the word like he's talking to a particularly slow child. "That was you. You used to take a bath and put on your General Lee pjs before the show because you thought Bo could see you through the TV."
"What?" Dean splutters. "That's just not true!" Except for the part where, oh yeah. It totally is. He'd kind of forgotten about that. Dammit! "Where would you even get something like that?"
"Dad told me," Sam says smugly.
"That's a lie. I liked Daisy."
"Oh, okay," Sam says in his sarcastic voice.
"Whatever." Dean is not about to get pulled any further into this particular argument.
They're quiet for awhile after that until Sam turns to Dean and says, "You’re upset now because we didn’t get to go on Dukes of Hazzard, aren’t you?"
"Well come on!" Dean says. "It would have been awesome!"
Sam leans forward, his expression intent. "Sophie’s Choice moment of truth, you can only have one TV boyfriend. Is it Bo or Sexy?"
"Shut up, Sam."
"C'mon. The cowboy boots or the General Lee? Which is it?"
If Sam thinks he's going to dignify that he is sadly—"The General Lee!" It's as long as he could hold that in. "Yeah, yeah. Yuck it up, chuckles. Just remember, payback's a bitch."
"And so are you?" Sam asks before he starts guffawing like a jackass again.
Dean simply narrows his eyes and begins to plot.
Clowns. Clowns should definitely be involved in some capacity...
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