You write Sam and Dean like how they are in my head and I LOVE it!
Sam is angry now, he can feel it dripping down his throat, congealing around his heart and filling up his lungs. “No, Dean, I was doing it right. It just wasn’t any good. It was like kissing—a complete misrepresentation. I’d rather have been by myself.”
“Holy—” Dean tosses the remote aside. “You have got to be wired wrong, somebody took all the DNA connected to your dick and replaced it with Oxford English Dictionary.”
“Dean!” Sam shot up from the couch, breath whooshing out of his mouth. "Don’t you think I’d like to enjoy it? That I’d like to feel a connection to someone?"
Dean blinks at him. “Connection? Oh my god! Do you have a dick at all?” He looks at Sam's crotch, horrified.
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Sam is angry now, he can feel it dripping down his throat, congealing around his heart and filling up his lungs. “No, Dean, I was doing it right. It just wasn’t any good. It was like kissing—a complete misrepresentation. I’d rather have been by myself.”
“Holy—” Dean tosses the remote aside. “You have got to be wired wrong, somebody took all the DNA connected to your dick and replaced it with Oxford English Dictionary.”
“Dean!” Sam shot up from the couch, breath whooshing out of his mouth. "Don’t you think I’d like to enjoy it? That I’d like to feel a connection to someone?"
Dean blinks at him. “Connection? Oh my god! Do you have a dick at all?” He looks at Sam's crotch, horrified.
LOL. SO MUCH AWESOME RIGHT THERE!!!