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Jun. 6th, 2007 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hopeitsworthitDean's gettin' real tired of carrying around a goddamn pink lacy handkerchief in his pocket.
But what kind of moron ditches something that came from a trickster?
Then again, what kind of moron keeps the freaking thing?
Huh.
The radio's blasting, the Impala's gunning down the interstate, and Sam's snoozing away in the passenger seat.
Dean sneaks a sideways glance at his brother, then reaches over really carefully and sliiiiiides a spoon into his mouth. Then, because he's a vindictive son of a bitch, Dean props that scrap of pink lace on the top of his head, edges dangling down into Sasquatch's eyes.
It's kind of becoming, really. In that girly cross-dresser kind of way.
Dean's smirk is smug as all hell. Now, if he only had a camera ready to hand.
Eh. Can't win 'em all, right?
But what kind of moron ditches something that came from a trickster?
Then again, what kind of moron keeps the freaking thing?
Huh.
The radio's blasting, the Impala's gunning down the interstate, and Sam's snoozing away in the passenger seat.
Dean sneaks a sideways glance at his brother, then reaches over really carefully and sliiiiiides a spoon into his mouth. Then, because he's a vindictive son of a bitch, Dean props that scrap of pink lace on the top of his head, edges dangling down into Sasquatch's eyes.
It's kind of becoming, really. In that girly cross-dresser kind of way.
Dean's smirk is smug as all hell. Now, if he only had a camera ready to hand.
Eh. Can't win 'em all, right?
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Date: 2007-06-07 03:57 am (UTC)But the lace edging to the handkerchief tickles.
A lot.
Sam sneezes himself awake and bolts upright, the spoon falling from his mouth.
"Dude. I really hate you right now, you know that?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 03:58 am (UTC)Sam says that a lot, looks like.
Dean doesn't believe him about that anymore.
"I'll give you a moment to have a manly cry. Don't abuse it."
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:07 am (UTC)"And I suppose you thought this would help?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:12 am (UTC)Dean raises one eyebrow, still smirking.
"You don't want your hairpiece to match your undies?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-07 04:24 am (UTC)"Only if you're looking to die in a fiery crash by the side of the road."
Sam just has no sense of timing.
None.
Dean'd be ashamed of him if they weren't related.
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-07 04:32 am (UTC)"Okay, you got me there, dude."
Dammit.
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:37 am (UTC)"And don't you forget it."
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:38 am (UTC)Oh Sam.
You should never have forgotten the last time.
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:41 am (UTC)Sam balls up the pink handkerchief and bounces it off his brother's face.
"We're not kids anymore."
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:43 am (UTC)"What's that got to do with anything?"
Jeeze, Sam really needs to lighten up.
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:52 am (UTC)"And it always escalates, you know that."
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Date: 2007-06-07 04:55 am (UTC)He always knew his brother was a wuss.
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-07 05:03 am (UTC)"Sure. Whatever you say, geekboy."
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:06 am (UTC)Sam flops back in the seat, absently tossing the spoon aside.
"Just remember, you started it."
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:09 am (UTC)You bet your ass he is, Sam.
Especially after that crack.
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:14 am (UTC)He sounds frankly disbelieving. Dismissing the matter, Sam leans forward and snags a piece of paper from the dashboard, then frowns at it.
"Dude, don't you trust maps?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:16 am (UTC)Dean's scowling now.
"You got something against my sense of direction?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-07 05:22 am (UTC)"Couple hours outside Richardson."
Dickwad.
"You wanna hit me with the lowdown again?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:29 am (UTC)"It's pretty much a standard haunted house sort of scene," Sam starts. "Group of kids goes poking around, braving the local legend about the murderous spirit that lives there, trying to scare each other, you know the drill."
A beat.
"Except this time, they found the body of a girl hanging in the cellar."
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:29 am (UTC)Dean makes a face.
"Anybody ID the corpse?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:34 am (UTC)Sam shrugs and puts the paper back on the dashboard.
"They're saying it was all a hoax."
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:35 am (UTC)His smile quirks.
"Sounds kinda hinky to me."
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:38 am (UTC)"Yeah, maybe... but I don't think so. I read a couple of kids' firsthand stories, and they sounded pretty sincere to me."
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:42 am (UTC)Dean looks kinda dubious.
"And where'd you get hold of these firsthand stories?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:46 am (UTC)"I, uh... I was checking out some of the local paranormal websites."
A beat, and he rushes on,
"Look, Dean, it's not like-- I knew we were gonna be coming through this way, and I figured I'd just see what was around, you know?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:47 am (UTC)"Yeah? And?"
His eyes narrow.
"What's got your panties in a wad, Sam?"
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:49 am (UTC)"The site's called 'Hellhound's Lair.' Dot com."
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Date: 2007-06-07 05:50 am (UTC)"Lemme guess, they stream it live out of Mommy's basement?"
Really, now.
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:24 am (UTC)Sam's grinning, a little.
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:31 am (UTC)"You know most of those yahoos wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the ass."
Come on, Sam, Dean's losing his faith in you a little, here.
Seriously.
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:39 am (UTC)There's tension in the line of his shoulders now.
"I need-- we need something to do, man. Dad's gone, again, and we don't know where he is or what the hell --"
He bites off his words there. A beat.
"I just don't think there's any harm in looking into this, okay?"
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:40 am (UTC)"Yeah, man. Sure. You know where we can find these kids?"
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:42 am (UTC)"Same place you always find kids in a town like that."
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:47 am (UTC)"The local strip joint?"
Hey, a guy can hope, right?
Either that or a guy can wind Sam up.
Dean's kinda banking on the latter.
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:53 am (UTC)A beat.
"Although-- how far did you say we were from Richardson?"
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:54 am (UTC)He smirks.
"Couple hours, Sam. Why, you feelin' cooped up?"
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:56 am (UTC)He slants a sideways look at his brother.
"Besides, you haven't had anything to eat in what, all of three hours now?"
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:58 am (UTC)Dean looks over at Sam.
"You got a point there, Sasquatch?"
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Date: 2007-06-10 02:59 am (UTC)Sam considers for a second, then adds cheerfully,
"Of course, if you want to faint from hunger, I'll be glad to drive--"
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Date: 2007-06-10 03:02 am (UTC)He might not eat anything (yeah, right), but Sam is not driving his baby.
Not if he's gonna be all smug about it.
Bitch.
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Date: 2007-06-10 03:04 am (UTC)Sam leans back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head and looking extremely smug.
Dean's so easy to wind up.
Jerk.