Dean Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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tampered2009-03-12 02:17 am
shutupsammy) wrote in tampered2009-03-12 02:17 am
log: ongoing
When; this afternoon
Rating; pg-13+
Characters; sam winchester [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
canitdean] + dean winchester [shutupsammy]
Summary; Sam'n'Dean really need to have a talk about this thing where they tried to kill each other.
Log;
He wondered if Sam even went to bed last night when he got up this morning, earlier than usual, the glow of the light in his brother's room coming out from below his bedroom as Dean made his way to the shower. Hours later, time for late lunch, Sam was still in there. And part of Dean hopes he still is when he gets back from doing some shopping and picking up some entrees, because, fuck Sam, and fuck Dean. They needed to talk.
Before Cas yelled at him again. Or Bobby kicked his ass. Or both. And because--
How did you get over that? The way things were spiraling, one step forward and two steps back?
Dean booted the bottom of Sam's door with his foot, arms full of bags from the family dining restaurant he'd visited on the way back. Time to talk.
"Sam? I hope you don't have any plans for a hot date tonight, because I brought back Italian. I even splurged on shrimp scampi."
Rating; pg-13+
Characters; sam winchester [
canitdean] + dean winchester [shutupsammy]Summary; Sam'n'Dean really need to have a talk about this thing where they tried to kill each other.
Log;
He wondered if Sam even went to bed last night when he got up this morning, earlier than usual, the glow of the light in his brother's room coming out from below his bedroom as Dean made his way to the shower. Hours later, time for late lunch, Sam was still in there. And part of Dean hopes he still is when he gets back from doing some shopping and picking up some entrees, because, fuck Sam, and fuck Dean. They needed to talk.
Before Cas yelled at him again. Or Bobby kicked his ass. Or both. And because--
How did you get over that? The way things were spiraling, one step forward and two steps back?
Dean booted the bottom of Sam's door with his foot, arms full of bags from the family dining restaurant he'd visited on the way back. Time to talk.
"Sam? I hope you don't have any plans for a hot date tonight, because I brought back Italian. I even splurged on shrimp scampi."