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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 23:11:41 GMT -5
Dean was on his way back to the computer when he heard Sam talking again. "Hey," he began, slightly offended, "Of course I love you." It wasn't a difficult to say it then as it usually was. The thing was, his love entitled a bit more than he thought Sam needed to know about. "I don't hate you, kid, how could you say that?"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 23:17:45 GMT -5
"it just seems like it. i sometimes see you kinda leering at me when you think iom not lookin."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 23:27:33 GMT -5
Dean looked away in time to catch himself blushing. "I'm not leering at you," he said, but he didn't want to elaborate. Sam was kind of dumb when it came to things like this, so Dean just let him think what he would.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 23:28:41 GMT -5
he thought it over then rolled over and went to sleep.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 23:32:27 GMT -5
Dean made sure that he woke his brother bright and early the next morning. He himself hadn't gotten much sleep because he was brooding and whatnot, but that's okay. He had a bet with his kinder half that Sam would have a killer head ache and he just wanted to magnify it. Pay back for thinking that Dean hated him. "Rise and shine, Little Sammy," he snickered lightly, pinching his brother's nose.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 23:37:47 GMT -5
he shifted then opened his eyes and winced. he smacked his hand away and groaned loudly, which made him wince again."what?"he asked,holding his head. it felt killer and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 23:41:35 GMT -5
"Let me guess," Dean began, "Whiskey wasn't such a good idea for a lush like you, right?" He ruffled Sam's long, shaggy hair and sat down on the side of the bed. "You nauseous yet?"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 23:42:57 GMT -5
he grimiced"its comeing"he muttered."stop yelling" he frowned at him "im not a lush"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 23:51:18 GMT -5
"You're right, you're not a lush," Dean conceded playfully. "But we have a job to get done, you I need you up and at 'em. So...get up, sport."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 23:53:51 GMT -5
"buzz off"he shot back in a almost teasing tone. groaning he got up, got a change of cloths and stumbled to the bathroom and shut the door. he spent time spilling the contents out of his stumach, took some advil and hoped in the shower. it helped wake him up and sooth the migrain.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 0:00:55 GMT -5
Dean dressed himself quickly and picked up the bottle of whiskey from the table. It was early, but hey, who cares. He took a swig and let it burn down his throat. No wonder Sam was so messed up, this was strong as hell. He set the bottle down and went up to the bathroom. "Sam I gotta pee, let me in,' he called.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 0:04:01 GMT -5
"its open"he called from behind the blue showe churtain. what kind of motel has curtains? shakeing his head he turned his face up intot he spray.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 0:06:46 GMT -5
Opening the door, he walked in to the misty bathroom and picked up the toilet seat. "So, the couple that died," he began nonchalantly as he relieved himself, "turns out they had a daughter. She died about four years ago to the day the parents kicked it. You think that's something to follow up on?"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 0:13:29 GMT -5
"that is rather strange. how dis the kid die?"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 0:14:37 GMT -5
They don't actually know. She fell into a coma mysteriously died three week later. Sound familiar at all?" When Dean was done, he flushed the toilet.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 0:17:08 GMT -5
"at the moment no. remind me" he said waching his hair with deans soap
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 0:22:50 GMT -5
"The parents both fell into comas and then passed three weeks later. Pay attention," He scolded. Suddenly, stopped on his way to the door. "That isn't Head & Shoulders I smell," he commented. Grabbing the edge of the curtain, he peeked in. "Don't you use my shampoo, you ass."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 0:24:33 GMT -5
he glanced at him"mines gone missing. it was by yours before i left yesterday."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 0:28:12 GMT -5
Dean registered his mistake for the day when his eyes fell on Sam. He obviously wasn't thinking straight because he usually tried his best to avoid looking at his brother in any state of undress. His thoughts went particularly dirty and he had to get out of there. "Okay, whatever," he said. He left the bathroom as quick as possible, stumbling slightly past the door.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 0:30:50 GMT -5
he frowned, blushing slightly. shakeing his head he rinced his hair out and turned the water off. for a moment he saw a face in the mirror, but it winked out when he looked at it head on.
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