Fictional Conversation of the Sam and Dean variety
Title: [I don't have one]
Author: Well, that would be me.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Hmm, well. Sam and Dean have a casual brothers with benefits kind of relationship but this is mostly Sam/OFC ... sorta.
Disclaimer: I don't even think that Helen Keller would believe that I was Kripke. Course, she's dead so she couldn't argue with me that I wasn't. Hmm.
Author's Notes: I don't write often and I don't write that well when I do. I'd like to use this space to give an honest and sappy heartfelt "thank you." to those few who read these silly little things.
So, uh where were you tonight?
Library.
You know, Sammy all that studying isn't good for you. Wanna know where I was?
Shut up, and let me guess. The clinic?
Jerk. And no, I know how to keep my goods wrapped up.
Guess it's a good thing you went to that one Sex-Ed class.
Please, this is all animal instinct.
What? Dean, that doesn't even make sense. What animal is 'wrapping up his goods'?
You know what I mean!
And that's the sad part. I'm going to watch some tv.
Think I'll join you. Just going to grab a beer first. You want one?
Sure.
[a few minutes into a rerun of Law and Order]
Dean?
Yeah?
Stop staring at me, it's getting creepy.
Sorry, it's just ... are you wearing lipstick? And I think your cologne has gone bad or something cos it smells girly.
Uh ... I.
Holy shit!
What?
You sly dog you weren't at the library, you were hooking up with a girl.
No, I was at the library.
Sam, I'm going to ask you a question and I don't want you to be embarrassed but please answer honestly.
All right?
Are you a crossdresser or something?
Fucksake, Dean!
What? It's an honest question!
It's a stupid question.
Then what's with ... you know.
Other people, including girls, go to libraries, Dean. It's not just me in there alone.
I know that.
And yet, you still haven't put two and two together. With your over active sex on the brain all the time imagination I thought you would have figured it out by now.
Oh!
Yeah.
[after a moment of silence]
Where'd you do it?
There was a group studying or working on a project for something, not sure what, at one of the tables and this one girl kept looking at me, right? So, I walked over to her and leaned down and whispered in her ear, that if she didn't stop I was going to come in my jeans like an awkward thirteen year old. She stood up and started started palming my dick, smiled and in the dirtiest voice said, 'Wouldn't you like to come in me, more?' That's when I pushed her down against the table and did her from behind in front of all her friends.
Fuck. Seriously?
No, Dean. I was with Melanie, my partner for the science project and uh, it was in the bathroom.
Your first time was in a library bathroom? I'm kind of disappointed in you, Sammy.
This wasn't my first time, hell it wasn't even my tenth time.
Whatchoo you talkin' about, Sammy?
You need to lay off the Different Strokes.
Yeah, yeah. Seriously, what do you mean?
I might not brag about it, I know I haven't been with as many different girls as you have but I bet you I've done it just as much as you have.
No way. I'm older than you.
Like that makes any difference at all.
It so does, how many times?
I'm not ... This isn't a contest.
The hell it isn't.
Dean, I'm not going to tell you.
Because you know you'll lose.
Fine. You're the sluttiest stud in all the land.
Damn straight.
We done with this conversation?
Yeah. Hey, Sammy?
What now?
Wanna blow me?
Jerry Orbach making you hard?
Funny. Was the image of you doing that girl infront of her friends.
You're so easy.
And apparently so are you.
Whatever, but turn off the tv first, I don't need that dun dun sound when your dick is in my mouth.
Author: Well, that would be me.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Hmm, well. Sam and Dean have a casual brothers with benefits kind of relationship but this is mostly Sam/OFC ... sorta.
Disclaimer: I don't even think that Helen Keller would believe that I was Kripke. Course, she's dead so she couldn't argue with me that I wasn't. Hmm.
Author's Notes: I don't write often and I don't write that well when I do. I'd like to use this space to give an honest and sappy heartfelt "thank you." to those few who read these silly little things.
So, uh where were you tonight?
Library.
You know, Sammy all that studying isn't good for you. Wanna know where I was?
Shut up, and let me guess. The clinic?
Jerk. And no, I know how to keep my goods wrapped up.
Guess it's a good thing you went to that one Sex-Ed class.
Please, this is all animal instinct.
What? Dean, that doesn't even make sense. What animal is 'wrapping up his goods'?
You know what I mean!
And that's the sad part. I'm going to watch some tv.
Think I'll join you. Just going to grab a beer first. You want one?
Sure.
[a few minutes into a rerun of Law and Order]
Dean?
Yeah?
Stop staring at me, it's getting creepy.
Sorry, it's just ... are you wearing lipstick? And I think your cologne has gone bad or something cos it smells girly.
Uh ... I.
Holy shit!
What?
You sly dog you weren't at the library, you were hooking up with a girl.
No, I was at the library.
Sam, I'm going to ask you a question and I don't want you to be embarrassed but please answer honestly.
All right?
Are you a crossdresser or something?
Fucksake, Dean!
What? It's an honest question!
It's a stupid question.
Then what's with ... you know.
Other people, including girls, go to libraries, Dean. It's not just me in there alone.
I know that.
And yet, you still haven't put two and two together. With your over active sex on the brain all the time imagination I thought you would have figured it out by now.
Oh!
Yeah.
[after a moment of silence]
Where'd you do it?
There was a group studying or working on a project for something, not sure what, at one of the tables and this one girl kept looking at me, right? So, I walked over to her and leaned down and whispered in her ear, that if she didn't stop I was going to come in my jeans like an awkward thirteen year old. She stood up and started started palming my dick, smiled and in the dirtiest voice said, 'Wouldn't you like to come in me, more?' That's when I pushed her down against the table and did her from behind in front of all her friends.
Fuck. Seriously?
No, Dean. I was with Melanie, my partner for the science project and uh, it was in the bathroom.
Your first time was in a library bathroom? I'm kind of disappointed in you, Sammy.
This wasn't my first time, hell it wasn't even my tenth time.
Whatchoo you talkin' about, Sammy?
You need to lay off the Different Strokes.
Yeah, yeah. Seriously, what do you mean?
I might not brag about it, I know I haven't been with as many different girls as you have but I bet you I've done it just as much as you have.
No way. I'm older than you.
Like that makes any difference at all.
It so does, how many times?
I'm not ... This isn't a contest.
The hell it isn't.
Dean, I'm not going to tell you.
Because you know you'll lose.
Fine. You're the sluttiest stud in all the land.
Damn straight.
We done with this conversation?
Yeah. Hey, Sammy?
What now?
Wanna blow me?
Jerry Orbach making you hard?
Funny. Was the image of you doing that girl infront of her friends.
You're so easy.
And apparently so are you.
Whatever, but turn off the tv first, I don't need that dun dun sound when your dick is in my mouth.