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So, kinda "#insert random number# ways to tell your brother you're queer", stories...
"Have you ever fucked a guy?"
Dean, startled, turns and stares at him.
"What kind of question is that?"
Sam calmly looked back at him.
"That's not a no."
"Well I didn't exactly think I'd done anything recently that'd have you questioning *my* manhood"
Sam just waits, unimpressed.
Dean sighs.
"So?"
"Well, *yeah*, but that's still not the kind of question I wanna talk about with my *brother*."
Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you can't say that you've exactly censored yourself *other* than this" Sam makes a wry face "You've always bragged about your pick-ups before... in much unwanted depth"
Dean actually looks offended (incredulous).
"Dude, I censor, I totally self-censor!"
"Sammy..." Dean leans back with a world weary sigh, cutting off Sam with his hand, as Sam opens his mouth.
"You haven't heard about half the stuff I've done, little bro."
Dean sits there smirking.
Sam is thrown off slightly, it's disturbing, so of *course* Dean's telling the truth.
Dean's always been good at that.
Dude, he totally thought you were gay.
Hey, *I* look normal, *you're* the one who looks like a leather daddy.
Dean blinks for a moment.
"Which I guess makes you the bottom./
At least they know who'd be on top./
Which I guess makes me the top, bitch. *ass slap*/
Well I guess you would make a very pretty bottom."
((So many different options there!))
I... you did *not* just go there.
Dean waggles eyebrows.
Sam groans.
Dad thought I was gay.
*offended*
Of course I'm not!
I'm bi!
Dude, Dad knew you weren't gay.
He did not.
Yes he did, because *I'm* the one who's gay.
*What!?*
You're not gay!
Well, no, no I'm not...
Sam: *bewildered face*.
But I am bi, and he didn't have a problem with that, did he?
He... you *what*?
I'm bi... what? You got a problem with that.
But you. I mean, girls... huh.
*Pause. Pause*
You're just a slut, aren't you?
*Dean's offended*
Hey! I...
*pauses*
*big grin slowly spreads across his face*
Well... yeah, pretty much.
*winks*
Hey, I'll try anything once...
And the fucking guys thing?
Opens mouth. Closes.
*pause*
*pause*
*pause*
"More than once?"
Sam sighs.
He was proud of you, about college, about the scholarship, he would have been happy for you that you had Jess, as well.
Sam just glared at him.
Proud that I actually had a *girlriend* you mean?/
Proud that it was actually a *girlfriend* you mean?
Sammy - Sam, he. He shouldn't have said those things. He was... upset.
Sam looked up.
Why not? It was true.
Dean's looking confused.
He was only wrong in that I do actually prefer girls. But - it was still true.
Sammy -
I'm his geeky, queer, failure to the family name son, and I really couldn't be fucked explaining to him that no, I only take it up the ass *sometimes*.
I...
...
Ummm, look, I'm really sorry man.
It wasn't your fault.
Dean looks away.
Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
*Dean looks guilty*
"Dean...
How could it possibly be your fault?
It's not your fault Dad was... a fucking asshole about *that*."
Dean looks kinda torn between defending Dad and continuing.
"It is. It all started because he found some of my stuff that... he thought was yours."
But... what?
Uh...
Dean frowned and raised an eyebrow at him, like Sam wasn't getting something.
"Take a wild guess."
"Oh."
*pause....*
Dean sighed.
"Some of my skin magazines, *gay* skin magazines. I didn't find out til after you'd gone.
If... if I'd realised, I would have squared it with him earlier. It wasn't fair for all of that to fall on you."
Dean looks upset.
"Dean..." Sam stops then continues. "Dean, that still wasn't your fault.
That was Dad being a bigot, and it's still not fair for that to have fallen on either of us"
"Yeah, well, he got over it anyway..."
"Really?"
"Well, in a 'don't ask, don't tell kinda way'. And he knew I also fuck chicks. Reassured him somewhat."
Sammy is quiet. Explains something about why he's so flamboyant with girls.
I didn't find out til after you'd gone other
That. That was my fault.
What?
It. Dad found some of my stuff, thought it was yours.
"Why would that -
...
Oh."
"Yeah.
...
I didn't know."
"Have you ever fucked a guy?"
Dean, startled, turns and stares at him.
"What kind of question is that?"
Sam calmly looked back at him.
"That's not a no."
"Well I didn't exactly think I'd done anything recently that'd have you questioning *my* manhood"
Sam just waits, unimpressed.
Dean sighs.
"So?"
"Well, *yeah*, but that's still not the kind of question I wanna talk about with my *brother*."
Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you can't say that you've exactly censored yourself *other* than this" Sam makes a wry face "You've always bragged about your pick-ups before... in much unwanted depth"
Dean actually looks offended (incredulous).
"Dude, I censor, I totally self-censor!"
"Sammy..." Dean leans back with a world weary sigh, cutting off Sam with his hand, as Sam opens his mouth.
"You haven't heard about half the stuff I've done, little bro."
Dean sits there smirking.
Sam is thrown off slightly, it's disturbing, so of *course* Dean's telling the truth.
Dean's always been good at that.
Dude, he totally thought you were gay.
Hey, *I* look normal, *you're* the one who looks like a leather daddy.
Dean blinks for a moment.
"Which I guess makes you the bottom./
At least they know who'd be on top./
Which I guess makes me the top, bitch. *ass slap*/
Well I guess you would make a very pretty bottom."
((So many different options there!))
I... you did *not* just go there.
Dean waggles eyebrows.
Sam groans.
Dad thought I was gay.
*offended*
Of course I'm not!
I'm bi!
Dude, Dad knew you weren't gay.
He did not.
Yes he did, because *I'm* the one who's gay.
*What!?*
You're not gay!
Well, no, no I'm not...
Sam: *bewildered face*.
But I am bi, and he didn't have a problem with that, did he?
He... you *what*?
I'm bi... what? You got a problem with that.
But you. I mean, girls... huh.
*Pause. Pause*
You're just a slut, aren't you?
*Dean's offended*
Hey! I...
*pauses*
*big grin slowly spreads across his face*
Well... yeah, pretty much.
*winks*
Hey, I'll try anything once...
And the fucking guys thing?
Opens mouth. Closes.
*pause*
*pause*
*pause*
"More than once?"
Sam sighs.
He was proud of you, about college, about the scholarship, he would have been happy for you that you had Jess, as well.
Sam just glared at him.
Proud that I actually had a *girlriend* you mean?/
Proud that it was actually a *girlfriend* you mean?
Sammy - Sam, he. He shouldn't have said those things. He was... upset.
Sam looked up.
Why not? It was true.
Dean's looking confused.
He was only wrong in that I do actually prefer girls. But - it was still true.
Sammy -
I'm his geeky, queer, failure to the family name son, and I really couldn't be fucked explaining to him that no, I only take it up the ass *sometimes*.
I...
...
Ummm, look, I'm really sorry man.
It wasn't your fault.
Dean looks away.
Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
*Dean looks guilty*
"Dean...
How could it possibly be your fault?
It's not your fault Dad was... a fucking asshole about *that*."
Dean looks kinda torn between defending Dad and continuing.
"It is. It all started because he found some of my stuff that... he thought was yours."
But... what?
Uh...
Dean frowned and raised an eyebrow at him, like Sam wasn't getting something.
"Take a wild guess."
"Oh."
*pause....*
Dean sighed.
"Some of my skin magazines, *gay* skin magazines. I didn't find out til after you'd gone.
If... if I'd realised, I would have squared it with him earlier. It wasn't fair for all of that to fall on you."
Dean looks upset.
"Dean..." Sam stops then continues. "Dean, that still wasn't your fault.
That was Dad being a bigot, and it's still not fair for that to have fallen on either of us"
"Yeah, well, he got over it anyway..."
"Really?"
"Well, in a 'don't ask, don't tell kinda way'. And he knew I also fuck chicks. Reassured him somewhat."
Sammy is quiet. Explains something about why he's so flamboyant with girls.
I didn't find out til after you'd gone other
That. That was my fault.
What?
It. Dad found some of my stuff, thought it was yours.
"Why would that -
...
Oh."
"Yeah.
...
I didn't know."