Turn Up The Night [Closed to Sam]
Dean was still trying to will the images of a naked Sam with his naked girlfriend out of his mind. As they sat in their room which was now minus one awfully flexible gymnast, Dean waited patiently as Sam read over Hermione's research.
As the silence reigned, Dean kept opening his mouth only to close it again. He couldn't find words to start a conversation with Sam.
No wait, yes he could.
"Dude, did we not agree on some sort of freakin' signal? Was there not supposed to be a sock hanging over the doorknob? Jesus Christ, Sammy... I should not be seeing you like that. Ever. I'm going to be scarred for life. I might need therapy."
As the silence reigned, Dean kept opening his mouth only to close it again. He couldn't find words to start a conversation with Sam.
No wait, yes he could.
"Dude, did we not agree on some sort of freakin' signal? Was there not supposed to be a sock hanging over the doorknob? Jesus Christ, Sammy... I should not be seeing you like that. Ever. I'm going to be scarred for life. I might need therapy."