Aw, that was really sweet. And lol, poor Dean and all his trying. I also particularly enjoyed when Dean had all but forgotten his moment of weak in the knees-ness. Lol. Lots of good moments of awkward humor. And then Sammy - "All my life." GUH ♥ Loved it!
Gosh, this was so, so adorable and lovely and sweet and wonderfully awkward at times - I absolutely loved it! Your writing is spot-on and completely awesome. Thank you so much for sharing and making me smile in giddy delight. :D ♥
I JUST REREAD THIS AND I AM LAUGHING AND LAUGHING. I love all the people hitting on Sam and Dean's tortured I DON'T LIKE IT! BUT I GET IT! YOU GO SAMMY! JUST NOT WITH THEM! and that every single time, Dean trying to react accordingly/appropriately backfires on him. His sadness at not being offered king-sized beds anymore and ALL OF THIS
What to wear. It wasn’t a date, he reminded himself. Nice jeans and a clean shave was enough, anything else was pushing it. Adjusting the sleeves of his dark button-down, Dean surveyed himself in the mirror.
"Hello," he said to his reflection. Then cleared his throat and stood up straighter. "Hello, uh, Sammy." Dean frowned. He felt like a creep. The only way this wouldn’t be weird is if he made sure it wasn’t. "Good evening, Samuel," he said, winking.
When he got to the restaurant early, Sam was already loitering by the door.
"Ah," said Dean. "Good evening."
"What?" Sam said.
"Nothing. Food?" I AM CRYINGGGGGG. Their talking at cross-purposes at the table and their mutual internal struggle to be
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OMG this was absolutely perfect and delicious and I enjoyed every single second of it - thank you so much! The characterization was spot on, the dialogue rang completely true, and I laughed out loud more than once. This is the Dean and Sam I love. Please don't ever stop writing these boys the way you do, ok? :)
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What to wear. It wasn’t a date, he reminded himself. Nice jeans and a clean shave was enough, anything else was pushing it. Adjusting the sleeves of his dark button-down, Dean surveyed himself in the mirror.
"Hello," he said to his reflection. Then cleared his throat and stood up straighter. "Hello, uh, Sammy." Dean frowned. He felt like a creep. The only way this wouldn’t be weird is if he made sure it wasn’t. "Good evening, Samuel," he said, winking.
When he got to the restaurant early, Sam was already loitering by the door.
"Ah," said Dean. "Good evening."
"What?" Sam said.
"Nothing. Food?" I AM CRYINGGGGGG. Their talking at cross-purposes at the table and their mutual internal struggle to be ( ... )
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