Hello! lazy-daze and I have decided that the time for comment-fic is now. In this past episode, Sam and Dean get shwasted Dean says, "I miss these talks." However, we do not see said talk on-screen.
Sam, giddy on the relief that comes in getting drunk without exacerbating Hallucifer, tells Dean in great detail the sort of stuff Lucifer used to like to taunt him with and how happy Sam is to not have to deal with it any more. Problem is, first time being drunk after a long time, Sam forgets how his inhibitions are lowered and really does tell Dean everything Hallucifer used to say, including the lewd comments about Dean.
Sam was tilting a little, pounding a hand on the table for emphasis and nearly knocking over the mostly empty whiskey bottle. “Never stopped talking, the bastard. You’re a freak Sam, you’re a -- a bom-aboma-bominayyy
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“Woah, woah,” Dean sputtered, jumping off his chair so fast he lost his balance and ended up sitting half on top of Sam. “I think I got the picture, but that’s just the devil fucking with you, Sam
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Sam gets very poetic drunk. He never drinks in public any more because he ends up sonneting or worse, limericks, usually on the topic of Dean. It's somewhat embarrassing. Dean likes it.
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I went ahead and just posted it over at my journal. This one got even longer than the last one. :-/
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