Unsuspecting "victim" (ota, prank war participants welcome!)

[hell_prince]

The weather was starting to turn and actually, for once, Sam felt like being outside - this didn't happen much, honestly, but he didn't question it. He found a place under a tree, his laptop open on his lap and a few books stacked up by his side (included Bridgette's Sailor Moon comic) and he was kind of waffling a little. He didn't really have

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[luvlianjel_yuri]

She was all set to go, and everyone knew where Sam was so why not get the show on the road? She was dressed in a green club outfit and matching heels. The dress was rather short, which was going to be interesting with her standing and brother Sam sitting down as he was. She actually had no problem walking on grass with those heels, thank you, and went trotting up, waving.

"Dean! Dean, is that you?" Then she got close enough to 'see' that it wasn't. "Oh. They said... Well, Winchester."

She laughed in embarrassment.

In my personal continuity, this takes place before Tristan returns.

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[hell_prince]

... who was this? That dress was ... really short. And those heels were really high. And those legs were ... really nice. "... Not Dean. Sorry. I'm his brother. Were you... looking for him?"

It figured she was looking for Dean.

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[luvlianjel_yuri]

"Yes. I met him at the fashion show--he looked so great in a tux." Sigh. "Men look so good in nice clothes and they rarely wear them."

Sam's clothing was not that of a gay man. At all.

"He liked my dress for the evening wear," she preened. "And they said Mr. Winchester was out this way so I thought, you know."

All this simpering was going to hurt Yuri's face if this went on too long.

"He did say he had a brother." Yuri totally pouted. "Totally figures, because he said you weren't as good-looking as he was. I wouldn't say that."

Dean, you lying, stinking rat fink. Sam was adorable. Argh.

"It figures, though." Sigh.

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[hell_prince]

Wait, what? Did he just get insulted, vicariously?

Of course, Dean would say Sam was less attractive. His brother was insecure like that. But ...

"Um, I'm sorry...?"

He had no idea what to say.

[its_notluck]

After the awkwardness of her day, Claire could use a little bit of a giggle though she was already feeling a bit bad for what she was going to do. Still, she had a smile on her mouth as she moved across the park where she could see Sam sitting on the ground. She couldn't pretend to mistake him for Dean but she would have to come up with something.

"Sam!" She wriggled her fingers at him as she got closer and then she arched a brow. "Have you seen Dean?"

[hell_prince]

"Hey, Claire. Not since this morning." He gave her a smile. "He's been working out at the salvage yard if you need to find him."

[its_notluck]

"I checked there." She dropped down next to him with a little huff, brushing some hair back from her face before glancing over at him. "How are you doing?"

[hell_prince]

"I'm doing all right," he said with a soft laugh as he set his computer aside. "You doing all right?"

Dean better be keeping his hands to himself with the girl. Or there would be words. Claire was a good kid.

[rounduptolez]

Thirteen was going to have fun with this. She was sure it was wrong to be so excited about a prank, but this one was going to be good.

She was heading to In & Out for work, wearing a tank top that showed off enough to get decent tips. No, she didn't have any shame when it came to tending bar.

When she saw Sam, she grinned and made her way to him, biting her bottom lip a little. "Oh, you are perfect. Exactly my type, like someone asked me what I'd want in a potential date and dropped you right in the middle of the village."

[hell_prince]

"... woah." Ahem. Sam looked up at her. "... sorry? I, uh, I'm not sure I follow."

What was with all the hot women?

[rounduptolez]

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself. I'm Remy. And I think that you should come dancing with me tonight."

[hell_prince]

"... you do. I, uh, I'm not much of a dancer." Hoo boy, was that an understatement. But Sam did offer his hand. "I'm, um, Sam."

[whatdoesithurt]

"Oy," John said, already grinning as he approached, "Dean. Been looking for you." Then, on cue, he looked startled. "Right, not Dean..." a pause for dramatic affect, then a smirk. "The other one."

[hell_prince]

That got Sam's attention, looking up at the man who approached, who seemed almost, what, feral?

"... um. Excuse me?"

[whatdoesithurt]

"I thought you were your brother, but trust me, I am much happier to see you." He did a short half circle around the younger man. "Oh yes," he said with a slow nod, "much happier."

[hell_prince]

Suddenly, Sam felt like a piece of beef in a display case. "... um, okay."

[speedster_girl]

In a sudden rush and rustle of fallen leaves, Daphne came dashing (though not at full speed, since freaking him out with her superspeed would ruin the awesome of the prank) up to where Sam was nestled beneath the tree, eyes bright and wide above her grin.

"Hey, Dean? Oh, no, wait--you're not Dean, you're the brother," she sighed with obvious disappointment. "Damn. You're cute, too. It's too bad--eh, anyway. You wouldn't know where Dean is, would ya?"

[hell_prince]

What was it with all the disappointment? Sam had unleashed the apocalypse, sure, but it wasn't like he was ugly.

"Um, Dean should be at work at the salvage yard ... I'm, um, Sam."

[speedster_girl]

"Well damn." Daphne cocked her hip and rested her fist on it, gave him an appraising once over. "Geez, why are all the cute ones either taken or gay?"

[hell_prince]

"...sorry?" Sam looked (and felt) even more perplexed. "... are you implying I'm gay?"