Sam's Shirts!ext_742255August 11 2011, 13:28:48 UTC
I love how all of Sam's shirts -- the ones that follow him through the series -- seem to be so... loose, baggy, unfitting in the earlier seasons and then come late season 4, season five, they're always rolled at the sleeves and *tight*
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anonymous
August 16 2012, 17:55:22 UTC
"I'm so sorry, Madison."
"I know, Sam, but this is the only way. You've got to do this. It's okay. Just remember, you're saving me."
"Right, okay," Sam takes a couple shaky breaths to compose himself. "Take off the shirt."
"What?"
"It's too late for you, Madison. But it's not to late for the shirt. If you're not wearing it when I shoot you, then it can go on."
"Seriously?"
"Please, Madison." She looks at him, and he gazes earnestly back into her eyes.
"Oh, for the love of..." She tries to 'accidentally' rip a few buttons as she takes it off, but someone must have gone through and reenforced them with fishing line. "There. I'll just die in my bra, why don't I?"
"I'll think of you every time I wear it."
"Yeah, sure, let's just get this over with."
From the other room, Dean hears the crack of a gunshot, and lets a single, manly tear fall down his cheek.
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anonymous
August 16 2012, 18:15:31 UTC
"Leave out the fishing line, Dean."
"What, did you get cut somewhere else?" Dean tries to check, but his brother shrugs him off and picks up the shirt he was wearing. Sam gently smoothes out a sleeve, revealing the bloodstained hole in all its glory. "Dude I think it's dead."
"NO!" Sam shouts. "I lost Jessica, I lost Dad, I lost Madison, I lost *you*, but I WILL NOT LOOSE THIS SHIRT!"
"Hey, just chill, buddy. I'll pick you up a new one next time we hit the mall." Dean takes another look at his brother's snarling face and backs up to the door. "Actually, how about I go buy some oxy-clean?"
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I love how he just gets so... buff. Me likey :D
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"I know, Sam, but this is the only way. You've got to do this. It's okay. Just remember, you're saving me."
"Right, okay," Sam takes a couple shaky breaths to compose himself. "Take off the shirt."
"What?"
"It's too late for you, Madison. But it's not to late for the shirt. If you're not wearing it when I shoot you, then it can go on."
"Seriously?"
"Please, Madison." She looks at him, and he gazes earnestly back into her eyes.
"Oh, for the love of..." She tries to 'accidentally' rip a few buttons as she takes it off, but someone must have gone through and reenforced them with fishing line. "There. I'll just die in my bra, why don't I?"
"I'll think of you every time I wear it."
"Yeah, sure, let's just get this over with."
From the other room, Dean hears the crack of a gunshot, and lets a single, manly tear fall down his cheek.
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"What, did you get cut somewhere else?" Dean tries to check, but his brother shrugs him off and picks up the shirt he was wearing. Sam gently smoothes out a sleeve, revealing the bloodstained hole in all its glory. "Dude I think it's dead."
"NO!" Sam shouts. "I lost Jessica, I lost Dad, I lost Madison, I lost *you*, but I WILL NOT LOOSE THIS SHIRT!"
"Hey, just chill, buddy. I'll pick you up a new one next time we hit the mall." Dean takes another look at his brother's snarling face and backs up to the door. "Actually, how about I go buy some oxy-clean?"
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Love it!
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