Sam and Dean weren’t often comfortable with other people - didn’t trust them. And that combined with the fact that, as hunters, weird scenarios kind of came with the territory, they got into far more awkward situations then was strictly necessary.
“Uh, miss, you were kind of...”
“I was making out with a reanimated corpse?”
“Well, yeah.”
“How the fuck did that happen?”
“Uh... curse.”
And:
“Dude, uh. That’s a hag.”
“I know.”
“... Well. You cursed?”
“No.”
“Okaaaay, As you were.”
But then there were these other situations, like:
“Oh, you’re such a lovely couple!”
“Lady, we’re brothers.”
...
“Gay brothers?”
But in the whole world there was a place where Dean and Sam were most comfortable - with themselves or otherwise. And that place was Bobby’s house. It was messy, disorganised, and homely. But sometimes they got too comfortable and they slipped.
“You boys holdin’ hands?”
“Um... curse.”
But then there were those other times when it was too too comfortable.
Sam’s tongue was inside Dean’s mouth and his huge, hot body was pressed up against his brother. His large hands were on Dean’s cheeks. They gasped into each other’s mouths in unison, shared body heat burning on their skin. Bobby was out.
“Uh, miss, you were kind of...”
“I was making out with a reanimated corpse?”
“Well, yeah.”
“How the fuck did that happen?”
“Uh... curse.”
And:
“Dude, uh. That’s a hag.”
“I know.”
“... Well. You cursed?”
“No.”
“Okaaaay, As you were.”
But then there were these other situations, like:
“Oh, you’re such a lovely couple!”
“Lady, we’re brothers.”
...
“Gay brothers?”
But in the whole world there was a place where Dean and Sam were most comfortable - with themselves or otherwise. And that place was Bobby’s house. It was messy, disorganised, and homely. But sometimes they got too comfortable and they slipped.
“You boys holdin’ hands?”
“Um... curse.”
But then there were those other times when it was too too comfortable.
Sam’s tongue was inside Dean’s mouth and his huge, hot body was pressed up against his brother. His large hands were on Dean’s cheeks. They gasped into each other’s mouths in unison, shared body heat burning on their skin. Bobby was out.
“Sam? Dean?”
Bobby wasn’t out.
They broke apart quickly. “Uh...”
“What the hell?”
“...cursed?”
“Idjits!”
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“Lady, we’re brothers.”
...
“Gay brothers?”
“Sam? Dean?”
Bobby wasn’t out.
They broke apart quickly. “Uh...”
“What the hell?”
“...cursed?”
HAHAHAHA, perfect.
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Hee! I don't think there are many other responses to that.. the idjits. ;)
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This was AWESOME.
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Cursed! Nice excuse boys! :P
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