The first thing Sam wants to do when he sees the picture is laugh his ass off.
This is pretty much always his reaction to embarrassing pictures of Dean, which there are sadly not that many of. Family photos stopped really being a thing after mom died, and they got rid of most of the ones from before that. And apparently mom didn't like dressing him up in little sailor outfits or anything.
He surreptitiously picks the lock on the case with the photo and takes it out, stowing it in his coat for later.
They were only in school in Reno for a couple weeks--Sam was eleven and Dean fifteen, an age where Dean didn't really want to tell him anything. He'd always assumed Dean never did anything that wasn't directly related to hunting--he never acted like he did.
But apparently Dean was in some kind of punk rock band. He was wearing guyliner. Sam's not even sure guyliner was a thing back then.
"Find anything at the school?" Dean asks, when Sam gets back to the car. "Coffee shop was a bust."
"Yeah," says Sam, somehow managing to keep a straight face. "Actually, I found a great lead."
"Yeah? What is it?"
Sam takes the picture out of his coat and hands it over. "It's the Crotch Rockets."
Dean flushes bright red, which doesn't happen very often and is amazing every time. "What the fuck," he says. "Dude, where was this?"
"There was some display of bands from the high school through the years. Apparently you guys made the cut."
"Jesus," says Dean, fingers tracing over the picture. "I can't believe there was a picture of this."
"I can't believe you ever wore a mesh shirt," Sam says. He has to admit, there's something undeniably hot about twinky little Dean in his barely-there shirt and his eyeliner. Sam shifts a little in his seat.
Dean doesn't miss it. "Dude, I can't believe you like it."
"Shut up," Sam says. "You're the one who should be embarrassed here. You were in a band and wore makeup."
"I bet I could find a shirt like that again," says Dean, smirking. "Some eyeliner. You like that Sammy?"
"Oh Jesus," says Sam.
Dean smirks. "Dude, you better not start popping a boner for My Chemical Romance after this."
Re: *twirls*elizardbitsDecember 12 2011, 23:04:33 UTC
I really want to find an awesome picture to go with this but I'm scared that googling TWINKY TEEN JENSEN ACKLES will get me put on some horrible watchlist.
Was the Reno comment just for me?? (I'm going to believe it was, even if it wasn't) *squeals* IT'S PERFECT!!! Twinkyguylinerband!Dean and Sam all hot for him, and stealing the picture.
This is pretty much always his reaction to embarrassing pictures of Dean, which there are sadly not that many of. Family photos stopped really being a thing after mom died, and they got rid of most of the ones from before that. And apparently mom didn't like dressing him up in little sailor outfits or anything.
He surreptitiously picks the lock on the case with the photo and takes it out, stowing it in his coat for later.
They were only in school in Reno for a couple weeks--Sam was eleven and Dean fifteen, an age where Dean didn't really want to tell him anything. He'd always assumed Dean never did anything that wasn't directly related to hunting--he never acted like he did.
But apparently Dean was in some kind of punk rock band. He was wearing guyliner. Sam's not even sure guyliner was a thing back then.
"Find anything at the school?" Dean asks, when Sam gets back to the car. "Coffee shop was a bust."
"Yeah," says Sam, somehow managing to keep a straight face. "Actually, I found a great lead."
"Yeah? What is it?"
Sam takes the picture out of his coat and hands it over. "It's the Crotch Rockets."
Dean flushes bright red, which doesn't happen very often and is amazing every time. "What the fuck," he says. "Dude, where was this?"
"There was some display of bands from the high school through the years. Apparently you guys made the cut."
"Jesus," says Dean, fingers tracing over the picture. "I can't believe there was a picture of this."
"I can't believe you ever wore a mesh shirt," Sam says. He has to admit, there's something undeniably hot about twinky little Dean in his barely-there shirt and his eyeliner. Sam shifts a little in his seat.
Dean doesn't miss it. "Dude, I can't believe you like it."
"Shut up," Sam says. "You're the one who should be embarrassed here. You were in a band and wore makeup."
"I bet I could find a shirt like that again," says Dean, smirking. "Some eyeliner. You like that Sammy?"
"Oh Jesus," says Sam.
Dean smirks. "Dude, you better not start popping a boner for My Chemical Romance after this."
"Shut up."
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And Dean, hon, if you have a problem with popping a boner for MCR, you can come see me about it... *cracks knuckles*
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Was the Reno comment just for me?? (I'm going to believe it was, even if it wasn't) *squeals* IT'S PERFECT!!! Twinkyguylinerband!Dean and Sam all hot for him, and stealing the picture.
THANK YOU!!!!!!
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