The tableau was disconcertingly familiar: One Winchester brother keeping watch over the other.
Sam sat hunched by the side of the bed, head bowed, one hand clasped loosely around his brother's wrist as if keeping track of a throbbing pulse.
Dean. Dean. Dean.
From here, the still figure on the bed could be asleep. It was almost possible to imagine the
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But its ok because then you fixed me!
sorry I'm not very coherent.
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Remember how I stood outside your window, pelting it with tiny rocks on which I'd hand-engraved our initials and "Best Friends 4EVA!"? Remember?
Remember how I wrote those damn drabbles with you and you went and posted them on the intra-nets?
Remember how I said I was going to get on LJ just to TORMENT YOU?
Well, I do. And here I am, sucker!
One tease and torment, at your service...mwuhahahaha!
Okay, I've never actually used my LJ "account" for anything, but this was an amusing reason enough, my dearling.
Ha! AHAHAHAHAHA!
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You know, I still hve those heart-shaped rocks that you hand-engraved with our initials. I had my half of the "Best Friends" necklace surgically embedded so I would never lose it. I still wear the "Tis But a Scratch!" t-shirt, and I am ALL ABOUT your great mix-tapes from the 80s.
Now I have an actual name to go with my beta-thanks...bless you, bless you my evile childe!
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