6 - Cause high boys are fun? second_son83August 22 2011, 22:04:27 UTC
[Sam wads up the napkin the brownie was on. The brownie tasted a little weird to Sam but... Eh. Oh well. He was seriously hungry and that's all Dean said there was. He huffed a little and settled back into his chair.] Dude... I'm still kinda hungry.
[He shrugged, his lips pursing together.] Yeah I guess... But... I don't know... [He shifted a little in his seat, running a hand over his face and through his hair.] We... we should go get something... like... like Cheetos. Yeah. I haven't had those in a while... [He snaps his fingers and points at Dean.] Or Pringles... Those are good too.
[Whoa. That doesn't sound like the Sam he knows. Where's the demand for healthy food and nutritional values? Dean squints at him. Wait, where the hell did those brownies come from, again?] You want Cheetos? You?
[Damned if he couldn't go for some Pringles, though...]
[He nodded and rubbed at his eyes.] Yeah. Cheetos, dude. Don't they sound good? They sound good to me. [He frowns and half bitch-faces at Dean, thinking. Yeah... something was wrong with him.] Dean... where did'chyou get the brownies?
Cheetos sound awesome. [What? They did. He thinks a moment, then shrugs, grinning a little sheepishly.] I got the brownies from those goofy dudes we rescued from that angry spirit the last town over. The frat guys.
[Oops.]
Okay, Shaggy. Let's go get you some Cheetos. You can pig out until you pass out and sleep this off.
[His brain was working slow and well... it took him a little longer than usual to put two and two together and not come up with five] Wait... wait... Hold on... Wait... Wait... The stoner dudes? [And he sighs, his body language looking rather pathetic.] You gave me pot brownies... [He groans a little.]
Aw, c'mon, Sammy. Not on purpose! I just didn't think about it. Besides, I was planning to eat them myself. [Mmmm... brownies. Why the hell was he getting second-hand cravings off of pot brownies, for christsake?]
[Dean sits down beside him and pats his shoulder encouragingly.] Hey, it could be worse. You could be high without an awesome older brother around who's willing to buy you Pringles.
Yeah but... I... [He grumbles a little and frowns at Dean.] I don't do that kinda thing... The whole... druggie pot thing... Why didn't you eat them? Cause... cause... cause that would have been funny. [He starts to crack up, giggling in his seat.]
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[Dean does the fish out of water thing for a minute, completely baffled by his giggling brother. Then he starts grinning. That, right there? That's funny as hell.] Next time, dude. Promise.
[He thumps Sam on the shoulder and shakes his head.] Still want those munchies? We can walk over to the quick-e-mart.
LOL Right? second_son83August 22 2011, 23:36:25 UTC
[Sam watches his brother grin and starts laughing even more. What the hell was so funny? Dean was just smiling. But he couldn't stop laughing. As Dean thumped him on the shoulder he tried not to laugh and then he stopped suddenly. Thinking.] Yeah yeah yeah. Like chips or something... Or like...........
[He zoned off for about 10 seconds, staring at the really bad looking drapes.] Those are really ugly... Like like.... like... Fugly ugly.
[The act of trying not to laugh is going to kill Dean. He is going to burst a blood vessel or something. And Sam? Sam is gone.] Okay, Cheech. Let's go get those munchies. No way in hell I'm leaving you here alone.
[Dean hauls Sam to his feet and eyes him, wondering if his little brother's going to make it across the parking lot and back.] You good, dude?
[He stands and wobbles a little on his feet, one hand on Dean's shoulder.] Yeah I'm good... I'm so good. But but Dean wait... [both hands grip Dean's upper arms.] Dean... Dean... What if they know... What if they know that I'm high...
[Dean glances at his brother's hands clinging to him. Man, he hopes Sam doesn't freak out on his trip. Stoned Sam is funny until he's stoned and scared or violent.] I won't tell. I promise. And you just let me do all the talking, okay?
[He pats Sam's elbow reassuringly, gently tugs Sam's hands off his arms, and guides him to the hotel room door.] And when we get back, you should definitely call Bobby. Just to say 'hi'.
[The younger Winchester nods slowly, big puppy eyes looking down to his big brother, trusting him completely. He lets Dean take him to the door and Sam steps outside. He takes a deep breath and fiddles with his hands in his pockets, pulling out little pieces of lint.] I will totally call Bobby. We haven't talked to him in a long long time. I... He probably misses us. We we should go see him!
[Awww. Those eyes still work, too, damn him. Dean can't be too mean to his doped up little brother. He might actually cry or something and then Dean would feel bad.] You can tell him you miss him and we'll drop by and see him soon. Especially if this trip doesn't wear off soon.
[He guides Sam by the arm across the parking lot and into the little fill-up station that's seen better days.] Cheetos and Pringles, right? Hey, you want a Yoohoo? [He grins. Little Sammy used to like them. Maybe stoner Sammy would, too.]
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[Damned if he couldn't go for some Pringles, though...]
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[Oops.]
Okay, Shaggy. Let's go get you some Cheetos. You can pig out until you pass out and sleep this off.
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[Dean sits down beside him and pats his shoulder encouragingly.] Hey, it could be worse. You could be high without an awesome older brother around who's willing to buy you Pringles.
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[He thumps Sam on the shoulder and shakes his head.] Still want those munchies? We can walk over to the quick-e-mart.
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[He zoned off for about 10 seconds, staring at the really bad looking drapes.] Those are really ugly... Like like.... like... Fugly ugly.
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[Dean hauls Sam to his feet and eyes him, wondering if his little brother's going to make it across the parking lot and back.] You good, dude?
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[He pats Sam's elbow reassuringly, gently tugs Sam's hands off his arms, and guides him to the hotel room door.] And when we get back, you should definitely call Bobby. Just to say 'hi'.
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[He guides Sam by the arm across the parking lot and into the little fill-up station that's seen better days.] Cheetos and Pringles, right? Hey, you want a Yoohoo? [He grins. Little Sammy used to like them. Maybe stoner Sammy would, too.]
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