Alec lay sprawled across the sofa in the living room. Amazingly he hadn't completely ruined it. It totally sagged at on end and there were small holes and tears from his cramping, clawing fingers, but it was still sit-able. Still comfortable
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He slid down the wall about two feet, stripped his shirt off and huzzed it back into the room. Which got a spatter of blue paint spray in return along with more laughter. Next thing that came off was the paint covered pants and Dean threw those back too. To which he got a whoop of satisfaction and victory. He glared at his assaliant (Ally of course, who else would beat him with paint?) and stalked into the living room and sat next to Alec like he wasn't covered in paint and wearing nothing but boxers.
Wasn't his life grand? "Better than Bob's Beer Bed. No 'and'."
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But no, lucky Dean was stuck in a house with his brother, his ... Ally and his twin. Go figure, right? He shrugged in Alec's general direction, he didn't mind being nearly naked. If he had his way, and it was populated by hot females, he would join a nudest colony.
... Now that was a thought process he could latch on to ...
"Uh, what? Joshua, sure, have fun with that." Distracted? No, whatever gave you that idea? He shook his head and yawned, stretching the kinks out of his back and shoulders. Leaning over, he tapped a place on the map. It was Reno. "Shot a man there. There's a nice motel... Jimmy's? Johnny's...?" He was thinking of a Denny's.
"Oh yeah. It was a Marriot."
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He crams the rest of the hotdog into his mouth. He can learn from example. Chew. Swallow. "Marriot. Sweet. They have nice showers. And pay movie chanels." He takes a moment to plan out where they needed to stop time wise on either side. He has all the times and rest area in his head. "You didn't end this dude at the
Marriot did you? That might be awkward."
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He didn't bother mentioning that the chicks were the ones dying in Sam's slim experience. Sam and Dean's experiences were... different.
Sam had three. Shelly Vanderclute in tenth grade, Jess, and Madison. Dean on the other hand, he actually lost count. You would to.
But he wore a condom every single goddamn time, that much he knows for sure. And gave Sammy a box of them on his fourteenth birthday, wrapped in pretty pink tissue paper. Just in case he needed them.
Sam never makes out with anyone he doesn't intend to fuck.
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"She's okay," Sam said, sitting on the floor next to Ally.
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Sam laughed a little. "She's kind of nuts about it. And fries. She called them deep fried crack." He would admit freely that Ruby wasn't that bad. Sure he didn't like being played and she could be a totally bitch to him, a lot, but she wasn't all bad.
Though... he said that about Meg too.
Ally'd started giggling again and flopped her head on Sam's knee. "Alec you're totally crushin' on her."
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Dean'd figured out where Sam was going and continued when Sam stopped. "Gordon, he found them and started killing them. Just for what they were." He looked over at Sam and shook his head. "You're good, Sammy, you're real good. It's all that grey area." He didn't know how many times he'd told Sam (and Jo and other various people that they'd run into) that it wasn't what you were that made you good or evil, but what you did. You wait, and you watch. If it tries to eat your face, my money's on it being a scumsucking SOB that's better off salted and burned. But not all supernatural nasties are evil, that's why it's a job, not a friggin' hobby. World's a greyscale, babe. He hoped to holy hell Jo remembered that talk.
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Ally put her hand across the back of Alec's neck while the two Winchesters had a glare off. Dean won.
"Okay, I can dig all that. But I'm telling you straight up, if she's fucking around with Sammy, and not in the nice acrobatic way, I'm sending her ass straight back to hell. No one fucks with my brother, not even your... whatever, Ruby." It wasn't a threat, just a statement of fact. No one messed with his brother, period. And he did get that humans, mortals whatever the fuck you wanted to call them, were evil. He saw that every single day, from small evils- a brokenhearted woman who decided all cheating men should die, to the big guns, like serial killers that had a penchant for blondes and liked to feel them up before getting their black ectoplasm asses cemented in a sewer. Granted he was seeing evil from the afterlife, but those ghosts and spirits and demons had been human once and that's when they pulled all the bad shit ( ... )
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