The first thing Sam does after saving the world is sleep.
The second thing he does is wake up, what feels like a couple days later, to the sound of unmistakeable laughter. Sam keeps his eyes closed, feeling heavy and warm and a little bit sore, just listening.
“And then,” Dean’s saying, “and then, ah man, ahah, you shoulda seen the look on Alistair’s face. Fuckin’ hilarious.” He dissolves into giggles. There’s a long, leisurely inhale, then, “You’re the best, man.”
“No, Dean,” says an equally familiar, angelic voice. “You are the best.” And then Castiel starts giggling too. Sam cracks an eye open.
“Guys,” he says. “You’re seriously celebrating Lucifer’s demise with pot?”
“Sammy, my man,” Dean says, beaming wide as he drags his chair even closer to the bed. “Sammy, Sammy. Sam-may.Hell yes we are celebrating with pot. And there was pie, too, but that was yesterday
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Based on a true story of about 30 seconds ago D:
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Jensen cracked an eye open from where he was sprawled out on the couch, pizza-box still balancing precariously on his chest. "That was hot," he said.
"I feel violated," said Jared.
Jensen closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
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"You have to wear the hat, Dean. How can you be my assistant if you don't wear the hat?"
"It's got sequins on it."
"I'll let you pet Fluffy if you wear the hat."
"... Deal."
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The first thing Sam does after saving the world is sleep.
The second thing he does is wake up, what feels like a couple days later, to the sound of unmistakeable laughter. Sam keeps his eyes closed, feeling heavy and warm and a little bit sore, just listening.
“And then,” Dean’s saying, “and then, ah man, ahah, you shoulda seen the look on Alistair’s face. Fuckin’ hilarious.” He dissolves into giggles. There’s a long, leisurely inhale, then, “You’re the best, man.”
“No, Dean,” says an equally familiar, angelic voice. “You are the best.” And then Castiel starts giggling too. Sam cracks an eye open.
“Guys,” he says. “You’re seriously celebrating Lucifer’s demise with pot?”
“Sammy, my man,” Dean says, beaming wide as he drags his chair even closer to the bed. “Sammy, Sammy. Sam-may.Hell yes we are celebrating with pot. And there was pie, too, but that was yesterday ( ... )
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It has a rubber duck in the pocket.
Dean finds out.
aaaaand - go!
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