How many times did Dean have to lose at rock, paper, scissors before he learned?
Sam had to be cheating. Somehow.
"Awww," Sam crooned with entirely too much mock sympathy, "I'll bring you back pie. The Greatest Pie In the Upper Great Plains." Dean could hear the capital letters.
"I hate you so much right now."
"Dude, you were the one who wanted him to learn pop culture references."
"But not fucking Harry Potter," Dean hissed, glancing over his shoulder where inside the motel room, Cas was rooting through a pile of bags.
"Should I suggest a light sabre and a Padawan braid?"
"Shut. Up."
Sam twirled his motel key and trotted away. "Have fun!"
Dean looked up at the sky and prayed his most fervent prayer. "God, if you want show your appreciation at all, bring Gabriel back to torture my brother. Amen."
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Date: 2011-08-01 12:13 am (UTC)How many times did Dean have to lose at rock, paper, scissors before he learned?
Sam had to be cheating. Somehow.
"Awww," Sam crooned with entirely too much mock sympathy, "I'll bring you back pie. The Greatest Pie In the Upper Great Plains." Dean could hear the capital letters.
"I hate you so much right now."
"Dude, you were the one who wanted him to learn pop culture references."
"But not fucking Harry Potter," Dean hissed, glancing over his shoulder where inside the motel room, Cas was rooting through a pile of bags.
"Should I suggest a light sabre and a Padawan braid?"
"Shut. Up."
Sam twirled his motel key and trotted away. "Have fun!"
Dean looked up at the sky and prayed his most fervent prayer. "God, if you want show your appreciation at all, bring Gabriel back to torture my brother. Amen."