Summary: One thing that was NOT on Dean's list-of-things-to-do-before-I-die... and Sam finds it hilarious! One-shot, hurt!Dean, uncontrollable laughter!Sam set some time in season 3
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... if I did *giggles* well, we won't get into that...
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Sam walked back to the motel room. Dean had taken off with a girl from the bar earlier, as per usual, and headed back to her place. Sam had decided to stay at the bar for a bit before taking a leisurely stroll back to their room – seeing as his caring and oh-so-thoughtful big brother had deserted him and took the car. Sam understood it was his last mwaka and he wanted to do everything he could before he died – that 'list' which clearly included make out with as many bila mpangilio chicks as possible – but still. Seriously.
Sam turned the corner into the parking lot of the motel and stopped in his tracks. Sitting in front of room 5 was the Impala.
You've gotta be kidding me. Sam thought. Had Dean and his tarehe decided to take their evening events back to THEIR motel room? Sam was going to kill him. He couldn't believe it. Was Dean that inconsiderate that he expected Sam to go elsewhere while he got his jollies? Sam walked slowly to the room and something seemed off. He didn't get the feeling that there were two people in the room. He raised his hand and knocked, just to be sure.
His knock was followed kwa a groan. Not one of pleasure though – Sam knew that was the sound of his brother in great pain. Sam's stomach turned. Was Dean in trouble?
Sam didn't even bother to get his key out, he simply kicked the door open.
"Dean?" Sam saw his older brother sitting on the kitanda with an ice-pack to his face. "Dean? Are wewe ok?" he rushed to his brother's side. "What happened? I thought wewe were with Tanya."
"Anya." Dean corrected, his voice muffled kwa the ice-pack.
"Whatever, what happened?"
"Well," Dean began. "We went back to her place and things started getting a little bit, wewe know, heated. And…"
"And?" Sam waited to find out what had happened. Had Anya been a demon and attacked him?
Dean pulled the ice-pack away from his face and Sam couldn't hold back a loud and obvious laugh.
"I chipped a freakin' tooth!"
Sure enough, one of Dean's front teeth had a relatively large chunk missing from it.
"Dude! wewe chipped… a tooth…" Sam could barely get his words out due to his uncontrollable laughter.
"Sam, it's not funny." Dean looked like he was about to shoot his brother.
"Uh, like hell it's not!" Sam had to sit on the kitanda to prevent himself from falling over.
"Sam…" Dean was really starting to get even zaidi pissed now. "I mean it, dude, if wewe don't stop laughing now, I'm gonna start throwing punches."
Sam managed to take a deep breath and get himself to calm down. He knew what Dean was like when he was pissed – not pretty.
"Sorry man."
Sam's half-hearted apology was met with a exasperated sigh from Dean who had now flopped back onto the bed.
"Uh, Dean?"
"Mmph?"
"At least wewe can check that off your list."
Unfortunately, Sam wasn't quick enough to bata from the ice-pack which was flying at his head.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... if I did *giggles* well, we won't get into that...
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Sam walked back to the motel room. Dean had taken off with a girl from the bar earlier, as per usual, and headed back to her place. Sam had decided to stay at the bar for a bit before taking a leisurely stroll back to their room – seeing as his caring and oh-so-thoughtful big brother had deserted him and took the car. Sam understood it was his last mwaka and he wanted to do everything he could before he died – that 'list' which clearly included make out with as many bila mpangilio chicks as possible – but still. Seriously.
Sam turned the corner into the parking lot of the motel and stopped in his tracks. Sitting in front of room 5 was the Impala.
You've gotta be kidding me. Sam thought. Had Dean and his tarehe decided to take their evening events back to THEIR motel room? Sam was going to kill him. He couldn't believe it. Was Dean that inconsiderate that he expected Sam to go elsewhere while he got his jollies? Sam walked slowly to the room and something seemed off. He didn't get the feeling that there were two people in the room. He raised his hand and knocked, just to be sure.
His knock was followed kwa a groan. Not one of pleasure though – Sam knew that was the sound of his brother in great pain. Sam's stomach turned. Was Dean in trouble?
Sam didn't even bother to get his key out, he simply kicked the door open.
"Dean?" Sam saw his older brother sitting on the kitanda with an ice-pack to his face. "Dean? Are wewe ok?" he rushed to his brother's side. "What happened? I thought wewe were with Tanya."
"Anya." Dean corrected, his voice muffled kwa the ice-pack.
"Whatever, what happened?"
"Well," Dean began. "We went back to her place and things started getting a little bit, wewe know, heated. And…"
"And?" Sam waited to find out what had happened. Had Anya been a demon and attacked him?
Dean pulled the ice-pack away from his face and Sam couldn't hold back a loud and obvious laugh.
"I chipped a freakin' tooth!"
Sure enough, one of Dean's front teeth had a relatively large chunk missing from it.
"Dude! wewe chipped… a tooth…" Sam could barely get his words out due to his uncontrollable laughter.
"Sam, it's not funny." Dean looked like he was about to shoot his brother.
"Uh, like hell it's not!" Sam had to sit on the kitanda to prevent himself from falling over.
"Sam…" Dean was really starting to get even zaidi pissed now. "I mean it, dude, if wewe don't stop laughing now, I'm gonna start throwing punches."
Sam managed to take a deep breath and get himself to calm down. He knew what Dean was like when he was pissed – not pretty.
"Sorry man."
Sam's half-hearted apology was met with a exasperated sigh from Dean who had now flopped back onto the bed.
"Uh, Dean?"
"Mmph?"
"At least wewe can check that off your list."
Unfortunately, Sam wasn't quick enough to bata from the ice-pack which was flying at his head.
