Okay. The hell is that crap?
He turns the crinkled, ugly paper in his hand looking for any hints what douchey bastard could possibly have written such shit, why and what the hell it means.
And how it happened to cut surface with the inside of his trousers pocket.
„Samantha, you've been tryin' to be new Byron,“ he shouts over his shoulder towards kitchen. He hears a clong from there, telling him that it was the right direction his voice was aiming at.
Bobby's gone probably buying more booze or flying to Disney World, crap like that- he forgot. Thing is, Sammy and he are both alone in old man's house and even if they weren't- Sam's too much girl to not have written this.
„What do you mean?“ He could hear the innocence practically dripping from his brother's voice.
Fishy.
He crams the old paper in his fist, because he likes it pretty with some more wrinkles. With
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He probably wants to add some fancy-ass tea to the poem-writing. For good measure.
Dean snorts at this thought.
„I mean this.“
He hands him the Da Vinci Code, getting a confused look in return. Okay. Still wearing innocence, then. He could work with that.
With the concentration of a true Stanford-dropout Sam regards the cryptic text.
„Who is Agneta,“ he asks with a glance to Dean, who's already made himself comfortable on the not so comfortable chair at the table.
„Dunno. What kind of name is that anyway?“
He just gets a glare from Sam.
„Maybe you should tell me,“ Dean continues. „Since you've written it, you girl. You crushin' on her?“ A second later he adds, „On him?“ Just to annoy his baby brother.
Sam answers with a lift of his eyebrows and a Wikipedia entry, „blablablaabla, Dean.“ He ends with a particulary reproachful stress on his name. Like it was some kind of disease.
Screw you, too.
„And Dean,“ Sam gave him the poem back, „Just for your information: I didn't write this.“
„Bitch.“
“His eyes re-focused on the page. He discovered that while he sat helplessly musing he had also been writing, as though by automatic action. And it was no longer the same cramped, awkward handwriting as before. His pen had slid voluptuously over the smooth paper, printing in large neat capitals
I get his name is Willie and I guess mine is Hunter but nothing else registers!” exclaims Hunter
He realizes after a while that he needs to start by telling Dean that he loves him. This time he’d be sure to say it so that Dean believed it, so he would know it without wondering if there could be a double meaning to it like there had been last time. No, this time he’d say it and he’d look him in the eyes while doing so.
“You and me both sweetheart.” Something or someone across the hallway caught her eye and she lifted her hand in a dainty wave. “See you at dinner okay chou-chou? I have to show Deanna the new additions to the gardens.”
“Umm ok,” she says with a confused face. My hands are shaking and sweet is slowly dripping down my head. I have never felt so awkward in my life. We walk through town just talking about school and other boring topics until I decide to cut the small talk and stop about 50 metres away from Jack Loniel’s house.
Dean looked back at Sam, seeing a little smirk as he made a whipping motion with his hand, the distinct. “wa-psh” Sounding through the echo-y space of the bunker. Dean scowled at his younger brother.
Greg walked over, collected them all and went back to his bunk. He skimmed each paper until he came to a folded piece of paper that he quickly read. Once he finished, he ripped it up and flushed it down the toilet.
There was a bite to his words, and Dean suddenly felt like Cas was accusing him of something he didn’t know he’d done. He rolled his eyes and nudged a shoulder against the door, pushing it open and stepping inside as he said “Listen, if we know what’s wrong Sam and I can try to find something to help you out, so just tell me—what’s—uh…”
"I... I guess you're right. Here. This is all I've got." Silver reached behind one of the ripped up and dusty couches and pulled out a small sack of caps. It seemed to be enough, but Sam could hardly tell, considering she didn't even know what caps were. "Thanks for getting him off my ass, but now get the hell--" she stopped when the door to her house opened again, and the two of them turned their
Dean's lips turned into a frown when he heard Castiel's words. " I can take care of you and we can live together. I don't have a grand mansion but I definitely have enough room for the both of us. I'll even pay Michael a certain amount each month so that I can have you. " his voice started out strong although it ended in a whisper. " It's too late for me since I am already attached to you. I never ask for anybody else here or anywhere at all. I've tried getting over it, getting over how fantastic I feel when I'm with you." Dean leaned in so he could whisper in Castiel's ear. " I want you to be my mate. I'll even ask Michael for permission if I have to. I want you, Castiel for more than just sex. Just give me one chance and I'll prove to you
“ Wha-what issss in it for meh-me,” Sam replies trying out some new words in the process. He had been going to speech for the past 3 months and still hesitant to speak around people. I smiled as spoke. His voice was adorable. I then realized that one day it will be deep and full of sarcasm and angst.
“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” stammers Nicolo. “I’ll give you a hint as to what’s in this stupid, little paper. It’s got the key to all the gold your heart desires, a long life, and power,” Nicolo smiles. “Oh, and apparently a connection with God.”
The ancient book had faint wrinkles in the right corner. Edith vigilantly untied the scarlet ribbon across the leathery cover. She seized her indigo lead pencil, and began to scribble on the unmarked page. Every excessive thought,
Dean nodded his head in understanding, seeing how Castiel was upset by his word choice and actions. It took him a moment to rethink his words, even looking around and nibbling on his lower lip until he thought he found the right words. " I completely understand and I respect that you want to make a life for yourself. I just want to be there for you, no matter if it's financially, mentally or physically. I'm aware that you are an independent omega and that's one of the things that I like about you. I know that you can take care of yourself and I'm aware that you can completely live without me. I like that you don't have to depend on me for anything. You're strong, Castiel and that definitely makes me crazy about you. I remember the first time
Warmth stirred his heart. A wistful smile sprouted across his face from her due consideration.