Post by Sparkly on Oct 31, 2017 15:16:34 GMT -5
"Seriously, Dean!?"
Sam honestly couldn't believe his eyes. Standing in front of him was his own brother, dressed up in a tacky Dracula shop-bought costume. He was seriously considering checking to see if Dean was possessed by a demon or something.
"C'mon, Sammy! We can't just never celebrate anything! Live a little!" Dean replied, grinning wildly. Sam sighed, picking up his coat.
"It's just Sam, and I guess that the case can wait. Come on, let's go eat pie and jumpscare people like deranged teenagers." He mumbled reluctantly. Dean whooped happily, cheering as he ran from the motel room, calling back to his brother.
"You won't regret this!" Dean grinned, jumping straight into the Impala. Sam sighed, following his older brother. Sometimes, he wondered if Dean even had a sense of maturity. He sighed, climbing into the passenger side. The pair pulled away from the motel, both with a slight sense of acknowledgement that tonight, anybody who saw that particular '67 Chevy Impala would have a 99% chance of being scared out of their wits. Sam briefly wondered if he should get Dean to turn back. Well, what could go wrong? He thought to himself, started to stare out of the window. Everything would be okay, right?
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Six or seven hours later...
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Turns out, when you're dealing with Sam and Dean Winchester, a lot could go wrong.
Sam honestly couldn't believe his eyes. Standing in front of him was his own brother, dressed up in a tacky Dracula shop-bought costume. He was seriously considering checking to see if Dean was possessed by a demon or something.
"C'mon, Sammy! We can't just never celebrate anything! Live a little!" Dean replied, grinning wildly. Sam sighed, picking up his coat.
"It's just Sam, and I guess that the case can wait. Come on, let's go eat pie and jumpscare people like deranged teenagers." He mumbled reluctantly. Dean whooped happily, cheering as he ran from the motel room, calling back to his brother.
"You won't regret this!" Dean grinned, jumping straight into the Impala. Sam sighed, following his older brother. Sometimes, he wondered if Dean even had a sense of maturity. He sighed, climbing into the passenger side. The pair pulled away from the motel, both with a slight sense of acknowledgement that tonight, anybody who saw that particular '67 Chevy Impala would have a 99% chance of being scared out of their wits. Sam briefly wondered if he should get Dean to turn back. Well, what could go wrong? He thought to himself, started to stare out of the window. Everything would be okay, right?
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Six or seven hours later...
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Turns out, when you're dealing with Sam and Dean Winchester, a lot could go wrong.
