Holy crap, this is hilarious! Best sock war ever! And of course Dean keeps taking things too far again and again and again (and then one more time). The boy wrestling at the end was perfect.
Awesome!
Favorite lines:
From the door of the bathroom the thrown handful of socks flies true, lands in Dean’s open bag of candied popcorn. Dean glances up, glances down. Picks the socks out of the bag, dumps them on the floor. Shoves another handful of popcorn in his mouth and cranks the volume up on Grey’s Anatomy.
ROTFLOL at the sock in the popcorn and Dean eating the popcorn anyway, and I love that Dean watches GA.
Sam's experimental re-location of them to a number of places - the glove compartment, Dean's porn stash, on Dean's face while he's sleeping - come up with nothing.
On Dean’s face? Eew! (Although of course Dean wins at grossness, as we see later.)
Sam doesn't delude himself; one skirmish does not a war win. He's not even sure that Dean knows he's in a war just yet, and in Sam's book, that means Sam's already on the road to winning.
Sam’s such a sneaky one. *g*
The next morning Sam's not entirely surprised to find one of Dean's socks draped over Sam's toothbrush
Oh, that’s just disgusting. Dean’s such a naughty boy.
He gets the positioning right then holds his breath, watches Dean's face carefully for signs of wakefulness as he wiggles the sock down.
ROTFLOL! Wish I could’ve seen Dean’s face when he woke up.
"Wow," Sam says. "That was just so imaginative, it took you what - a whole fifteen minutes to think of? That must be a record for you. Way to go, Dean. Way to go."
*snickers* Sam’s so amusing when he’s pissy.
"You didn't. You did not just come in my sock!"
Dean is such an evil genius so disgusting. *snickers*
Ugh. He can't even think about it without wanting to throw up in his mouth a little. It's between his toes.
Poor Sam. He really does put up with a lot. The burden of being a little brother.
Sam can feel the coffee soak through his shirt as Dean gets a grip on Sam's face, pries his jaw open and without much more preamble, spits into his mouth.
Oh, Dean, have you no compassion? No mercy?
"Want me to piggy back you to the car?"
Sam doesn't lift his arm, feels his mouth pull into a pout. He nods wordlessly.
"Okay." Dean gives Sam one last pat, and then the bed rocks a little as he stands up. "Brat," he says, not without affection.
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Awesome!
Favorite lines:
From the door of the bathroom the thrown handful of socks flies true, lands in Dean’s open bag of candied popcorn. Dean glances up, glances down. Picks the socks out of the bag, dumps them on the floor. Shoves another handful of popcorn in his mouth and cranks the volume up on Grey’s Anatomy.
ROTFLOL at the sock in the popcorn and Dean eating the popcorn anyway, and I love that Dean watches GA.
Sam's experimental re-location of them to a number of places - the glove compartment, Dean's porn stash, on Dean's face while he's sleeping - come up with nothing.
On Dean’s face? Eew! (Although of course Dean wins at grossness, as we see later.)
Sam doesn't delude himself; one skirmish does not a war win. He's not even sure that Dean knows he's in a war just yet, and in Sam's book, that means Sam's already on the road to winning.
Sam’s such a sneaky one. *g*
The next morning Sam's not entirely surprised to find one of Dean's socks draped over Sam's toothbrush
Oh, that’s just disgusting. Dean’s such a naughty boy.
He gets the positioning right then holds his breath, watches Dean's face carefully for signs of wakefulness as he wiggles the sock down.
ROTFLOL! Wish I could’ve seen Dean’s face when he woke up.
"Wow," Sam says. "That was just so imaginative, it took you what - a whole fifteen minutes to think of? That must be a record for you. Way to go, Dean. Way to go."
*snickers* Sam’s so amusing when he’s pissy.
"You didn't. You did not just come in my sock!"
Dean is
such an evil geniusso disgusting. *snickers*Ugh. He can't even think about it without wanting to throw up in his mouth a little. It's between his toes.
Poor Sam. He really does put up with a lot. The burden of being a little brother.
Sam can feel the coffee soak through his shirt as Dean gets a grip on Sam's face, pries his jaw open and without much more preamble, spits into his mouth.
Oh, Dean, have you no compassion? No mercy?
"Want me to piggy back you to the car?"
Sam doesn't lift his arm, feels his mouth pull into a pout. He nods wordlessly.
"Okay." Dean gives Sam one last pat, and then the bed rocks a little as he stands up. "Brat," he says, not without affection.
Aww. Cute ending.
Thanks for a very fun read!