LMFAO!!!!! AWESOME! The imagery is just greta. You can totally picture it. And frankly, it's such a normal "boys growing up with just daddy to take care of" situation! Just...perfect!
Some favourites:
- John suddenly has an image of stirring the bathtub with a huge wooden spoon, like a boy-and-filth-and-teeshirt stew.
- Sam looks down at the murky-depthed, wheel-churned lake that the parking lot between the car and their room has become, and back up at John. "Ewww," he says.
John blinks. "You're kidding me, right?"
- Sam's expression turns from one of self-satisfied delight into something with a whole lot more lip-trembling, and John realises at that moment that Sammy - or, more likely, Dean - has used the nameless brown goop to style Sammy's hair much like that of an Oompa-Loompa's. The result is an alarmingly effective yank on John's heartstrings, so when Sammy hunkers his head down and holds his arms out, John leans over with barely even a pause.
- Arms outstretched, he begins to stagger toward the room. He feels like Godzilla, like Kong, slushy puddles like ankle-deep oceans, grappling hooks pulling on his shoulders and neck. He exaggerates his stride, lumbers with more sway and lets out a low moan that ends in a grumble. Then winces as Sammy shrieks, ridiculously pitched, directly into John's ear.
Just as long as Sammy doesn't start kicking, they'll probably make it to the bathtub without further fouling.
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AWESOME! The imagery is just greta. You can totally picture it.
And frankly, it's such a normal "boys growing up with just daddy to take care of" situation!
Just...perfect!
Some favourites:
- John suddenly has an image of stirring the bathtub with a huge wooden spoon, like a boy-and-filth-and-teeshirt stew.
- Sam looks down at the murky-depthed, wheel-churned lake that the parking lot between the car and their room has become, and back up at John. "Ewww," he says.
John blinks. "You're kidding me, right?"
- Sam's expression turns from one of self-satisfied delight into something with a whole lot more lip-trembling, and John realises at that moment that Sammy - or, more likely, Dean - has used the nameless brown goop to style Sammy's hair much like that of an Oompa-Loompa's. The result is an alarmingly effective yank on John's heartstrings, so when Sammy hunkers his head down and holds his arms out, John leans over with barely even a pause.
- Arms outstretched, he begins to stagger toward the room. He feels like Godzilla, like Kong, slushy puddles like ankle-deep oceans, grappling hooks pulling on his shoulders and neck. He exaggerates his stride, lumbers with more sway and lets out a low moan that ends in a grumble. Then winces as Sammy shrieks, ridiculously pitched, directly into John's ear.
Just as long as Sammy doesn't start kicking, they'll probably make it to the bathtub without further fouling.
Well I left some stuff out :D