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5. It's the Winchester way to repress one's emotions and never talk about one's feelings. This explains why, after the sudden and violent death of Momma Winchester, Papa pretended nothing was wrong, and they lived in picket-fence suburbia in a void of overt aggression until 20 years later when Sam went to off to college without saying a word and John didn't so much as raise his voice in protest. It's not like Dean ever told Sam his feelings on the topic, anyway, so no biggie.
4. Sam's pouring over a book in the library when suddenly his interest is peaked.
3. Sam always picks at a salad while Dean devours a giant bleeding hamburger (while simultaneously devouring the white-trash short-skirted hair-flipping waitress with his eyes) at The Diner Where The Truckers Look At Them Disapprovingly (Unless One Of The Winchesters Happens To Be A Girl, In Which Case The Kind Of Look Is a Little Different And The Remaining Male Winchester Must Punch Someone Right Now). This, of course, is all in character with the fact that when they go back to the hotel room Sam likes to be held down (and "oh! what a pleasant surprise this is!" thought Dean) while Dean fucks him.
2. "Dont call me Sammy its Sam" the younger man shouted at his brothers back, his hazel eyes crying for revenge.
1. Dean sensed movement in the hotel room and was awake instantly, his fingers tightening around the knife/gun/stake/whip under his pillow, keeping his eyes closed. The mattress dipped behind him, and then Sam was climbing into his bed, pressing his body up close behind Dean and sliding an arm around Dean's waist. It's okay, Dean finally relaxed. This is a gen fic.
4. Sam's pouring over a book in the library when suddenly his interest is peaked.
3. Sam always picks at a salad while Dean devours a giant bleeding hamburger (while simultaneously devouring the white-trash short-skirted hair-flipping waitress with his eyes) at The Diner Where The Truckers Look At Them Disapprovingly (Unless One Of The Winchesters Happens To Be A Girl, In Which Case The Kind Of Look Is a Little Different And The Remaining Male Winchester Must Punch Someone Right Now). This, of course, is all in character with the fact that when they go back to the hotel room Sam likes to be held down (and "oh! what a pleasant surprise this is!" thought Dean) while Dean fucks him.
2. "Dont call me Sammy its Sam" the younger man shouted at his brothers back, his hazel eyes crying for revenge.
1. Dean sensed movement in the hotel room and was awake instantly, his fingers tightening around the knife/gun/stake/whip under his pillow, keeping his eyes closed. The mattress dipped behind him, and then Sam was climbing into his bed, pressing his body up close behind Dean and sliding an arm around Dean's waist. It's okay, Dean finally relaxed. This is a gen fic.
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er, hi.
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speaking of disturbing parallels, did you see this?
*STICKS A FINGER UP UR NOSE*
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Stupid hormones making stupid boys doing boy things endearing.