onlytobenormal | Sam can't hold his liquor (for whatheneeds)

Well they're whenever you want, you'll have chicks all over you. You're like a giant puppy! [he went to ruffle Sam's hair and ended up falling on his ass on the concrete, exploding wih laughter]

Dude! Puppies don't-- _{[Get laid, but oh whatever. Dean was on his ass on the ground and Sam was outright laughing again right along with him. He went to lean against the wall of some building, sliding down because yeah, his legs were giving out.]} God, you're drunk. Wish I had a camera, man.

Right, and youre the picture of sobriety [he grinned, half crawling over to sam]

Yeah, but I don't act like I got the tolerance of a- a- _{[He made a gesture. Okay, words were kind of failing him now.]} God or something.

I do! Just....that was a lot of alcohol [he fell on Sam a little, leaning against him]

It was... man, it was a lot of alcohol. _{[He tossed an arm around Dean when he leaned against him, tipping his head back.]} But tonight- tonight was fun, man. Feels like it's been ages since we hung out.

[he rose to a sitting position and leaned against Sam]. It was nine kinds of fun man. We should do it again....we should do it every night?

Every night? What about school, dude? Kinda don't want to flunk out because I go out drinking every night with my big bro. Besides, that'll cut into your time looking for chicks.

Nah chicks'll be around. I miss my baby bro. And who needs school? You're too good for school, you're like the smartest person I've ever met.

_{[He laughed again, turning his head to look at Dean.]} Seriously? Never thought you'd pass up girls to hang with me, man. _{[Kind of liked that he would. He tipped his head in against Dean when he went on, giving his shoulders a light squeeze.]} Dude, stop flattering me... besides, I quit school and what would I do?

I'm not flattering you, it's true. Don't know how you came out so smart but that's just how it is. And you can come hunt with me! Not all the time, cause you hate it I guess. But you can do other stuff too! You always liked English class, you could be a writer! Write about all the fucked up stuff we see and make a shit ton selling them as fantasy books. [He giggled at the idea. Everything seemed like a good idea right now, he hadn't been this drunk in awhile]

So, we hunt together and... I write books about it. _{[Drunk, all he could do was grin like an idiot at the idea.]} And what, we go hang out at bars together every night too?

Well...yeah! We kill shit, then get drunk. I'd sign up for that in a second dude.

Yeah, well... can't do any of that unless we get up and get home, you know... can't sit out here on the streets like a couple bums.

[Dean just grumebled, still leaning against Sam]. Fuck that, I'm comfy.

Dude, you're not trying to make me into your bed, are you?

[Dean shrugs and shuts his eyes]. You'll do.

No... no. _{[He pushed at Dean.]} I'm not gonna be your bed, dude, come on...I don't have anyone comfortable to use... I got a hard building!

Jerk [he pouted and very very slowly got to his feet, using the building to lean on for balance]

Don't steal my insults, Dean... _{[He was totally the jerk anyway. He climbed to his feet slowly, reaching out for his brother.]} Okay, hopefully we make it this time...

[He tossed an arm around Sam, leaning on him as they started back to the motel]. I'll call you whatever I want, and you can't copyright "jerk".

_{[Sam swayed into him, tossing an arm around him, grinning a little.]} But I'm not a jerk... you're a jerk. And kind of a dick sometimes. I can start calling you that, I guess...

I'm not a dick....am I? [and the slight pout returns but this time Dean was unaware of it]</small€

Dude, you're pouting again... _{[He shrugged.]} Most the time you're not, man.

I am not pouting [But he still was, dropping his head a lkittle]

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