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Dec. 9th, 2009 11:25 pm
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sixwordstoriesAlso for Serena's requested kiss on the forehead
It was a rainy day and the traveling circus - as Sam was getting used to calling it - had found a hotel to take over for the night. All he had heard was something about strip poker game and Sam had snuck out the door and found his room.
There were days he realized that he was probably the only sane person in this group. He had stopped counting the amount of Deans and Sams that flocked to the inter-dimensional aura that surrounded Serena, and instead just put a tag on his real brother so that he could find him in the crowd of clones.
It was around 11:30pm that Serena walked into his room, looking at Sam and then the television. "You realize that when you don't hang out with the others, you make them think that you don't like them."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "There's enough Winchester in that room to bring the world to it's knees. Missing one won't really make a difference."
"Yeah, but you should hear the things they say about you." Serana sat down next to Sam. "I swear, they gossip more than the girls at school did, and that is saying a lot."
"You have any examples you care to share?"
"Nope. You want to know, you have to come back and ask them yourself."
Sam leaned forward, dropping his voice down a bit in register. "What about if I torture you for information?" One hand slid up along her rib, a teasing tickle.
Serena tried not to laugh and pushed his hand away. "Dino won't let you torture me. The moment I cry for help, he'll have you backed up against a wall..."
"Oh really?" Sam smirked and flipped her over on the bed, pinning her to it while looking down at her with a very evil grin. "Of course, he'd have to get past the salt line. That's plenty of time to torture you." He started to tickle her again until Serena was screaming for him to stop over her laughter.
"Alright! Alright! They're talking about you having a cyberspace lover and how you have sex with your computer!" she said breathlessly.
Sam smirked and leaned down to kiss her on her forehead. "See, now that wasn't so bad. And rest assured, i do not have sex with my computer. That would be too messy, and after cleaning up after Dean that one time, I refuse to go through that again."
"What one time?" Serena asked, her eyes showing she was interested in getting some inside Dean gossip.
Sam licked his lips and smirked. Oh, Dean was going to kill him, but what the hell? It'll be fun seeing his reaction. "Well, this one time..."
It was a rainy day and the traveling circus - as Sam was getting used to calling it - had found a hotel to take over for the night. All he had heard was something about strip poker game and Sam had snuck out the door and found his room.
There were days he realized that he was probably the only sane person in this group. He had stopped counting the amount of Deans and Sams that flocked to the inter-dimensional aura that surrounded Serena, and instead just put a tag on his real brother so that he could find him in the crowd of clones.
It was around 11:30pm that Serena walked into his room, looking at Sam and then the television. "You realize that when you don't hang out with the others, you make them think that you don't like them."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "There's enough Winchester in that room to bring the world to it's knees. Missing one won't really make a difference."
"Yeah, but you should hear the things they say about you." Serana sat down next to Sam. "I swear, they gossip more than the girls at school did, and that is saying a lot."
"You have any examples you care to share?"
"Nope. You want to know, you have to come back and ask them yourself."
Sam leaned forward, dropping his voice down a bit in register. "What about if I torture you for information?" One hand slid up along her rib, a teasing tickle.
Serena tried not to laugh and pushed his hand away. "Dino won't let you torture me. The moment I cry for help, he'll have you backed up against a wall..."
"Oh really?" Sam smirked and flipped her over on the bed, pinning her to it while looking down at her with a very evil grin. "Of course, he'd have to get past the salt line. That's plenty of time to torture you." He started to tickle her again until Serena was screaming for him to stop over her laughter.
"Alright! Alright! They're talking about you having a cyberspace lover and how you have sex with your computer!" she said breathlessly.
Sam smirked and leaned down to kiss her on her forehead. "See, now that wasn't so bad. And rest assured, i do not have sex with my computer. That would be too messy, and after cleaning up after Dean that one time, I refuse to go through that again."
"What one time?" Serena asked, her eyes showing she was interested in getting some inside Dean gossip.
Sam licked his lips and smirked. Oh, Dean was going to kill him, but what the hell? It'll be fun seeing his reaction. "Well, this one time..."
