"Keys are for that one." Dad points at the Impala, and Dean…screams.
Really. High pitched, girly, the kind of sound usually accompanied by hand-flapping and jumping up and down. Sam closes his eyes in pure and utter joy, the better to savor the moment, to commit it to memory. Dean will never, *ever* live this moment down, not in a million, million years, or at least as long as Sam draws breath. Even Dad looks kind of startled. Dean coughs, he's the brightest red Sam's ever seen him. "Ah, bug, swallowed—must have swallowed a bug." Dad makes a noncommittal noise, but it gets lost when Dean throws his arms around Dad and babbles out his thanks—rushes to the car. Dad laughs.
.....and I rolled on the ground with laughter at this point.
I am on the edge of my seat waiting to see what you will do with Patrick!
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3/16/09 01:36 am (UTC)Really. High pitched, girly, the kind of sound usually accompanied by hand-flapping and jumping up and down. Sam closes his eyes in pure and utter joy, the better to savor the moment, to commit it to memory. Dean will never, *ever* live this moment down, not in a million, million years, or at least as long as Sam draws breath. Even Dad looks kind of startled. Dean coughs, he's the brightest red Sam's ever seen him. "Ah, bug, swallowed—must have swallowed a bug." Dad makes a noncommittal noise, but it gets lost when Dean throws his arms around Dad and babbles out his thanks—rushes to the car. Dad laughs.
.....and I rolled on the ground with laughter at this point.
I am on the edge of my seat waiting to see what you will do with Patrick!