Title: Movie Night II

Author: PlatinumRoseLady

Disclaimer: Don't own Sam or Dean, or the movie they've just seen – although you boys are more than welcome to join me in the back row ANYTIME

Drabble Challenge Word: "Profile"

Word Count: 300 words. Because I just can't shut up.

Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized.

Spoiler Alert: It helps if you've seen "Friday the 13th", and reading my fic "Movie Night" wouldn't hurt, either.

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Not the first ones out of the theater this time. Just sitting in their seats, watching the other patrons file by. The younger man noticed that some women would look over, would whisper to their friends and point at them.

Well, that wasn't quite right. Would point at him, which was making him really freaking self-conscious. He stole a quick glimpse… nope, still zipped up. Then what the hell was the problem?

So he listened to the two brunettes that had just walked by… and his jaw dropped a little.

"He looks like him, doesn't he?"

"Like Clay? Mmmmm, totally!"

"Be worth getting chased by Jason if he'd come rescue me!" Giggles as they walked away.

Sam leaned back in the seat, stunned. Clay? The hero? He looked like him?!

"Dean?"

His brother looked up from his box of Junior Mints (there was always that one stupid candy at the bottom of the box…) "Yeah?"

"Do you think…"

"Sam, if the next words outta your mouth have anything to do with me looking like anybody in this movie, you can walk back to the motel."

"Actually… did you think Clay looked like me?"

Dean cocked an eyebrow, reached out and grabbed Sam by the chin, turned his head so he was looking back at the screen. He studied Sam's profile intently, let go, thought for a minute. "No" he said firmly.

"No?"

"Definitely not." Dean got up, put his jacket on, and grinned at him. "The guy in this flick? He's WAY better looking than you. Almost as good looking as me. Almost." He started to walk towards the exit, turned and tossed over his shoulder, "Now Jason, on the other hand – there I CAN see a resemblance…"

The empty Junior Mints box hit him upside the head with thwap.