Dean lay on the bed in the motel, pondering the stack of bills in his hand. Sam had been making a lot of money lately. But where had it come from? Sam had always been bad at pool, so he couldn't be hustling to get it.
Maybe… no. That was just his pervy mind working as it usually did. Perverted. That couldn't be it.
There was a fumbling at the door, a click of it unlocking, and the door flew open. Sam strode in, wearing a trench coat made of some super-thin cheap material.
"What's with the coat, Sammy? Very stalker-esque," Dean said teasingly, but also with suspicion.
Sam shot him a glare, and threw something on Dean's chest, and stalked towards the bathroom.
Dean reached up, and grabbed the bills Sam had so rudely left there. There were six.
Fifties.
Dean stood up. "Sam, where'd you get this? This is a lot of cash, dude."
"It's none of your business."
"Of course it's my business. You don't just find three hundred bucks lying around. I need to know. I'm your brother."
"Not for long," Sam shot back angrily.
Dean's suspicion heightened. He had brought up the deal. This was bad. Really, really bad.
"Sammy, tell me what's going on. Right now."
Sam just glared at him. Dean stood up and grabbed his brother by the front.
"Tell me. Now."
Sam tore himself out of Dean's grip. RRIIIPP!
Dean gaped. Underneath the coat Sam was wearing tight leather pants and a torn black shirt that revealed everything, ribcage down.
"Sam," Dean whispered.
"Dean, I don't need your pity," Sam snarled, "I'm leaving."
"Sam why are you doing this? We don't need it."
"I will, when you're gone," Sam said in an angry whisper, "I can't pull off those credit scams like you. Or hustle pool, like you. I need to get money somehow."
"Not like this, Sam," Dean begged, "we'll find some other way."
Sam was silent. Then he turned to the door.
"Sam," Dean spat, suddenly furious, "if you leave, don't expect to come back. Fuck you."
Sam turned around, a sad and haunted look on his face.
"Sorry, Dean. You can't afford me."
The idea for this idea came from a conversation I had with some of my friends. One of the said, "Screw you all."
I replied, "Sorry, you can't afford me."
It's been one of my stupid jokes ever since.
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