"Sammy…"
"What do you want?"
"I wuv you Sammy"
"Dean…? Are you drunk."
"WHAT?! How could you even ask me that Sammy…of course not" Dean said as he fell to the floor.
"Your drunk, don't lie to me."
"Sammy poo…would I lie to you? Heh heh…I made poetry!"
"God.."
"Hah! Yes! That reminds me…Gods..pshhhhhhhhh whats with them anyway?!" Sam slapped his forehead and went to help his brother up.
"Just cause you only have a year left to live does not mean you should get drunk every day until then okay?"
"Ill do what I want Sammy kins! Oh oh oh! Hey where did that hot little piece of woman go? I like her!"
"Dean…that was the librarian…and she was an 80 year old woman." The old lady waved from across the library at Dean and Sam in a suggestive manner. Sam cringed, Dean mearly waved back exactly how a love sick teenage girl would.
"I think she likes me" Dean whispered to Sam in a childish voice.
"Jesus!"
"No, my name is Dean Sammy….durrr"
"Alright lets go. Now"
"I love books" Dean passed out on a nearby table, knocking books onto an elderly man who was sitting there. Sam apologized and dragged his sorry excuse for a brother out of the library by his leg.
"Hehe…Time to have some fun." Sam said.
Dean would never live down the humiliation of the pictures Sam took that day. And Sam became the new Dean.
The End