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E/O Challenge: Thread and Telephone. 250 word drabble. Sam is driven to distraction by Dean's inability to concentrate. Dean's PoV.

I'd fallen behind on the challenges recently and this ended up encompassing the last two prompts and seems to have ballooned to 250 words...

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Hey I Just Met You and This Is Crazy

"Then they said, 'Let's call the young woman and ask her about it'..." - Genesis 24:57

"Isn't it, Dean," said Sam.

Uh-oh, thought Dean, noting the prissy expression on his brother's face, as he struggled to pull his attention back to the table. "Sorry, what was that?" he asked, putting on what he considered his most winning smile.

Sam rolled his eyes.

Seriously, one day he's going to hurt himself doing that, thought Dean. He made a mental note to get Bobby to research that for him later. Never hurts to play it safe where Sammy's concerned, he always was a sickly child.

"I said," droned Sam, "that we should check out the deeds at the local archives..."

Dean struggled to follow the thread of the conversation, he really did, but...

Oh, and there she goes again! Dean sat up a little straighter and watched with keen interest as the waitress sashayed past the table again. Yep, she is definitely giving me the eye.

Sam sighed, loudly.

Oops.

Sam pulled himself to his feet and Dean braced himself for impact, only to watch in amazement as his brother stalked over to the waitress. He strained to make out the subject of the intense conversation, but he could see it involved several animated gestures towards him.

Dean sat, stunned, as the waitress wrote something on her pad, tore it off, and gave it to Sam. He gawped, open-mouthed as his brother slouched back to the table and slammed a telephone number down in front of him.

"There! She gets off at eleven. Now please, try to concentrate."

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