Do The Math

by moviemom44

E/O Drabble Challenge - COOL. Dialogue fic in which Dean is looking for a little appreciation in all the wrong places. Follows 'Magic Word' but can stand on its own as well. Rated T for language and implied sexual deviance. NO SLASH.

Author's Note: This follows 'Magic Word?' and is set in Season 6, prior to 'Appointment in Samara' (S6.11) as Sam is still more intellect than emotion. And that ain't sittin' well with Dean just now...

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Do the Math

by

Moviemom44

"Hey, Dean."

"Well, aren't you just too cool for school."

"What's that mean?"

"'Hey, Dean?' That's it? I shag ass ninety miles an hour across 400 miles of Texas badlands, worried half out of my mind some convict has you doin' the Deliverance squeal and all I get is Hey Dean? "

"Ninety? The whole way?"

"You're in jail, Sam! In El Paso, Texas. God knows what these yahoos' idea of justice is here. So, yeah, I was in kind of a hurry."

"At that speed, you shoulda been here an hour ago."

"Had a flat, math whiz. Eat me."

~the end~