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OK. So, this came from "Dream a Little Dream of Me", and the only reason I made it up was because I'm watching it right now. Really. It's still on the other tab. So I hope you like it. This is my first Supernatural fic, and it's not even that long. And I haven't written a fic in, like, 3 years. But I think I've improved. So... Here's bringing you to the story.
What's a guy to do? I mean, seriously, what the hell am I supposed to do?!
There I was, minding my own business, illegally breaking the privacy of a doctor with horrific handwriting—Ha. Whore-iffic. Man, I need a beer—and suddenly, my unconscious brother started throwing out some serious "happy noises". I know. Total make-fun-of-your-kid-brother material, right? I could already hear myself saying, "Were you dreaming of Brad Pitt again, Suzy?"
But then I hear a "Dean…" And not a "dean… wtf? get out of my dream!" Dean, but more like a "dean… yes, please—" Dude. I'm not even going to finish that thought. Absolutely disgusting. Just plain sick and wrong. Don't you EVER bring this up again!
Yeah, well… Anyway…
That night I got this nightmare… And, man, this thing was… echh… It's like: Sam dressed as Brittany Spears eating chocolate cake off the eyes of a giant horse fly. Yeah… Gross… And you know what the worst part is? All through the entire dream, I'm trying to drink this unrealistically awesome beer (and I mean grade-A, perfectly cold, watching European hotties on a nude beach, awesome), but the cap won't. come. Off. It all just completely sucks!
So I'm gonna make sure Sammy NEVER sleeps again. EVER. And, god dammit, he owes me a beer!
So what'd you think? I hope I got Dean's personality down. To tell you the truth, I got into the show pretty late (season 4), so that's why I'm watching the older episodes. On that note, if anyone knows where I can watch seasons one and two with pretty good quality? Much appreciated. And if anything sounds weird or is incorrectly punctuated, my argument is that Dean doesn't think like a writer. And gosh it was hard not to put my words in his mouth. Well, much luv! Please review, I guess.