To My Brother, With Whom I've Slept
a collection of 'correspondence'. the setting: the ever-present hotel room. the players: wee!Sam and wee!Dean. the story: a whole bunch of brotherly-ness. the warnings: slight fluff/crack/everything in between, non-slash.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: *audible sigh*
Notes: title borrowed from Bill Cosby... and perhaps someday I too shall tell a chicken heart story.
I.
Sam,
I found my baseball cards in your backpack.
I want everything else you've taken.
Now.
Dean
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Dear Dean,
You can have your pocket knife when I get Teddy back.
Sincerely,
Sam
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Sam,
You know Dad threw that musty old thing out in Detroit.
Plus, you're too old for a teddy bear.
Give me my knife back.
Dean
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Dear Dean,
You were supposed to watch Teddy while I stayed at the lady's house with the cats.
I had an allergic reaction. You are responsible.
Itchy and Sad,
Sam
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Sam,
...if I get you a new Teddy, will you give me my knife?
Dean
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Dear Dean,
... a candy bar too.
Hungry,
Sam
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Sammy,
grumblegrumblegrumble
Deal.
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Dear Dean,
Kit-Kat, please!
Your brother,
Sam
ps: not Sammy
a/n: ...yeaaaaaaah. :? i just... i don't know. the idea just hit me funny :D hope to continue, maybe, at random... soonish?
please: -review? -leave a request? -"give me a break?" hehe