The monster is here
The monster is here.
She can feel it, in totally darkness, she can tell.
She tries to hold her breath to hear something more than her beating heart. But there is nothing more to hear.
There she is, only with the monster.
And even she can't see anything she knows it's somewhere here.
Lurking.
Waiting.
The air is heavy and she almost can taste it salty and hot. The smell of sweat mixed with monster's odour.
The monster is slowly moving, growing in the middle of the night, in the almost perfect silence.
She can hear it trembling with anticipation.
Shaking.
Shuddering.
She pulls her arm and her hand touches silk skin of Dean's abandon. Her fingers slide lower and meets the monster.
And the monster roaring happily throws itself on her.
"What are you doing, Dean?!"
"Nothing"
"It's not nothing. You're writing… porn!"
"Gimme that!"
"And bad one"
"I said: gimme that!"
"Is this legacy you want to leave next generations? Bad porn? And even not real"
"What's not real?"
"For example the monster part"
"Which part?"
"Each part. You're not "The monster". Please! I had questionable pleasure to see you, I know"
"Wha…? Shhhhhh! Don't you dare to speak like that about Ted! He's very fringe"
"Ted? Ted the monster?"
"Yes"
"Wow, so there is something I would like not knowing about my brother… OK I must ask: why Ted?"
"No particular reason. Just, you know: Ted - the best playmate of Dean. Sounds awesome, don't you think?"
"Not really. More like: Ted - Teddy Bear - the most huggable thing on the world. Huggable, little, fluffy and soft."
"Little?!"
If this was Wincest Dean would come up with something like "I will prove you I'm nothing like little" and then would show Sam, but unfortunately I had o think other, less obvious direction of action
"Little?! Little?! YOU are little!"
"Oooouuuch! Dean, put your pants up!"
"Call it off! Am I little?"
"Dean, stop"
"None will be hurting Ted's feeling and walk away unpunished!"
In this point I realized where this is all going. Oh well: all roads lead to Rome, right?
Secret journal of Sam Winchester
Today, pantless Dean was chasing me around our motel room. Sometimes my brother sucks.