Everybody Loves A Clown
Warm up. Rated T for a little brother/brother kiss at the end. I hope that rating is right. If not, sorry I am new.
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"Dude, face it. Your jokes are lame."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Fine then, prove it. Make me laugh."
Sam thought for a moment.
"What do you get when you mix an insomniac, and agnostic and a dyslexic?"
Dean stares.
"Do you even know what those words mean?"
"As a matter of fact I do. Just because I don't walk around spewing big words doesn't mean I don't know any."
"So what do you get?"
"I dunno… what?"
"Someone who stays awake all night wondering if there really is a dog."
Dean continues staring.
"You don't really know what those words mean do you?"
"I do, it's just not funny. Sounds like some lame geekazoid's attempt at humor."
"Would you rather I go more crude and ask you what the U.S.S. Enterprise and Toilet Paper have in common?"
"Please Sammy, everyone knows that one. You gotta be up with the times."
"This from the man who still worships cassette tapes."
"Seriously dude, that is totally different."
"Ok then, if you know so much, make me laugh."
"What kind of bees make milk?"
Sam concentrated for a moment and then shrugged.
"…..Milk bees?"
"BOOBIES!" Dean waggled his eyebrows and made one of the most ridiculously sleazy faces Sam had ever seen. In his life. He couldn't help but laugh. And laugh. Until he could no longer breathe and his eyes felt teary.
"I told you right? I am damn funny."
Sam started to retort with a comment about Deans face being the only funny thing about him, but instead just smiled, leaned in to give Dean a light kiss on the lips.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too Sammy."
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