You know what, it's best just not to ask... really, just don't...
There is some whumpage on the Sammitch, for all you kinky Girly Fries coming up. Just a tiny bit in this chapter... not much though.
Anywho, I don't own them... most likely never will... or WILL I?
--Winchester Sauce Part Deux?--
"Sam?" Muffled by toothpaste, Dean leaned around the bathroom door. Ever since they returned from the restaurant Sam had been acting weird and Dean was worried. His brother seemed pretty fazed, staring off into space and only really responding when Dean physically poked or prodded him.
"Hello? Dude? Sam wears women's underwear?" Nothing, there was no response from the lump of a younger Winchester sitting in the chair.
Sighing to himself, Dean leaned back around the door, at least Sam wasn't moving anywhere. Picking up the bar of soap on the counter, Dean once again leaned around the door frame, lobbing the small yellow bar through the air. He internally cheered as it connected with its target, smacking Sam in the back of his head.
"What the...?" Rubbing the back of his head, Sam picked up the projectile, glaring at Dean from his spot by the door.
"You were doing it again, that space cadet thing," Dean's voice faded. The length of time between angrily poked Sam and Vegetable Sam was growing shorter, already his brother was turning back to the blank TV screen without figuring out exactly what had happened.
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Sam rose from his bed, his feet finding his shoes in the dark without struggle. Soundlessly, the younger Winchester made his way out the motel door. Unknown to him, Dean was watching from his own bed and almost as soundlessly followed.
So it's short and kind of sucks, but what do I care? I wrote a freaking story about fry sauce, obviously not a lot.
Where is the fry sauced Sam headed? You'll have to tune in next time to find out!