A/N Clair come in on this one. And Dean now has two AIM accounts and they are linked. And yes, you can do that(for those that don't have or use AIM) I figured it out last night XD
Sam was sitting in the passenger seat reading one of the books Dean had gotten him. Since it was his birthday present he was reading 'Pandora' before he cracked open 'Queen of the Damned.' What had surprised him about yesterday wasn't really that they had stayed in. No, they did that from time to time. It was that they had stayed in and done exactly what Sam had wanted to do. Watch a movie, hang out with Dean. Shit they hadn't done in a long time together. Not since...well pre-apocalyptic. He had expected Dean to drag him to the local bar, get him drunk and proceed to get him a girl for the night. But he had done none of that. He had gone out, gotten him another new book, a large ass bottle Jack, rented a few movies, and gotten a pizza with the few toppings that they both liked. Not loaded with the heart attack inducing shit Dean preffered.
Now how in the hell had Dean known exactly what Sam had wanted to do? Sam had only told Renegade those things. Did Dean know Renegade? No. Impossible. Dean didn't have an AIM account. Though now that Sam thought about it, if Dean did have one, he might use a song name like Renegade for his screen name. But no. Dean didn't know Renegade. At least he hoped to hell not.
Dean was climbing into the car now as Lydia was confronting Lucius in the middle of the Forum in front of the Emperor's Temple. "Just can't put it down can ya Sammy?" Dean drawled as he tossed a set of keys into Sam's lap and started the car. "Got a room, sadly, its a single. We gotta share a bed. On the upside, its a King." He drove around to their room. "Just don't hog the covers." He put Metallicar in park and shut her off. "Commin' in?" He got out, went to the trunk grabbed their duffles and went to the door. Sam was out, gun duffle in one hand, keys and book in the other. He unlocked the door and pushed it open allowing Dean in first.
Inside they looked around. The walls were painted a bright green with a light purple trim. The carpet was a turd brown shag. The bed was indeed a King and the bedding looked to be several shades of blue. The fitted was a pale blue, almost white, the sheet itself a light sky-ish color, the blanket was a navy, the bed skirt- really?- was a royal blue and the many pillows were covered in cases that ran the whole spectrum of blue. Wow this room was tacky! "Well," Dean seemed to agree with Sam's silent observations. "We've been in worse." Sam nodded and both walked to the table that in the middle of the room. Placing the gun duffle and his laptop bag on the table Sam took his own duffle from his brother and walked to the waist high- rather below waist high for them- dresser and dropped it to the long surface.
"Oh, Sam, I created an AIM account." This caught Sam off guard as he turned to look at Dean, "When?" The older male chuckled a bit, "Last night. After you went to bed. Clair helped me set up my profile and everything." He chuckled a bit. "She also called. Said she might need our help on a case. She'll call us again if she does." Sam nodded at that and then, "Back to the AIM Account. Why?" Dean just shrugged and walked over to place his own bag on the dresser top. "Felt like it. And Clair said I should." He then picked up his laptop bag and walked over to the table. "I added you as a friend. You should add me." Dean flashed a grin to the taller as he shifted the gun bag to floor at his feet. "I think you'll like my name." Dean looked practically giddy now as he set up his computer.
Sam shook his head and set up across from his brother at the table. When his computer was loaded and his AIM logged on a chat box popped up on his screen and flashed with
Gr33n-3ggs-&-Hm has sent you an IM request
"Green eggs and ham Dean? Really?" Dean flashed him a grin and kept his eyes on his screen. Both looked to their AIM windows as Clairvoyant logged on. "Hey! Its Clair!" Sam exclaimed with a grin as he pulled up a chat box with their friend.
Wayward Son
Hey Clair! What's up! Gotta question. Who in the blazes is Renegade?
He hit enter and waited for her to reply as Dean whined at him, "Accept the chat Sasquatch!" With a sigh he did just that and was accosted by::
Gr33n-3ggs-&-Hm
Hey there Sam I Am!
Sam looked up at his brother and just shook his head, "Really Dean? What are you? Five?" The elder gave him what appeared to be a hurt look and a pout. Sam chuckled and flipped back to the chat window with Clair as she replied to his queary.
Clairvoyant
You don't know? Then I'll let him tell you in his own time.
Wayward Son
Seriously? Tell me!
Clair seemed intent on leaving him high and dry so he sighed.
Wayward Son
Fine be that way.
Okay, so really? Green eggs and ham? You couldn't help him pick something no so...little kid like?
Clairvoyant
LOL Aw come on! It fits him! Its just so...Dean! :D
Wayward Son
Well, I guess you're right...It is a bit immature and that is very much Dean. :)
Clairvoyant and Renegade wish to invite you to a group chat
Sam blinked he hadn't even realized Renegade was on. Perhaps he had been on before Sam? Yeah. That was it. Otherwise Sam would have messaged him already. Accepting the invite he smiled now.
Wayward Son
Hey Renegade. :D
Renegade
Miss me Sammy? ;D
Wayward Son
Its Sam. And maybe...
Renegade
Maybe? Oh, right, too busy pining after big brother Dean, huh?
Wayward Son
-blushes-
Clairvoyant
Play nice Ren. Its kind of hard for him to talk the stubborn jack ass. :( He's too full of himself and all into chasing skirts for poor Sammy to even work up the courage to say anything.
Wayward Son
-blushes and frowns- Wow, Clair, way to make me sound like even more of a girl that Dean claims I am...
Clairvoyant
Sorry Sam. But its true! He's too much of a skirt chasing, full of himself dick to even sit still long enough for you to say something.
Wayward Son
Watch it Clair. It may be true, but that's my brother your talkin' about.
Renegade
Yeah, that's one thing I've noticed...Sammy here can bad mouth Dean-o, but the first time someone else does it, he's all over their ass to defend him.
Clairvoyant
Its a family thing. Dean'll do the same thing. And I don't think either realize they do it.
Wayward Son
We're family. We're all each other's got.
Renegade
Hey...you got friends Sammy.
Wayward Son
Yeah. I know...But friends come and go...Family...it doesn't...-frowns- in the end, its really all you got...
Clairvoyant
That's part of why you're afraid to tell him, huh?
Wayward Son
-nods-
Renegade
You're afraid that he'll leave...
Wayward Son
-frowns- Yeah...I can't live with that...I'd rather die than live without Dean...So I think I'll just stick to- what did you call it?- pining after my big brother. I've learned to hide shit from him, I think I can deal with that still.
Renegade
I think you should tie him to the bed and make is ass listen. Or any time you get dragged to a bar, flirt with the hottest piece of ass you can find and give him a taste of his own medicine. See how he likes it.
Clairvoyant
As much as I really like the first one, I think the second one is a better idea.
Renegade
Yeah, you would like the tieing him down idea wouldn't you?
Wayward Son
What can be said, I mean its a hunters life. We tend to like a bit of pain and bondage now and then. -shrugs- lol
Clairvoyant
;D
Renegade
lol
Wayward Son
lol
Sam took this moment to look up from his screen and across to Dean now. The elder had been quiet for a while now and now that Sam was paying attention he could hear the constant typing at the keyboard. What was Dean doing over there? Typing a novel?
Glancing at the screen again he saw that Renegade had replied.
Renegade
You like the thought of being tied down Sammy?
Wayward Son
Its Sam. And why would I tell you that?
Renegade
Well since you won't balls up and talk to Dean, maybe you can have a bit of fun with me instead? -winks-
Wayward Son
Cute. But I don't think so.
Sam looked up to see Dean still focused on his screen ever so intently. "Who are you talking to Dean?" The elder looked up with a snap of his eyes and a grin, "Just Clair and a new friend on AIM, since you won't talk to me." Dean looked as if he were pouting and Sam had to laugh. Such a dork.
Renegade
Hey, I gotta go for now you two. I'll talk to you later. Night Clair. Night Sammy. -winks-
Clairvoyant
-shakes head- Shamless flirt. Night Ren.
Wayward Son
Night.
Renegade has left the chat
Sam heaved a sigh and scrubbed his hands over his face. Who the hell was he?
Clairvoyant
Okay Sam, I'll give you a couple hints and a bit of info to help with that.
Sam blinked and read.
Clairvoyant
He's got more than one account. He's a friend on your list. You've worked with him before. You know him better than you think. There's a reason he calls you Sammy. And I'm logging for the night. Oh. I think you should give him a taste of his own medicine later...Night Sam.
Clairvoyant has logged off
Sam frowned and read her last message over and over again. He was snapped out of his reading by Dean. "Okay, Sammy. I'm bored now. We should go to the local bar." Sam raised an eyebrow and after a few seconds of thought he nodded. He shut his computer down as Dean did likewise and got up from the table following Dean out to the car.
