"Um, that's not a good idea," Dean hedged.
"Oh, just take her to the park."
"Bobby. You just called my brother 'her'."
"That is the case for the moment Dean. He
is a little girl. Take her to the park. I'll come
with you, it won't be bad."
Two hours later Sammy was in high spirits,
trying to sing along with Lady Gaga in the
back of the impala. Until Bobby got the gist of
the song and turned off the radio. "Filth."
"Ya know Bobby it doesn't really matter. We
can't exactly corrupt 'her'," the her was dripping
sarcasm and air quotes.
"I think we need to treat the situation carefully.
We may not be able to reverse it. Are you prepared
for your giant baby brother to grow up into a
harlet?"
"Sammy, sex is naughty. Don't think about it,
don't talk about it, and don't do it. If you do I'll
find out and you will get in big trouble. Got me?"
Sammy nods.
"There, no harlets in this family."
"Deanie, what's sex?"
A/N: much love to lady gaga and her hordes of fans. i don't actually think she's a harlet. my sister is worried that her girls will hear "disco stick" and start asking awkward questions. like the one above.