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More Movie Nights, Chapter 11
The Best Kind of Mystery
Winter Gray asked for this one so long ago I bet she's forgotten.
Dean was getting a little worried. It had been days since Sam had tried to throw him on the bed, or the couch, or the back seat of the Impala or anywhere else for that matter.
He wondered if his little brother was sick. Or was Dean losing his looks? Maybe he should go check on Sammy.
He went down the hall as if he was just passing by and glanced in Sammy's bed room. There was his brother, propped up against the headboard, surrounded by paper with his computer on his lap instead of Dean.
This was intolerable. How dare Sammy do work when Dean was thinking about getting laid?
Dean draped himself in the doorway. "Hello there? Working Hard? You're just incorrigible, you little zipper neck."
Sam dropped his papers on the bed. "Where have I heard that before?"
"My turn to mystify you now," Dean said. "How would you like to have a roll in the hay? It's fun… roll, roll, roll in the hay."
Sam looked at him "One more quote and I might just get it."
Dean ran his hand up the door frame, threw his head back and hissed at his brother.
Sam yelled "Madeline Kahn!"
Dean hit the lights.
Moments later Dean sang out "Oh, sweet mystery of life at last I've found you."
