A/N: I suck, I know. My bad. Short one, but at least it's an update. Hopefully you guys will see a few more before I leave in December for the Air Force. Enjoy!
"Shit, man. I think you have a concussion."
"There's no possible way you could know that. All you did was look at me. From across the room."
"And that's all it took. You're not even standing straight up."
"You're not…standing straight up."
"Great comeback, you really got me with that one."
"Shut up, Sam. All your whining is giving me a headache."
"No, that would be the concussion."
"I do not have a concussion!"
"Prove it. How many fingers am I holding up?"
"That doesn't prove anything other than I can count."
"How many, Dean?"
"We don't have time for this! Shouldn't we be leaving, you know, before the cops get here?"
"Just tell me how many fingers you see, and then we can go."
"We can go and you'll shut up about the damn concussion?"
"Scout's honor."
"Fine…three."
"Wrong, try two. I told you, you have a concussion. No way are you driving."
"Yeah? Well how many fingers am I holding up, Sammy?"
A/N: Reviews are like crack to a $10 whore...Feed my addiction people!
