HOBBY HELL
WOW: pound. Sam's very supportive of Dean taking up a new hobby. Until he isn't…
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"Sam, it's new year, and I want to take up a new hobby."
"What, besides food, alcohol and porn?"
"Those aren't hobbies Sam, those are basic needs."
"Whatever. Well, what about running?"
"I said 'hobby' Sam. As in something enjoyable."
"Running is … you know what, never mind. What about boxing? You'd enjoy pounding the heck out of some dude's face."
"Well, yeah, but boxing's got all rules an' shit. I wouldn't be able to fight dirty, where's the fun in that?."
"Well, something non-sporty then. Chess?"
"I don't understand the rules."
"It's easy, you've just got to remember how the pieces move. For instance, the Queen can move anywhere on the board, as far as she likes."
*smirk* "Sounds cool; I like a woman who gets around!"
"So not chess then…"
"Nah."
"Something creative? Like painting?"
"Hmmm… What sort of painting could I do?"
"Well, there's oils, acrylics, tempera or watercolours."
"Watersports?"
"Dean! Painting. Not Porn. There's a difference."
"I don't know, Sam, there's a lot of nude chicks in those old paintings."
"Okay Dean. Well, what about cooking? Or baking?"
"I feed us, don't I?"
"Well yes."
"Right, well it's not a hobby. It's a job."
"If you say so."
"What about music? You could learn to play a musical instrument?"
"I like the sound of that."
"I think there's an old piano in the basement."
"Yeah, well. It can stay there."
"I know, what about the guitar, Dean?"
"What about drums?"
"Dean, no!"
"YES! Drums are awesome!"
"No, really they're not Dean."
"DRUMS!"
"Oh hell, NO!"
"Yes, Sam, DRUMS!"
"Dean, wipe that demented grin off your face; you're not getting drums!"
"There was a second-hand drumkit for sale downtown last week. I'm gonna go and get it. Right now."
*sigh* "Get me plenty of earplugs and aspirins while you're there Dean."
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