MISTER SISTER

WOW: penny. A little brotherly, or should that be sisterly, introspection

Disclaimer: I don't own them

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"Hey Dean."

"Hey Sam…"

"Penny for them?"

"For what?"

"Your thoughts, jerk. You're sitting there with that distracted faraway look in your eye. That's either gas or some deep and meaningful thoughts."

"Well, I was just thinking…"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever wish you'd had a sister instead of me?"

"What? No Dean! Why?"

"I was just thinking Sam. You've always been the sensitive one, the one who's in touch with your feelings. You've always related well to women, even when you're not hitting on them."

"Well, I guess so…"

"So, I was wondering if you'd ever wished you'd had a sister instead of a testosterone-fuelled great asshole of a brother like me."

"Well, I know we're different in many ways, Dean, but that's cool right? It'd be weird if we were just clones of each other."

"Well, there'd be some epic fights over the hairdryer."

"Har har Dean! Well anyway, no. For your information, I have never wished that I had a sister instead of you."

"Well, that's nice to know Sam. Thank you.

"What about you Dean, have you ever wished you had a sister?"

"Dean?"

"Well, I dunno Sam, it was hard to tell the difference sometimes…"

"JERK!"

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