This fic is based around Seamus and Dean watching The Dead Poets' Society. If you haven't seen it, you should, it's incredible, but you should have no trouble following the nonexistent storyline. I'm actually not to sure about this one, so if it sucks, feel free to tell me.
Disclaimer- if I owned Seamus and Dean, the world would be a much nicer place.
and th
anks a million to my anonymous reviewer 3, you are very kind, and to any other reviewer I was enough of an idiot not to reply to, you guys all made me so very happy...
and now, on with the drabble!
"God, that's depressing"
"Suicide generally is"
"Well, you didn't tell me it was going to be a suicide movie, Finnegan"
"Of course not. You never would have agreed to rent it, and I couldn't. I was broke"
"You still are"
"So?"
"And don't you think maybe I wouldn't have rented a suicide movie because I don't want to see a suicide movie?"
"So?"
"So it's a pretty awful thing to do, tricking someone into getting all depressed"
"You don't seem all that depressed to me. And it's such a good movie, I just thought you should see it"
"To get a few tips? You're sick of me, so you rent a suicide movie as a sort of 'here's how' type of thing?"
"Don't be more of an idiot than you have to be, idiot"
"Honestly, how do I know it's not some subtle hint?"
"Couldn't be all that subtle if you've got it figured out so quick"
"I notice you aren't denying anything"