So I had a second wind! Unrelated to the first, but same idea.
"Like, oh my god, Dean. Like darn it. Sarah won't call me back," Sam whined, fluttering his eye lashes and tapping his nails, "I like totally called her and left her messages about art, and she won't reply. Girls are so hard to figure out."
"Yeah man," Dean agreed, pouting, "Cassie won't call me back either."
"Its like they've written us out of their like... lives, like," Sam sighed. "Even though we had that meaningful kiss. And I thought you know, she likes art, I destroy demented haunted art, match made in Heaven. Apparently not. She led me on."
"Yeah, like, goshies, Cassie and I fought attacker cars. I thought- soul mates! I even tempted her by saying a car was attacking me, but no go," Dean said.
Sam started to quietly sob, "Why don't they like usssss?!"
Dean groaned, wailing, "What have I done? I thought I mattered! We made promises, that I'd appear in her life, but it never came around."
"Its times like these that I miss that one chick I fucked who was a werewolf," Sam muttered, "At least she died, so I know she's not ignoring me. That makes me feel better."
Dean stuck his lip out, "And remember that Jesus girl you made out with? She never called you either. I thought I knew women, but they ignore us!"
Sam widened his eyes, "Maybe its because we're sexist and try to make all women either evil or sex objects."
Dean frowned, "Nah, couldn't be."
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Somewhere else...
Cassie and Sarah sat together, laughing at phone messages, letters, singing card carriers, and youtube videos of Sam and Dean's love.
Sarah smiled, "Let's set it on fire!"
Cassie nodded, "See how YOU like it."
