I finished this one earlier than I intended, so you get it at this ungodly hour. Maybe it will remind me in the future to not write while watching anime.
"So you like him?" Sam asked for the fourth time. They were sitting in his living room, having a few beers and catching up.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Asking me a thousand times isn't going to get me to answer, Sam." He'd put off visiting for this exact reason.
Sam sighed. "Fine. Can I meet him?"
"Dude, I just met him myself two weeks ago."
"And you've gotten together with him how many times since then?"
Dean grumbled. They'd only met up four more times since their first date. It wasn't that much, was it?
Okay it was, but Sam was still a bitch.
"You're still a bitch," Dean said, pulling his phone out.
"And you're a jerk. What are you doing?"
"I'm texting Cas. Do you want to meet him or not?" He opened up a new message.
Sam wants to meet you. You game?
Yes, I'm "game." I would love to meet Sam.
*sigh* youre gonna regret that
Why?
Dean slipped his phone back into his pocket, deciding to answer Castiel's text after he left Sam's house.
"Cas wants to meet you too," he said reluctantly.
Sam smiled. "He's got good taste in people then." He regarded Dean. "You must have been a fluke."
"Why you little..."
Dean was cut off by the sound of the front door opening. Sam's girlfriend, Sarah, came into the living room, pulling her coat off.
"Hey, Sarah," Sam said.
"Heeey, sexy!" Sarah went around to the front of the couch and plopped down between them, planting a big kiss on Dean's cheek. She turned to Sam and waved. "Hi, Sam."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh, I see how it is. You're leaving me for my own brother. I hate to break it to you, but he'll never love you; he's gay."
"Dude, I'm not gay," Dean said indignantly.
Sam ignored him. "And he's already got a boyfriend."
"Say it ain't so!" Sarah said, turning back around to face Dean.
"It's true. I grew tired of waiting for you to come to your senses, and I found someone else."
Sarah clutched her chest and proceeded to have a fake heart attack, which ended with her slumped against Sam, dead.
Sam snickered and started tickling her. She wormed away from him and fled the room. "Good luck with your boyfriend, Dean!" she called over her shoulder.
"You're coming with me to meet him!" Sam shouted to before she was out of earshot.
"So," Dean said reluctantly, "when do you want to meet him?"
"As soon as possible!"
Dean sighed. "Fine, but you only get to meet him because I like him so much."
"So you do like him!" Sam grinned triumphantly.
"Seriously?"
I always imagines that Sarah would've been a hoot and a half, so that's how I'm depicting her. Originally, her fake death was going to be longer and more dramatic, but I decided to keep it short.