Disclaimer: If I owned these boys, my life would be so much better.

Author's Note: Ok, so I did struggle a little bit with these week's because I told myself I wanted to do a dialogue only one. And here's the result. 100 words on the dot, according to Microsoft Word.

A thank you to


Stumble

"...Umph..."

"Dean?"

"...owmph..."

"Dean?"

"Ouch!"

"Dean! What the hell man? And...why the hell are you back so late?"

"Um...nothing..."

"Right. Nothing. So bumping into crap is 'nothing'?"

"Er...yeah..."

"Dean! What the hell man?"

"Erm...I don't know."

"You don't know? Don't know what?"

"Er...I don't know...the answer...t'the last ques'n..."

"You're drunk!"

"No m'nt."

"Yes you are! You're drunk! And back at...fuck, at 3am. Dean!"

"M'nt drunk."

"Dean! You're drunk and incoherent and stumbling around bumping into everything and-"

"S'mmy..."

"WHAT, Dean?"

"You're cuuuuuuute..."

"What?"

"Like a bayyyy-beeee."

"Dean?"

"Wanta hug you..."

"Dean...fine...but only 'cause I'm too sleepy to fight you off..."