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More Movie Nights, Chapter 5
Since you all love it so much, here's more Movie Nights
This one is for Winter Gray who helped develop this one with me.
Dean was peacefully minding his own business, looking for a new hunt on the laptop when he heard faint strains of music. He looked around and realized that the old fashion record player was missing .
A scratchy sounding refrain was drifting down the hallway. Someone was actually playing a record! "When I'm calling you – ooo-ooo, Will you answer true – ooo-ooo". The crooning sound was vaguely familiar.
He got up and followed the sound, coming to his brother's open door. Oh course, who else? He saw the record player sitting on Sam's desk and entered without thinking. Only when the door closed behind him with a snap of the lock did he realize he had been lured into a trap.
He turned. Sam was behind him, completely naked.
"What is this ?"
"The 'Indian Love Call', performed by Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald from the 1936 film Rose-Marie." Sam replied.
"And you're naked, you freak, and listening to it?"
"No, it's bait. Bait for you. And here you are." Sam pushed Dean backwards on to the bed. "Get naked, big brother."
"Make up your mind. You can take it on your back and be my Indian Princess." An article of clothing flew across the room. "Or you can get on your hands and knees and be my faithful horse" More clothing followed the same flight path.
"I don't really care which as long as we both know" Sam grinned.
"I get to be the Mountie."