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More Movie Nights, Chapter 6
Since you all love it so much, here's more Movie Nights.
Thanks Winter Gray, I would have never thought of this one.
Dean stood in front of the cork board, carefully plotting out the relationships of various sightings of the ghost car they were going to be chasing the following weekend. He was concentrating on the characteristics of the victims, looking for a common link when he felt like someone was standing behind him.
Turning slowly he found Sam not more than a couple of feet away, dressed in the most peculiar outfit.
First of all he was wearing a black bowler hat. Next his upper lip was decorated with a little toothbrush moustache. Last of all, he was leaning on a cane; a hooked top cane. He smiled at Dean but didn't say a word, just tipped the hat and rocked back and forth, his hands braced on the cane.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?"
Sam smiled and tipped the hat again but didn't say a word. He hooked the cane in Dean's belt and started pulling him down the hall.
"Hey, stop it, you're insane. What are you supposed to be?"
Sam tipped Dean back over the arm of the couch and started stripping his clothes off. Dean was freaked. The disrobing he was pretty much used to by now but Sam never said a word, just smiled that creepy smile. .
Having got Dean naked enough for his purposes Sam leaned over and put the bowler on Dean's head and finally spoke,
"Ankles up, Dean. Then you'll be the perfect Little Tramp."