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More Movie Nights, Chapter 15
A/N: The movie in Chapter 14 was Casablanca. No comment
Rescue the Princess
"Hello"
Dean slid out from under the Impala. He looked up, way up, at his brother's face. Since discovering the garage at the MOL Bunker, Dean had been spending a lot of time there. It was his version of what Heaven should have looked like. "What'd want, Sam?"
"I've come on a quest." Sam leaned down and tilted Dean's chin up. "I'm coming to rescue you from these fire breathing dragons. Come on with me, Princess; I'll carry you past the lava streams and take you somewhere safe"
"Hey!' Dean snorted. "I'd like to clarify a point here." He stood and wiped his greasy hands on a shop rag.
"I definitely am not a Princess. Whatever movie you've got running in your head, I don't care….No tiaras for me."
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and started to recite "I know plenty of people with eyes closed. They don't see you like I do. Darling, I do. Darling, I do see you."
Dean tried to wiggle away. "I've got work to do, work on the car."
Sam nuzzled into his brothers neck.. "Oh come now. I've got so much fun stored up for you. Come away with me, Princess. We'll live The Vida Loca"
"I am not a Princess. I won't be a Princess for you. Stop it, Sam." Dean was beginning to lose his temper.
"Well! Aren't you the feisty one?" Sam bent and loaded Dean over his shoulder. From this vantage point Dean thought Sam looked to be the size of an ogre.
"Sam, you know what I like about you? You've got this kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-about-me-thing. Now put me down, damn it!"
"Nope, not going to happen. Your rosy ass is mine. You've been ignoring me for this garage and now I'm staking my claim.' Sam started to maneuver them out of the garage.
"This is going to be furn. We can stay up late, swapping bodily fluids and, in the morning,
I'm making waffles.