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More Movie Nights, Chapter 17
A/N: The entire world got that last movie. If you didn't you must live on Pluto.
My Heart Takes Flight
This movie was requested by mb64 – here you go.
Dean pushed open the MOL outer door with a booted foot. His arms were full of grocery bags loaded with the week's shopping. Once inside it appeared as if all the lighting had been dimmed to the level "somewhat gloomy". He knew it was Sam. Only his brother could cast an aura that could cause the inside of a building to get moody.
He dropped the bags on the balcony and went into the main study area. Yes, there was Sam, seated at the table. He was wearing a crisp long-sleeved white shirt with suspenders. Where the hell did he get suspenders? On Sam's head was a vintage gray Fedora complete with a ribbon band around the crown.
He looked, to use a 1940's word, spiffy.
"Hey, Sam, have you found some kind of secret hat stash? Some hidden room full of out of date accessories? Where do you get this stuff?" Dean asked.
Sam rose from the table and removed his hat. "Can I help you? The name's Spade, Sam Spade. Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"Only with the groceries, Sam," Dean answered. "I'm not going to play your game. What do you want me to say? 'Oh, Mr. Spade, you've got to trust me, Mr. Spade. You're brave, you're strong, please help me'.? Not going to happen, dude. The groceries aren't that heavy."
Sam leaned back on his hands on the table top. " You don't need anyone's help. You're good. It's that throb you get in your voice."
He turned, picked up his hat and put a hand out for Dean. "Come with me. I have a statue to show you. I found it but don't know what it's made of. Maybe you can tell me."
He pulled Dean into an embrace.
"Oh, I know, I just realized, holding you in my arms." Sam voice was low and warm.
"It's the stuff dreams are made of."