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More Movie Nights, Chapter 20
A Cold Winter's Day
A/N: Someone requested this one but I made a mess of my notes. Stand up and be heard. Oh, it was you, DeansBabyBird!
Dean came through the door, the wind at his back. As he looked over the balcony he could see Sam sitting at the study table with his arms crossed. Even from a distance he looked pissed.
"Well, better face the music. Get it over with and find out what crawled up his butt and died." Dean thought as he tramped over.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean caroled. "What's up?"
Sam stood and glared at his brother, hands on his hips
"Dean, last winter when you went off on your little "separate vacation" you went up to North Dakota, didn't you?"
Dean cast his mind back, "Yeah, I did. Froze my ass off, too. Damn cold up there."
He laughed. "I remember this lame joke a bartender told me. "Ya hear the one about the guy who couldn't afford personalized plates, so he went and changed his name to J2L 46857?"
Dean snorted in amusement but Sam's face stayed in bitch face mode; not a laugh or a giggle, nothing.
"You hear that joke in the same bar where you ran into a kinda funny-looking little guy bitching about how he's out at the lake and he asks the bartender 'where can a guy find some action – I'm going crazy down there at the lake', that where you heard that joke, Dean?"
"Sam, what are you talking about? What funny looking guy?" Dean glanced away, avoiding Sam's eyes. He knows he's been busted.
Sam strode over and grabbed Dean's ass cheek. "I got a call from a friend of a friend how some bar girls up north got pissed off cause some pretty boy amateur cut in on their business last winter. Description sounded a lot like you, Dean." Sam squeezed harder. Dean could feel the bruises forming.
"Don't know what you're talking about, Sam." Dean lied.
"Maybe you'll remember the funny-looking little guy if I tell you he wasn't circumcised?" Sam glared.
"What the hell, Sam?' Dean tries to slip back but Sam has a real firm hold on his ass. "Why would I know something like that?"
"You been selling it again, Dean?" another hard squeeze. "Like you used to do for food money when we were kids?'
"What, no! How the hell do you know about that?"
"I'm warning you, brother, no more. This ass belongs to me now and if I find you wiggling it for money, you're going to really regret it." Sam inhaled sharply.
"Ya' bet 'cha."