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Chapter 24 – The Snub
Den was cranky and grumpy and getting rained on; all in all, a bad day. Not his worst. On his worst days he could have died from one injury or another. This kind of grey, frustrating day was just enough to ruin his attitude. He opened the door to the MOL bunker. Since it was too heavy to slam he stomped his way over to the stairs and attempted to stomp his way down but lost his balance and did this fancy little dance step.
Sam was at the study table and looked up at the noise. "Dude," he said. "Did you just flounce your way down the stairs?"
Dean huffed at his amused brother. "I did not flounce. I'm a dude. Dudes don't flounce."
"Really?'' Sam laughed at the outraged look on his brother's face. "Why don't you do it again and we'll analyze the amount of flounce-ness your little skipping down the stairs contains."
"I do not flounce." Dean replied through gritted teeth.
"Go on," Sam waved a hand. "Do it again and this time say fiddle-de-de when you do it. Maybe rest your chin on a forefinger while you're at it."
"What!" Dean squawked. You want me to fall down the stairs again and say…Dean was so concentrated on being outraged that he didn't notice when his foot slipped off the stair and he danced forward again …fiddle-de-de, damn!"
Sam smiled. "Very nice. Do it again, no damn this time, OK?."
"I am not going along with this, Sam. Do you hear me Sam? I said no!"
Sam turned back to his book and carefully turned a page.
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."