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Chapter 31 – A Singing Telegram
"You know," Dean huffed, "it would be nice for once to just peacefully lay here on the couch reading my magazine."
"Oh, come on now, Mr. Boddy.´ Sam smiled. "I'm bored. I want to play a game."
Sam started laying out various objects on the coffee table. They were kind of scary objects in Dean's eyes, being just a touch wary of the way that Sam's mind worked. There was a rope and a revolver, a candlestick and a lead pipe, and a knife and a wrench.
"What are we doing here Sam?" Dean asked carefully.
"Don't worry. These are game pieces, that's all. No need to panic. Here take a look at this interesting picture. I know you're going to like this." Sam handed Dean a picture of a naked couple in a torrid embrace.
"Nobody can get into that position," Dean objected.
"Sure they can," Sam said, "Here, let me show you." Sam grabbed Dean's legs and started to put them into position while laying on top of his brother.
"Get off me." Dean huffed.
"So before we are interrupted by the arrival of a completely unnecessary messenger why don't you just play along with me, Miss Scarlett? Let me in, let me in." Sam started kissing and grabbing.
"Hmmm. I vote for Miss Scarlett in the Library with a rope." Sam wiggled his eyebrows. Doesn't that sound like it has possibilities? Do I win?"
"No," Dean responded. "I'm not Miss Scarlett and don't you even think you're going to get near me with a rope in your hands, "
Dean pounded on his brother's chest. "Let me out, Let me out"
Sam kissed him again. "Hush now, there's multiple murders done in this game. We must conceal the victims and call in the FBI to hide the evidence."
Dean grimaced. "Do you really think the FBI could be used to clean up after multiple murders?"
"Yes. Why do you think it was run by a man named Hoover?"