fuck, marry, kill feat samdean.
put it anywhere you want between seasons 10, 11, or 12—. Sometimes i think i'm funny.
sam and dean have been in the middle of a case for days, stuck on all-night watch in the Impala while keeping an eye out for the potential monster of the week. They're drinking soda and eating snacks. They have to stay up all night, and as soon as they get bored, they fall asleep, so they have to get creative.
sam: okay, how about truth or dare?
dean immediately shakes his head: i can't believe it, is this a sleepover?
sam tilts his head and shrugs, his lips pursed as usual: i can't think of anything else, dean. Twenty questions again?
dean: we've already played that the last few hours, sam, but i'm not playing truth or dare. That's a girl thing at sleepovers, and when i watch those movies, im usually alone.
sam laughs, shaking his head and putting a hand to his temple.
dean: you'd better come up with something, and i swear if you say "i see with my own eyes..."
sam: okay, okay. How about this? i remember it from college: fuck, marry, kill.
dean: excuse me?
sam: it's a game, dean. You have three options and three candidates. You have to—
dean: i know what it's about, sammy. I think it's kind of dumb. Well, you know what? forget it, just do it.
sam: fuck, marry or kill... uh, to crowley, cas, and me.
dean looks at sam with raised eyebrows, and Sam shrugs with an innocent smile.
dean: hmm.
sam: are you thinking about it? are you serious?
dean: what? can't i think about it?
sam: you have crowley among the options, dean.
dean: i mean... i don't know, it's crowley. Do i have to kill him?
sam looks at him suspiciously.
dean: okay, fine, i know. Fuck with cas, marry... you, and kill crowley.
there's a silence, and sam nods, as if that were the right answer.
sam drums his fingers on his knee anxiously: ...
sam: why would you fuck with cas?
dean: what are you talking about? those are the options, sammy.
sam: hey, its okay, i'm not judging you, i was just wondering why you chose to fuck with cas. What made you choose cas?
dean takes a deep breath: well, i changed my mind. Let you fuck me, marry with cas and i kill crowley. What do you think?
sam nods again, his lips pressed together in a silence that could signify a peace agreement.
sam: ...
sam: why are you deciding to marry cas now? is there something you want to tell me, dean? you want to fuck with him first and then get married. If i hadn't interfered, would you have chosen crowley?
dean: what the hell are you talking about? he's cas, he's OUR friend. Why would i kill him?
sam: i'm just having a conversation.
dean: i thought i just had to choose, not justify my answers.
sam: why not? it's supposed to be fun, so—
dean: forget it, sam. I prefer truth or dare. I prefer the fucking sleepover.
sam: fine, truth or dare, dean?
dean: truth.
sam: why did you decide to marry cas?
dean: damn it.