Something I wish for... sometimes :D
“Good morning!”, Sam yelled happily.
“Hhm”, was Deans unimpressed answer.
“What the hell happend last night?! You seem pretty dead”
“That´s not funny, Sam”
“Really, you were never tired like this before”
“I´m okay, Sammy”
Never would he explain to his little brother that he has a problem with the stamina of an angel.
“You wrestled with a demon or something?”
“No”
No, Sam. Stop asking. Not a demon, an angel, our... How the hell could that happen? And how could it feel so damn great? And where the hell is his angel now?
-- Seeing Sammy with a couple daleks all like: explaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin :D







