Dean looked over his shoulder, suddenly feeling a little guilty at ogling another car in front of his baby.
Dean, you don't look at other cars in front of your car. It's rude. And funny.
"Don't look, Sammy!" He reached up to try and cover his little brother's eyes. Sam wheezed in helpless laughter and slid down the wall to the floor.
So cute.
Sam looked in the direction the women had gone in. "They didn't look like lesbians."
Dean raised both eyebrows. "You've met enough to judge?"
Sam grinned. "College, you know. You learn stuff."
Sam is definitely the type to have volunteered to help hang up the Feminist Rally banners for his female friends....
Dying of laughter over here.
Poor Dean, no naked ladies and his car caught him looking at another set of wheels.
Oh, Connie, that's JUSt fucking made of awesome! I'm reading it with my morning coffee....LOVE!
So, yeah, another story. Mostly, I got caught up in writing action scenes. Because I am like that.
Breathe On, Sister
Really, truly going outside now. (It's a gorgeous day.)
Hilarious, connie, thanks!
Nutty, awesome. I said so, on LJ.