I'm so amazed by how well you write these boys already, like they've been living and breathing in your head for centuries. This, this is lovely. Bits of bittersweet and so much pure OMG Dean:
“Whatcha think?” Dean says, big old grin taking over his entire face, reminding Sam of when they were kids and Dean liked to tease him for being a bookworm. Then he works his face into what Sam quickly recognizes as the world’s worst Clint Eastwood impression and says, “I know what you’re thinkin’ punk. You’re thinkin’, did he fire six shots or only five?”
And then stoic, heart o'gold Dean, Sammy saving grace, tears and kisses they both deserve and need.
LOVE.
I like the gun holster in your drabble for me better, though ;) *iz ded again*
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Date: 2008-03-03 05:56 am (UTC)“Whatcha think?” Dean says, big old grin taking over his entire face, reminding Sam of when they were kids and Dean liked to tease him for being a bookworm. Then he works his face into what Sam quickly recognizes as the world’s worst Clint Eastwood impression and says, “I know what you’re thinkin’ punk. You’re thinkin’, did he fire six shots or only five?”
And then stoic, heart o'gold Dean, Sammy saving grace, tears and kisses they both deserve and need.
LOVE.
I like the gun holster in your drabble for me better, though ;) *iz ded again*