Emotion
Glee
“Sammy, want a brewskie?” Dean called from the bar.
“Yeah, so what if I do?” Sam slurred, downing his seventh Tequila shot. “You wanna fight?”
“Maybe later, Sammy, after you sleep off that nasty hangover that is guaranteed tomorrow.”
“…Why are you so short?” Sam giggled, stumbling over to where Dean was sitting. He called over the bartender.
“Know what I did today?” Sam chortled at the man behind the counter.
“What’s that, buddy?” He replied, leaning toward Sam as if to feign interest.
“I killed a ghostie,” giggled Sam in glee. “I’m like a cross between a ghostbuster and Rambo.”
“I think your friend has had enough to drink, you should probably take him home,” the concerned bartender said to Dean. Dean chuckled and pulled Sam to the door.
On the way out, Sam started singing. “Here I am! Rock you like a hurricaaaane,” he shouted. “No more killing spirits all the time for you, Dean!”
Dean rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, so what if I do?” Sam slurred, downing his seventh Tequila shot. “You wanna fight?”
“Maybe later, Sammy, after you sleep off that nasty hangover that is guaranteed tomorrow.”
“…Why are you so short?” Sam giggled, stumbling over to where Dean was sitting. He called over the bartender.
“Know what I did today?” Sam chortled at the man behind the counter.
“What’s that, buddy?” He replied, leaning toward Sam as if to feign interest.
“I killed a ghostie,” giggled Sam in glee. “I’m like a cross between a ghostbuster and Rambo.”
“I think your friend has had enough to drink, you should probably take him home,” the concerned bartender said to Dean. Dean chuckled and pulled Sam to the door.
On the way out, Sam started singing. “Here I am! Rock you like a hurricaaaane,” he shouted. “No more killing spirits all the time for you, Dean!”
Dean rolled his eyes.
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Not my best, but eh.