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Oct. 30th, 2008 07:02 pm[According to the muse, he had this coming. Just a bit of fun to get up before canon makes things all ugly and/or angsty and/or complicated again.]
Dean's fingers drummed anxiously against the arm of the chair he was sitting in, looking over at where his brother was sleeping. He had been buying his time for weeks now, not wanting to make a move too soon. This was war, after all, and he and Sam have been doing this long enough to consider this an art form, and as far as Dean was concerned, he was the art master. That was just the way things were. He had be winning these things since they were kids, and he wasn't about to start losing now.
So what if Sam had blackmail. Dean still knew his brother better than anyone else.
His leg started to bounce slightly at the restless energy, before he glanced over at Sam again, tilting his head to the side slightly when his brother started to snore. He knew that Sam could sleep like the dead when he wanted to, it was just a matter of making sure that he was getting to that point. Watching Sam carefully for a moment, he tilted his head to the side slightly before leaning in closer and peering at his brother.
"Sammy?"
He paused, waiting for a response from the sleeping form before cotinuing. "Sammy, I'm giving your laptop away to charity. Hope you don't mind." There was another pause, and when his brother still failed to stir, he tried again. "Sam, I ran into Gert while I was in town. She said she wanted to make sweet, sweet love to you, so I figured I'd bring her back and then give you two a little privacy." That was met with a snort and his brother rolled over onto his back. After that, he didn't move, just stayed where he was, and a giant grin flashed across Dean's face. After that, he bounded to his feet and made his way out to the car, bringing in the supplies that he had gathered earlier and going to work.
It hadn't been hard to find the picture he wanted -- apparently people on the internet got a kick out of really creepy clowns. He slipped the back-up plan under the mattress of his bed, before picking up the tape and making his way into the bathroom. The room was kind of on the small side as motel bathrooms go, but it would do the trick. It was a thin corrider with the sink on one side, the shower on the other, and the toliet pressed up against the far wall. Dean paused for a minute, glancing around at the various surfaces of the room, before making his way towards the toliet. He eagerly taped the poster-sized picture up against the wall, smoothing it down so that it would be the first thing you'd see when you walked into the room. It wasn't much, but if launched upon an unsuspecting, half-asleep Sam, it might just do the trick.
Once he was satisfied, he moved back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him, and finally collapsing back into his bed. He wasn't sure what he was going to wake up to in the morning, but he was hoping it would be his brother's girly screams.
Dean's fingers drummed anxiously against the arm of the chair he was sitting in, looking over at where his brother was sleeping. He had been buying his time for weeks now, not wanting to make a move too soon. This was war, after all, and he and Sam have been doing this long enough to consider this an art form, and as far as Dean was concerned, he was the art master. That was just the way things were. He had be winning these things since they were kids, and he wasn't about to start losing now.
So what if Sam had blackmail. Dean still knew his brother better than anyone else.
His leg started to bounce slightly at the restless energy, before he glanced over at Sam again, tilting his head to the side slightly when his brother started to snore. He knew that Sam could sleep like the dead when he wanted to, it was just a matter of making sure that he was getting to that point. Watching Sam carefully for a moment, he tilted his head to the side slightly before leaning in closer and peering at his brother.
"Sammy?"
He paused, waiting for a response from the sleeping form before cotinuing. "Sammy, I'm giving your laptop away to charity. Hope you don't mind." There was another pause, and when his brother still failed to stir, he tried again. "Sam, I ran into Gert while I was in town. She said she wanted to make sweet, sweet love to you, so I figured I'd bring her back and then give you two a little privacy." That was met with a snort and his brother rolled over onto his back. After that, he didn't move, just stayed where he was, and a giant grin flashed across Dean's face. After that, he bounded to his feet and made his way out to the car, bringing in the supplies that he had gathered earlier and going to work.
It hadn't been hard to find the picture he wanted -- apparently people on the internet got a kick out of really creepy clowns. He slipped the back-up plan under the mattress of his bed, before picking up the tape and making his way into the bathroom. The room was kind of on the small side as motel bathrooms go, but it would do the trick. It was a thin corrider with the sink on one side, the shower on the other, and the toliet pressed up against the far wall. Dean paused for a minute, glancing around at the various surfaces of the room, before making his way towards the toliet. He eagerly taped the poster-sized picture up against the wall, smoothing it down so that it would be the first thing you'd see when you walked into the room. It wasn't much, but if launched upon an unsuspecting, half-asleep Sam, it might just do the trick.
Once he was satisfied, he moved back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him, and finally collapsing back into his bed. He wasn't sure what he was going to wake up to in the morning, but he was hoping it would be his brother's girly screams.
