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For Dec 8th, 2005-
You'll Shoot Your Eye Out- A Supernatural Drabble
“You are so dead when Dad finds out, Sammy! Totally Dead!” Dean exclaimed, hurrying his younger brother into the bathroom.
“Like I don’t know that!” Eight year old Sam grumbled.
“You’re stupider than stupid!” Dean ranted, as he searched through the cabinet drawers for first aid supplies. “Dad didn’t let me have a gun outside of jobs until I was ten. And even then, he made me wear the goggles. But you beg and plead, and write like ten zillion letters to Santa asking for a BB gun. And you get one!”
“So?”
“So…you snuck outside when Dad’s away, and I’m supposed to be watching you.”
“I asked you, you said yes.”
“You should know better than to interrupt me when I’m playing Sega. I never listen to anybody when I’m playing my games, you know that, stupidhead. And you didn’t wear your goggles, and look at you. You nearly shot your eye out!”
“Nearly!” Sam protested. “It’s still there!”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Sammy, if you can’t shoot a snowman without almost blinding yourself, how are you gonna face down monsters on jobs?” He applied a large band aid to the wound under Sam’s eye. “Honestly. Little brothers.” He sighed.
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Date: 2005-12-08 12:01 pm (UTC)For Dec 8th, 2005-
You'll Shoot Your Eye Out- A Supernatural Drabble
“You are so dead when Dad finds out, Sammy! Totally Dead!” Dean exclaimed, hurrying his younger brother into the bathroom.
“Like I don’t know that!” Eight year old Sam grumbled.
“You’re stupider than stupid!” Dean ranted, as he searched through the cabinet drawers for first aid supplies. “Dad didn’t let me have a gun outside of jobs until I was ten. And even then, he made me wear the goggles. But you beg and plead, and write like ten zillion letters to Santa asking for a BB gun. And you get one!”
“So?”
“So…you snuck outside when Dad’s away, and I’m supposed to be watching you.”
“I asked you, you said yes.”
“You should know better than to interrupt me when I’m playing Sega. I never listen to anybody when I’m playing my games, you know that, stupidhead. And you didn’t wear your goggles, and look at you. You nearly shot your eye out!”
“Nearly!” Sam protested. “It’s still there!”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Sammy, if you can’t shoot a snowman without almost blinding yourself, how are you gonna face down monsters on jobs?” He applied a large band aid to the wound under Sam’s eye. “Honestly. Little brothers.” He sighed.