Ever had one of those nights when you've had one too many and wake up not only to a crippling hangover, but excrutiating stories of kissing strangers, talking to lampposts and puking on railway platforms?
No? Just me then!
For your delectation, I decided to see what would happen if Sam, lightweight that he is, went on a bit of a bender.
It's not pretty ...
ONE TOO MANY
Word Count: approx 100
Dean reflects on the worst night out ever, and vows never to let his baby brother anywhere near the purple nurples again ...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just borrow them occasionally for fun and frolics ...
"love you …"
"Sure you do; c'mon Sasquatch, you've had enough."
"No, I m-mean it; y'm'brother 'n I love you n' I'll always love you cos y'my bestest … hic … big brother'n the whole wi'worl' 'n you 'lways look after me 'cos 'm your lil' brother 'cept I'm bigger'n you, n'even though y'short, n' y'gotta real crappy temper, n' your feet stink, I will, Dean, … hic … I'll always love you f'rever n'ever n'ever."
"Love you ..."
Dean scowled from within his brother's sprawling embrace; "... new friggin' aftershave, best jeans; an' all I've managed to score with is with my own freakin' brother!"