On IM with
second_batgirl, regarding the fact that she is drinking and writing drunken drabbles:
second_batgirl: I AM ON MY FIFTH DRINK
Sara: Wooooo!
Sara: I COULD TOTALLY HAVE WINE, I FORGOT WE HAVE SOME!!!
second_batgirl: YOU SHOULD HAVE WINE AND DO DRUNKEN DRABBLES
So, in the spirit of being silly and impressionable and over-ambitious, PROMPT ME.
I am going to get some wine now.
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Something hit Dean hard in the stomach and knocked his breath out. He nearly panicked, until he realized it was Sam's foot that had kicked him as his little brother climbed under the covers with him. "Sammy?"
Sam froze and looked at him wide-eyed. "Um. Can I sleep here?"
"What's wrong?"
Sam frowned deeply. "I had a dream and then there were all kinds of noises and I can't sleep anymore."
Dean sighed and slid over to the side of the bed. "Get in. If you hog the blankets, I'll push you out, got it?"
Sam threw his arms around him in a hug and crawled the rest of the way into bed, burrowing under the blankets. "Thanks, Dean!"
Dean grunted as Sam's elbow caught him in the jaw. He waited until Sam was settled, and pulled the blankets up around them. "Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep."
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