[ There's an audible augh sound that escapes Sam's lips the moment Dean mentions his skin-mag of choice, having seen more than enough of those issues randomly lying around over the years. But that's totally not the point. ]
Dean, what exactly did you have to trade to — [ Sam doesn't have a chance to finish his question when his big brother pulls out another smaller, heavier package and sets it down before him. Curious, Sam reaches forward and slides it closer towards him, scanning the cover for a title. His eyebrows go up, clearly impressed with the find.
Sure, he's going to be ignoring that last comment, because uh — gross. But Sam appreciates the sentiment behind the gift. He idly flips through the pages, eager to dig into it even when none of this is likely to matter for the next ... ever. Maybe.
(It's still fascinating though.) ]
Thanks, Dean. This is — [ For the breakfast, for the gifts (dumb prank ones and all), for making this as normal as possible despite the fact that this was anything but normal for them. Sam would have sooner forgotten what day it was if he could, but he's quietly grateful Dean pulled this all together anyway. That he'd thought about it. Even traded whatever he did for it. ] — thanks.
[ There's a pause before Sam clears his throat, slightly awkward (because what are emotional moments, really), and closes the book shut. ]
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Date: 2020-08-09 05:03 am (UTC)Dean, what exactly did you have to trade to — [ Sam doesn't have a chance to finish his question when his big brother pulls out another smaller, heavier package and sets it down before him. Curious, Sam reaches forward and slides it closer towards him, scanning the cover for a title. His eyebrows go up, clearly impressed with the find.
Sure, he's going to be ignoring that last comment, because uh — gross. But Sam appreciates the sentiment behind the gift. He idly flips through the pages, eager to dig into it even when none of this is likely to matter for the next ... ever. Maybe.
(It's still fascinating though.) ]
Thanks, Dean. This is — [ For the breakfast, for the gifts (dumb prank ones and all), for making this as normal as possible despite the fact that this was anything but normal for them. Sam would have sooner forgotten what day it was if he could, but he's quietly grateful Dean pulled this all together anyway. That he'd thought about it. Even traded whatever he did for it. ] — thanks.
[ There's a pause before Sam clears his throat, slightly awkward (because what are emotional moments, really), and closes the book shut. ]
No parties or anything though, all right?