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SPN: Acceptance
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: None
Contains: N/a
Rating: G
Summary: Sam finds out that Dean doesn't trust him quite as much as he should.
Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Dean groans and sprawls out on his bed, putting the floppy half-stuffed excuse for a pillow over his face. "Oh, come on, Sam. It's not that big a deal. Just... just shut up about it, okay. And don't get that kicked puppy look, I know you. Just drop it."
"You could have told me you were gay."
"Dude, I'm not gay!"
Sam huffs. He sits down on the bed next to Dean, and Dean resists the urge to swat him or shove him off or something. "Okay, okay, bisexual, whatever. My point is, you could have told me. I'm fine with it, you know. Doesn't change anything."
Dean loves his little brother, really. But sometimes? Oh, sometimes, he'd really love to strangle him just to get him to shut up. "Look, it's not a big deal, okay? Sometimes I sleep with girls, sometimes I sleep with guys. The end. It's not some big issue. I didn't tell you because you just didn't need to know, that's all."
Sam doesn't seem to have heard him. "I mean, you should know I'll accept you no matter how you are. Well, unless you want to fuck little girls -- "
"Dude!"
" -- because that would cause some problems. Seriously, Dean, you should have told me. Don't you trust me?"
Dean pulls the pillow off his face and squints up at Sam. "Man, yes, okay? I trust you. It just didn't seem relevant to tell you! And this whole supportive college boy thing is really, really irritating, and I knew all along you would do it, and really, just shut -- "
"Don't you trust me?" Sam says, and he really does have the puppy dog eyes down pat, but there's also a twinkle there that tells Dean he's been played.
"That would have been funnier if you were better at acting upset," he says, thwapping him hard around the head with the pillow.
"Seriously, Dean, I -- ow! -- accept you the way you are," Sam says, with the biggest triumphant grin on his face. Dean tackles him.
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: None
Contains: N/a
Rating: G
Summary: Sam finds out that Dean doesn't trust him quite as much as he should.
Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Dean groans and sprawls out on his bed, putting the floppy half-stuffed excuse for a pillow over his face. "Oh, come on, Sam. It's not that big a deal. Just... just shut up about it, okay. And don't get that kicked puppy look, I know you. Just drop it."
"You could have told me you were gay."
"Dude, I'm not gay!"
Sam huffs. He sits down on the bed next to Dean, and Dean resists the urge to swat him or shove him off or something. "Okay, okay, bisexual, whatever. My point is, you could have told me. I'm fine with it, you know. Doesn't change anything."
Dean loves his little brother, really. But sometimes? Oh, sometimes, he'd really love to strangle him just to get him to shut up. "Look, it's not a big deal, okay? Sometimes I sleep with girls, sometimes I sleep with guys. The end. It's not some big issue. I didn't tell you because you just didn't need to know, that's all."
Sam doesn't seem to have heard him. "I mean, you should know I'll accept you no matter how you are. Well, unless you want to fuck little girls -- "
"Dude!"
" -- because that would cause some problems. Seriously, Dean, you should have told me. Don't you trust me?"
Dean pulls the pillow off his face and squints up at Sam. "Man, yes, okay? I trust you. It just didn't seem relevant to tell you! And this whole supportive college boy thing is really, really irritating, and I knew all along you would do it, and really, just shut -- "
"Don't you trust me?" Sam says, and he really does have the puppy dog eyes down pat, but there's also a twinkle there that tells Dean he's been played.
"That would have been funnier if you were better at acting upset," he says, thwapping him hard around the head with the pillow.
"Seriously, Dean, I -- ow! -- accept you the way you are," Sam says, with the biggest triumphant grin on his face. Dean tackles him.