fandomtherapy | Because we might as well

You'd make a hot muskrat.

Oh wait, I'm dead.

*goes back to being dead*

Hey, so'm I. See the user name? *boyishly charming grin* So hey, wanna make out in the back of my awesome car?

"Dean! OMG, I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Dean!"

"Hey, you already know ~~what comes after "Oh my GOD"~~ my name!"

*points, confusedly*

"He's Dean."

"Nooo, I'm Sammy!" Sam points back to his brother ~~the vampire~~, "he's Dean!"

Rory shakes her head.

"Nuh uh. YOU are Dean. Dean *mumbles*-ster. You were my first boyfriend! Don't you remember?"

"My name is Sam *mumble*ster," Sam says, frightened by this strange girl. "He's Dean!" He points at his brother again.

Rory shakes her head again. "No! You are Dean *mumbles*ster! Remember how we used to go to Luke's together all the time and eat...golden fries?"

Dean grins and waves at the pretty girl. "Forget about Sammy - he's easily spooked. I'm pretty solid, on the other hand..."

Sam hides from the scary girl behind Dean.

Rory can see him still.

Because Dean is TALL.

And by Dean, she means the boy who is clearly her ex, not hottest ~~muskrat~~ ~~birdcage~~ vampire.

Sam curses the fact that Dean is short and wee.

Rory knows that Dean is not wee. He is tall. She was just thinking this, actually.

Dean is tall! It's not his fault Sam's a FREAK.

Rory will concede that this hot vampiric fellow is quite dreamy.

And besides, Dean once abandoned her in the middle of a dance competition just because she was flirting openly with another guy. So she hates him anyway!

The offer of a warm backseat in an awesome car is still open ~~the necking may or may not be fatal, however~~.

Rory thinks that sounds delightful.

And then she wonders if they can go to ~~Burger King for a Big Mac - wait, wrong Winchester~~ a goth bar.

Dean is all for goth bars, especially with the nectar on tap and the convenient little rooms in the back. He graciously opens the back door of the ~~2007 Ferrari 599 GTB~~ Impala, because it's his damn car and Sammy can just go back to hitchhiking.

Rory thinks chivalry like that is hot.

As she climbs into the car, she wonders if Guy-Whose-Name-Isn't-Dean would beat anyone to a pulp for her.

'Cause that's hot too.

Dean would happily beat up a bar full of guys, along with a wendigo and a couple of werewolves, for Rory, as long as she'd be there to "heal his wounds" afterwards. He's not about the youngling-killing though, as that's just a sign of closetted homosexuality and Dean is ALL MAN.

He also makes sure that Rory is comfortable in the back seat and maybe sympathizes with her horrendous scarring.

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auroryborealis.livejournal.com - 2006-01-26 09:15 (UTC) - Expand

"Sammy! I've, uh, been around. Certainly not in any goth bars, drinking ~~blood~~ the nectar of the gods."

"Yay! I'm so glad I've found you and you're not an evil vampire! And don't call me Sammy!"

"Yeah, sure, Sammy. ...Damn, I always forget how tall you're getting. You got a neck like a giraffe!" ~~*Totally is not staring at Sammy's neck because whoa, brothercest*~~