It is an unwritten rule of the universe that the moment a person is bound, wrists, ankles, and chest to a large tree in the middle of nowhere, his nose will inevitably begin to itch.
Love the first sentence. Made me laugh, right off :)
"Oh. Sorry, I thought you were some other little bitch who'd forgotten how to slip out of a simple straight-jacket tie. Not Sam, Sammy, Master of Escapology."
"Bite me. There's no such thing. ... No, I was kidding. No biting. Just get the ropes."
"What's the magic word?"
"Bite-- Please."
*snorfle* Yay! Banter!
Dean smiles weakly. It's a real smile this time, that crinkles the skin and caked-on dirt around his eyes.
What a perfect description of a Dean-smile, just, guh.
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Date: 2006-08-06 09:59 pm (UTC)Love the first sentence. Made me laugh, right off :)
"Oh. Sorry, I thought you were some other little bitch who'd forgotten how to slip out of a simple straight-jacket tie. Not Sam, Sammy, Master of Escapology."
"Bite me. There's no such thing. ... No, I was kidding. No biting. Just get the ropes."
"What's the magic word?"
"Bite-- Please."
*snorfle* Yay! Banter!
Dean smiles weakly. It's a real smile this time, that crinkles the skin and caked-on dirt around his eyes.
What a perfect description of a Dean-smile, just, guh.
This is adorable.