Sam couldn't contain his amusement anymore. He burst out laughing, pointing at Dean's ludicrously pink hair. Unsurprisingly, Dean scowled. Instead of hurling back an insult, his brother looked around frantically, calling his name. Sam snickered. "Dude, pretending I'm not here isn't going to prevent mocking. Fuscia is *so* you." His words were drowned by the others' exclamations, including Molly's melodious garbling. (This is almost as funny as the truth spell.)
"If that...witch...hurt my brother..." Dean muttered, then reached for the book in front of Sam. In the process Dean's arm bumped into Sam's. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, pinning Sam's arm to the table.
"Dean, what the hell?!" Sam shouted. He tried to pull his arm free when he noticed that he didn't have an arm. Or his body. A visible one, anyway.
More amusement and mild anxiety welled up. Sam pushed the latter aside the best he could. Being invisible could be extremely entertaining. "Dean, chill. I'm right here. Just invisible. I think I got a better deal than you, though. We need to find you a mirr..." His words trailed off as he noticed Faith and her invisible or absent clothes. Sam stared, glad he was invisble for a few different reasons. "So not E.T."
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[Sam] Clothes Can Wait (tag Dean, open)
Date: 2006-08-26 07:59 pm (UTC)"If that...witch...hurt my brother..." Dean muttered, then reached for the book in front of Sam. In the process Dean's arm bumped into Sam's. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, pinning Sam's arm to the table.
"Dean, what the hell?!" Sam shouted. He tried to pull his arm free when he noticed that he didn't have an arm. Or his body. A visible one, anyway.
More amusement and mild anxiety welled up. Sam pushed the latter aside the best he could. Being invisible could be extremely entertaining. "Dean, chill. I'm right here. Just invisible. I think I got a better deal than you, though. We need to find you a mirr..." His words trailed off as he noticed Faith and her invisible or absent clothes. Sam stared, glad he was invisble for a few different reasons. "So not E.T."