"Damn it!" Dean shouted, dropping the pendant. "Stupid goddamn matriarchies with their stupid goddamn jewelry!" Dean pulled the collar of her shirt forward, and looked down.
Yep, boobies. Dean wasn't up to checking her pants yet. Too depressing.
She groaned. "This could not be any worse."
"Yes it could," Sam's voice piped up.
"Sammy?" Dean looked around. "Where are you, and do you have a camera? Because if you take pictures, I will kill you."
Sam crawled out from behind a brick. "I don't have a camera. I couldn't lift one."
Dean looked down at Sam. And laughed.
"See?" said Sam. "I told you it could be worse."
-
"Dean, stop it."
Dean didn't stop fondling her own breasts. "Why?"
"Because it's creepy You shouldn't even have boobs, let alone be groping them!"
"You're just jealous." Dean didn't look up. "Face it, Sammy. Some people are luckier than others."
"Lucky?" Sam turned away in disgust and started pacing the desk.
"Yeah. I mean I got boobies to play with. You got to be small enough to bathe in the sink. Who got the better deal?"
Sam knew there had to be a good answer to that, but he couldn't think of one. He settled for sulking instead.
-
Sam suspected that the stretch where Dean locked herself in the bathroom and made prolonged and enthusiastic moaning noises would give him nightmares for the rest of his life.
-
"Looking for this?" Bela dangled the charm.
"Give me that!" Dean made a grab.
Bela stepped back. "Easy. You want it, you're going to have to earn it."
"How is that?" Dean asked. She carefully avoided looking at Sam, who was sneaking up behind Bela, trying to work out of it would be a better idea to climb her leg, or just tie her shoes together and make her trip.
"Three words." Bela smiled. "Hot lesbian sex."
Dean grinned so hugely that it looked like the top of her head was ready to come off. "Okay, I take back everything I said about the matriarchy people!"
"Matriarchs," Sam corrected, earning a surprised look from Bela.
"Whatever, dude. The point is, they rock!"
-
Sam sat in the bathroom with his fingers in his ears. It didn't help as much as he'd hoped. Dean was apparently a screamer, a bit of information that may have permanently killed Sam's sex drive.
Eventually, he went back to normal size. It wasn't as comforting as he thought it would be.
Combining obsessions.
Yep, boobies. Dean wasn't up to checking her pants yet. Too depressing.
She groaned. "This could not be any worse."
"Yes it could," Sam's voice piped up.
"Sammy?" Dean looked around. "Where are you, and do you have a camera? Because if you take pictures, I will kill you."
Sam crawled out from behind a brick. "I don't have a camera. I couldn't lift one."
Dean looked down at Sam. And laughed.
"See?" said Sam. "I told you it could be worse."
-
"Dean, stop it."
Dean didn't stop fondling her own breasts. "Why?"
"Because it's creepy You shouldn't even have boobs, let alone be groping them!"
"You're just jealous." Dean didn't look up. "Face it, Sammy. Some people are luckier than others."
"Lucky?" Sam turned away in disgust and started pacing the desk.
"Yeah. I mean I got boobies to play with. You got to be small enough to bathe in the sink. Who got the better deal?"
Sam knew there had to be a good answer to that, but he couldn't think of one. He settled for sulking instead.
-
Sam suspected that the stretch where Dean locked herself in the bathroom and made prolonged and enthusiastic moaning noises would give him nightmares for the rest of his life.
-
"Looking for this?" Bela dangled the charm.
"Give me that!" Dean made a grab.
Bela stepped back. "Easy. You want it, you're going to have to earn it."
"How is that?" Dean asked. She carefully avoided looking at Sam, who was sneaking up behind Bela, trying to work out of it would be a better idea to climb her leg, or just tie her shoes together and make her trip.
"Three words." Bela smiled. "Hot lesbian sex."
Dean grinned so hugely that it looked like the top of her head was ready to come off. "Okay, I take back everything I said about the matriarchy people!"
"Matriarchs," Sam corrected, earning a surprised look from Bela.
"Whatever, dude. The point is, they rock!"
-
Sam sat in the bathroom with his fingers in his ears. It didn't help as much as he'd hoped. Dean was apparently a screamer, a bit of information that may have permanently killed Sam's sex drive.
Eventually, he went back to normal size. It wasn't as comforting as he thought it would be.