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Two Brothers at Oktoberfest
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hunter-returns.livejournal.com((Slightly forward dated to Oktoberfest plot, feel free to tag either brother))
[It hadn't taken Dean very long at all to drag Sam out of the hotel room and to a bar. Sat at a table, Sam flipped the video on accidentally as he put his blackberry on the table, just as Dean spoke.]
This I can get on board with, Sammy: Beer and Bar wenches.
Dude, I told you last time: The bar wench thing doesn't go down well anymore.[But Sam's got a small smile tugging his lips. It was almost like normal. He could deal with normal.
Dude, Oktoberfest. It doesn't count. [He'd already eaten to stop Sam bitching about drinking on an empty stomach. so he raised his voice a little] Bar Wench? Another two! [Pause] Wait, last time?
[Sam chuckled, and rolled his eyes. Okay, he'll go with this. Yep. Almost like normal. It was good, or, as good as they were going to get, probably.] Never mind. Remind me why we're drinking at this time of the day again?
Dude. [It's Dean's turn to roll his eyes this time as two heroically sized tankards of dark beer were deposited on the table in front of them.] Oktoberfest.
[It hadn't taken Dean very long at all to drag Sam out of the hotel room and to a bar. Sat at a table, Sam flipped the video on accidentally as he put his blackberry on the table, just as Dean spoke.]
This I can get on board with, Sammy: Beer and Bar wenches.
Dude, I told you last time: The bar wench thing doesn't go down well anymore.[But Sam's got a small smile tugging his lips. It was almost like normal. He could deal with normal.
Dude, Oktoberfest. It doesn't count. [He'd already eaten to stop Sam bitching about drinking on an empty stomach. so he raised his voice a little] Bar Wench? Another two! [Pause] Wait, last time?
[Sam chuckled, and rolled his eyes. Okay, he'll go with this. Yep. Almost like normal. It was good, or, as good as they were going to get, probably.] Never mind. Remind me why we're drinking at this time of the day again?
Dude. [It's Dean's turn to roll his eyes this time as two heroically sized tankards of dark beer were deposited on the table in front of them.] Oktoberfest.
