EW, STEPH WAS TOUCHING HIS ARM, WHAT THE HECK. She probably had, like... ammonia or some other kind of STD! God! Was she trying to get him sick? Not that Dean knew that 'ammonia' was not even a sickness, let alone a sexually transmitted disease, but, well. Let him live in his own little world. For the time being, he just stuck his tongue out at Steph, making a wrinkled face afterwards. Ew. Girls. They were so gross. Boys were way cooler.
This chick's name was Lily? Right. She said that before. ...Yeah, he probably wasn't going to remember. Right now, he was still fighting the random, stupid urges to call her 'Mom'. GOD, she reminded him so much of...
Shut up, Dean. Cookies were at hand. Dean hesitated, shifting from foot to foot and chewing on his lip. "You sure you're not gonna poison them or something? Because I know how to use a gun!" And he did! He was good at shooting soda cans! Not that they were soda cans and not that Dean had a gun right now, but the thought counted. "And I could totally take you guys!"
Okay. The warning was out there. No stupid adults would be thinking of putting Dran-O in his cookies. On that note. "Is Constable your first name? Because that's kinda mean of your parents." He kept inching towards Fraser, centimeter by centimeter. Hey, the guy was wicked cool. And, you know, had that Y chromosome. Therefore, they could be best friends.
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:36 pm (UTC)This chick's name was Lily? Right. She said that before. ...Yeah, he probably wasn't going to remember. Right now, he was still fighting the random, stupid urges to call her 'Mom'. GOD, she reminded him so much of...
Shut up, Dean. Cookies were at hand. Dean hesitated, shifting from foot to foot and chewing on his lip. "You sure you're not gonna poison them or something? Because I know how to use a gun!" And he did! He was good at shooting soda cans! Not that they were soda cans and not that Dean had a gun right now, but the thought counted. "And I could totally take you guys!"
Okay. The warning was out there. No stupid adults would be thinking of putting Dran-O in his cookies. On that note. "Is Constable your first name? Because that's kinda mean of your parents." He kept inching towards Fraser, centimeter by centimeter. Hey, the guy was wicked cool. And, you know, had that Y chromosome. Therefore, they could be best friends.