Sam looked up from his laptop when his phone chirped with a new text. Wincing as he jostled his sprained knee, he reached out and plucked the phone off of the nightstand.
:Finished off the rugaru. Headed back to the room now.:
It was difficult with his large fingers, but Sam managed to text Dean back.
:How’d it go? You get hurt?:
:Nah, just a couple of scratches. Better off than the other guy there.:
:There was someone else there? Who?:
:Found a naked boy completely buried under a pile of her clothes and terrified...she says she was ‘saving him for later.’:
:That’s disturbing.:
:Tell me about it. He was even nerdier than you, Sammy. Probably would’ve given her heartburn.:
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Supernatural, Sam & Dean
Date: 2010-05-24 04:48 am (UTC):Finished off the rugaru. Headed back to the room now.:
It was difficult with his large fingers, but Sam managed to text Dean back.
:How’d it go? You get hurt?:
:Nah, just a couple of scratches. Better off than the other guy there.:
:There was someone else there? Who?:
:Found a naked boy completely buried under a pile of her clothes and terrified...she says she was ‘saving him for later.’:
:That’s disturbing.:
:Tell me about it. He was even nerdier than you, Sammy. Probably would’ve given her heartburn.:
:…You’re such a jerk, Dean.: