You know the one! You met him before, didn't you? He smells bad, like when we forgot to close the fridge all day. Dad was so mad. Remember? [He doesn't give much time for Dean to process what he's trying to say, though. Sammy hops up onto his feet, looking particularly determined, eyes sparkling with some excitement.] ... I'll show you! I know where he's at; I'll go get him, Dean!
[He's running from the picnic blanket, stepping on and breaking some of the crayons as he goes (isn't that just like Sam, to accidentally break things, trying to do something helpful?). He's excitable and buzzing with the energy of a kid who had eaten too much candy, gotten so little sleep that he's practically unhinged with delirious joy. He's running toward the collective of trees that line the top of the hill, the kind that lead into a pleasant hiking trail.]
Then we'll have a dog — a dog we can hide from Dad, 'cus he won't be able to see it!
The devisible one!
[Wrong word. Sammy took a while to get the hang of using too-smart, big-brained words to annoy his brother. In the dimming light of the hiking trail ahead, deep, rattling growls carry across the pleasant hilltop. The stench of rotten eggs follow the sweeping, sudden wind.]
C'mere, little doggy!
[Sam shoves his fingers into his mouth as he runs toward the dark, tries to whistle, and nothing happens.
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You know the one! You met him before, didn't you? He smells bad, like when we forgot to close the fridge all day. Dad was so mad. Remember? [He doesn't give much time for Dean to process what he's trying to say, though. Sammy hops up onto his feet, looking particularly determined, eyes sparkling with some excitement.] ... I'll show you! I know where he's at; I'll go get him, Dean!
[He's running from the picnic blanket, stepping on and breaking some of the crayons as he goes (isn't that just like Sam, to accidentally break things, trying to do something helpful?). He's excitable and buzzing with the energy of a kid who had eaten too much candy, gotten so little sleep that he's practically unhinged with delirious joy. He's running toward the collective of trees that line the top of the hill, the kind that lead into a pleasant hiking trail.]
Then we'll have a dog — a dog we can hide from Dad, 'cus he won't be able to see it!
The devisible one!
[Wrong word. Sammy took a while to get the hang of using too-smart, big-brained words to annoy his brother. In the dimming light of the hiking trail ahead, deep, rattling growls carry across the pleasant hilltop. The stench of rotten eggs follow the sweeping, sudden wind.]
C'mere, little doggy!
[Sam shoves his fingers into his mouth as he runs toward the dark, tries to whistle, and nothing happens.
Hasn't figured it out yet.]