Fifth floor common room, Sunday evening

[nadiathesaint]

The third floor was hosting a movie night tonight, according to the posters, but Nadia didn't have the energy for snarking at a movie in a crowd of people, so she curled up on the couch on the fifth floor instead with the coffee and soup Walter had brought her and a book.

What language did she love in?

[ooc: open]

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[likethegun]

"Can you let me do it?" The thought of saying anything about this to his dad made Sam's stomach feel like it was trying to flip backwards, but the alternative would be so much worse. "You know he's going to be pissed, and it'll be better if he's pissed at me. At least then we'll be maintaining the status quo."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Okay. But make sure I'm around when you do. That way if things start to go bad, I can... run interference or something."

[likethegun]

"Okay, I will." He smiled lightly, trying to sound joking. "Just think, if I leave, you won't have to get between me and Dad's fights anymore. That ought to be a nice change of pace."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Not really. Not if you're not here." Dean rolled his eyes at himself. "And I'm turning into a frigging Hallmark card right before your eyes."

[likethegun]

"Hey, how do you think I feel? I'm not exactly comfortable saying most of this stuff either. But hey, at least you're saying all of this to me. Who else could you safely be embarrassing in front of?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"True. I've been spouting embarrassing stuff in front of all sorts of people, but at least you're family. You're supposed to like me even when I am embarrassing."

[likethegun]

Sam sat still for a few moments, thinking. He knew this might end up seeming mean, but he had to ask while Dean couldn't lie to him. "What kinds of embarrassing things have you been saying?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"The most embarrassing was me making out with Alec," Dean heard himself say, then glared at his brother. "Sammy!"

[likethegun]

Sam had a split second of triumph before he fully realized what Dean said. "Wait, what?!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I made out with Alec," Dean repeated, then whapped Sam on the shoulder hard. "Would you fucking stop asking me that?"

[likethegun]

"No, I will not stop asking!" Sam thwapped Dean in the chest in return. "When the hell did this happen? How the hell did this happen?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Last Wednesday evening. We were arguing over who won at boy kissy and decided we needed a rematch and once we started it was too good to just stop." Dean whapped Sam harder. "Stop that! Or, better yet, tell me your deep dark secret that you don't want me to know. If I'm going to be embarrassed here, I'm not going to be the only one."

[likethegun]

"Just too good?" Sam brought his hands up to cover his eyes, trying to block out any threatening mental images. "Oh god, this did not actually happen. You liked it?" He pulled his hands away long enough to give a shaky flail. "No, no, I take that question back, really."

At Dean's question, Sam brought his hands back over his mouth, stifling his response, although the word "Dawn" might have come through clearer than he intended.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah I liked it. A lot." Dean rolled his eyes. "And if you don't want to know, then stop fucking asking me!"

He frowned at Sam's muffled response, just catching the word Dawn. "What about Dawn?"

[likethegun]

"One last question: are you out of your mind?!"

Sam sighed, looking away from Dean. "I still like Dawn. A lot. Probably more than I did when you started dating her." This? Was a complete and total backfire.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean sighed. "No. I almost wish I was. It would explain a lot." He looked at Sam sharply. "I thought you were okay with me dating Dawn."

[likethegun]

"I am okay with you dating Dawn, because she wants to be with you, and amazingly enough, you seem to be making her really happy. But that doesn't really change the fact that I have feelings for her." Sam shook his head, groaning. "Okay, you've proven your point that I suck, so can we please stop talking about this?

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"No, not yet," Dean found himself answering the self evident question and rolled his eyes again. "What about Buffy?"

[likethegun]

"I like Buffy," Sam explained, almost frantically. "She's pretty and sweet and doesn't think you and I are crazy which gives her a hell of a lot of bonus points in my book. I wouldn't be so concerned about what happened to her this weekend if I didn't like her."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Okay, well that's good at least," Dean said. "But you like Dawn more?"

[likethegun]

Sam made a face as though he was trying really hard not to answer. "Yes, I do."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey." Dean nudged Sam's shoulder and waited for him to look up. "You could've told me this, y'know. I thought you'd decided you just liked Dawn as a friend when you didn't make any moves."

[likethegun]

"I didn't make any moves because I chickened out," Sam admitted when he looked up. "This just didn't seem like something I could tell you. I'm sorry."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well you were wrong," Dean told him bluntly, but added a little smile to it to soften the words. "That kinda thing I need to know if I'm not going to accidentally be shoving your face in things that hurt you without my meaning them to."

[likethegun]

"Since when do you care about what you shove my face into?" Sam asked, realizing too late that that couldn't exactly be taken as playful and rhetoric as he'd intended. "I didn't mean to ask that, sorry."