Fourth Floor common room, Wednesday evening

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Dean was ensconced in front of the tv, plenty of unhealthy snacks within easy reach. On the tv was something with a lot of car chases and explosions. Perfect for mindless viewing.


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"Yes I did," Sam replied, nearly whining, and now he wasn't looking at Dean anymore. "I told you that wasn't what I meant, because I don't still like her. I mean, I like her as a friend and a roommate, but that's it."

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"You never could look at me when you lie," Dean observed.

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Sam picked his head up and looked back up at Dean. "I'm not lying."

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Dean looked long and hard at his brother, then finally nodded slowly. "Okay."

He still was pretty sure that there was more there than Sammy was admitting, but if Sammy wanted to deny it this badly, who was he to pull it out of him? It's not like this was something he oculd actually fix.

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Sam let out a breath like he'd been holding it back. He couldn't tell if Dean really believed him, but at least he wasn't arguing about it anymore. "Okay. Good."

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Trying to get the conversation back on track, Dean said, "But you do like Buffy, right?"

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"Of course I do," Sam replied quickly. "I wouldn't be dating her if I didn't."

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"You don't have any moral objection to making out with her, do you? Because I'm going to start worrying about you if you do."

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Sam turned a little red as he thought about making out with Buffy, because really, it was a very nice thought. "No, I don't, don't worry."

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"Good. You do that when she comes back," Dean advised. "Who knows? One thing might lead to another and you'll find yourself in the middle of a non-one-night-stand meaningful experience."

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"Maybe," Sam said, smiling gently. "I guess we'll have to wait and see."