unamaga | now i want chocolate

Robin told me to, and I can't really say no to her, because she is so prettie.

Get your own valentinr

ETA: Today is Sunday. And this is Sunday's theme song: Je Ne Veux Pas Travailler, which pretty much means "I Don't Want to Work" (for all those out there who suck at languages as badly as I do). Yup. Happy Sunday!

And, ok, a while ago, Kate asked me to write some drunk!Sam. I started to, and then I realized I had never actually been properly drunk, and everything sort of screeched to a halt. So, here's what popped out before my stupidity caught up with me.

Dean – Dean’s freaking awesome, man. He, like, he can do this thing with his eyes where they get all squinty and suspicious and, yeah. Sam has to stop there to giggle, because suspicious is such an awesome word when you think about it. Who’d ever think c would make that kind of sound, right?

“Dude, you’re trashed,” Dean says.

“Hahaha, I said that out loud!” Sam says, because that’s just the funniest thing ever, that he was talking and he didn’t mean to. He thinks of his lips flapping like bird wings, and then his imaginary mouth suddenly has feathers and that’s funny too. “I have feathers on my mouth, Dean!”

Dean looks at him blankly. “How are we related?”

“Well, see, when a mommie and daddie love each other ver – uh – very much,” Sam starts seriously. A waitress walks by with a large tray of drinks, and one of them is electric blue. Sam bets that tastes really, really good. He wants one.

He calls the waitress over with a loud holler and wonders why Dean's head makes that weird sound when it thunks down on the table. Is his head hollow? Like a chocolate bunny?

now i want chocolate

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