"I. Don't. Like. Needles." John said clearly. "Rather be shot. But it's Dean, so I'm going to goddamn well suck it up."
"You don't like needles?" Sam asked, voice cracking on a slightly hysterical laugh. "Needles? Not... Daevas? Not hydras, or dragons or zombies? Needles? No shit?"
"Sam?" His father rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Yes, great hunter?"
"Shut the hell up." John winced as the needle slid into his arm,
It made me laugh out loud. Just perfect for those two -- love how they've developed a decent relationship on the way to finding/saving Dean. Happy sigh. Thanks, y'all, DC
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Date: 2006-06-03 04:17 pm (UTC)Happy sigh.
Thanks, y'all,
DC