how dean's mind works
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“Calm down! So, okay – the fairy queen? Is this Mab, or Titania we're talking about?”
Dean stares. “Oh my God. Dude. Could you possibly be any more gay?” he exclaims in disgust, after a long, startled silence.
Sam snorts. “Well, yeah, Dean. I could actually sleep with guys. That would do it. Look, don't go getting pissy with me just because you don't know Shakespeare from Tennyson.”
Dean shakes his head sadly. “I don't even know what language you're speaking now. All I can hear is blah blah blah pretentious bullshit blah blah blah I like poetry blah blah blah Sammy is an enormous girl.”
“Some of us actually listened to the teachers in High School, Dean.”
Another part inspired this picture. To understand it, go read the great brother banter in the story. http://pandarus.livejournal.com/267923.html
