Dean wandered into the library, looking miffed and carrying a pile of books. He saw that Sam was manning the desk today, and couldn't decide whether to be pleased or to run away screaming. He didn't particularly want to dwell on the whole carnival-bet-issue, but he needed major help in World History. "Hey, so I was planning on looking up books about the English Civil War. But you're here, and I think I'm entitled to some notes. So looks like I got off easy."
Sam glanced up and tried to figure out whether or not he was pleased to see Dean. "You might want to look for those books anyway," he said as he flipped through his notebook to look for the latest ones from World History. "You may be entitled to my notes, but they'll only get you so far." He pulled the notes out and handed them to Dean with a weak smile. "By the way, I'm sorry if my brother freaked you out at the carnival."
"Every little bit helps, though," he said, taking the notes with relief. He'd go photocopy them and bring them back when he got the chance. "And freaked out is, uh. An understatement. I take it told you about. Um. It?" Dean blushed, even though he was trying really, really hard not to.
"Me too, obviously," he muttered, lips tingling residually. "But hey, I figure it must be twice as weird for you two as it is for me. I mean, your brother kissed a guy who looks exactly like you. And not, um. Shyly, either." He shrugged, not even bothering to fathom what sort of crazy was going on there.
"He was calling your bluff, I think. And he argued that it was a kissing booth, so he had to kiss everyone. Plus, I think he just enjoyed weirding you out, 'cause he's an ass like that." That was Sam's story, and he was sticking to it.
"Right." Dean was willing to buy that, even if. Well, if someone who looked like his little sister tried to get him to make out with her, there wouldn't be a force on the planet that would make him do it. "Well he definitely succeeded in that. Even if I wouldn't go that far, myself. I take it he dunked you good, though, huh?" He grinned. Oh, sibling rivalry.
"I'm sure there's a limit to how far Dean will go with some things, but it's pretty far out there. And yes," he said, rolling his eyes, "he thoroughly enjoyed dunking me. I'm never volunteering again."
"Always a good thing," Dean agreed, trying not to be too bitter about Rory being long-distance. "Alec was macking on my not-girlfriend, which was maybe not so cool, though. I mean, I know this Rory is different from my Rory, but it's still weird."
"I have to say, I'm really glad there isn't a different version of anyone I know here. That would just get really confusing," Sam said. "Just remember that this Rory really isn't the one you know...and don't be too offended, because Alec macks on anything that stands still long enough for him to do so."
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