Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, just borrowing them for for a while and will return them in more or less the same condition. ;)
Warnings: One swear word. Drunken ramblings.
Characters(Pairings): Dean, Sam (no pairings)
Notes: Originally written over at Livejournal.
Dean was drunk.
He knew it, Sam knew it, hell, the whole world probably knew at this point.
Which brought up a good point. How did the whole world find out? Was it some great global network that let everyone know about things like this that the whole world should know?
Maybe people just talked really quickly, like Sam was doing right now.
"Dude, slow down," Dean said, or at least, he thought he said it. Sam wasn't paying any attention to him and his words didn't slow down.
So, Dean was drunk and Sam was talking really fast like a…like a…Dean frowned. What was fast? Looking up, he spotted a sign informing him that a town-wide Easter egg hunt would be taking place on Saturday blah blah blah. There was a rabbit on the paper.
Rabbits. They were fast. Like Sam. Bunnies were like Sam talked. Or something.
He took another gulp of the drink he hadn't realized he was holding.
So, rabbits were like Sam. Fast. Fast enough to get around the world to tell them Dean was drunk?
That sounded right.
Dean nodded decisively and tapped on Sam's shoulder to get his attention. The rabbit words finally stopped as Sam looked at him.
"Bunnies, bunnies, it must be bunnies!" Dean declared.
Sam blinked at him, looked like he was thinking, all scrunchy forehead and eyebrows, then he nodded.
Dean grinned and took another drink.