A/N - Okay, we've had the hurt/comfort. And now for a comfort of a different sort...


Part 2 – I only put up with you 'cause we're related

"No no NOOOOOO-"

"Uh, Sam?"

"My laptop's dead. It's dead!"

"Here. Lemme take a look at it."

"That—that's the damn Blue Screen of Death, Dean! The Blue Screen of Death! We're screwed!"

"No, we're not."

"Yeah, we are! We're broke! No internet? I can't live like that!"

"Okay. It's fixed."

"What? Huh?"

"Yeah. Look."

"How did you-"

" 'cause I am the coolest big brother who ever lived, that's how. Bow before me, Sasquatch. Worship my total awesomeness."

"I hate you."

"Nah, you love me."


A/N: The whiny behavior that Sam Winchester displayed in this drabble is totally unrelated to the way this author reacted when she observed the dreaded Blue Screen of Death on her own computer over two weeks ago. I would never cry, scream, cuss like a longshoreman or shuffle around my apartment moaning, "I miss my computer!"

Seriously.

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.