Disclaimer: Eric Kripke is the metaphorical father of Supernatural. Not I.

Warning 1: Thou shall not steal. Plagiarism is a dastardly deed. Thank you.

Warning 2: No beta reader. Apologies for everything wrong, including any uncharacteristic behavior of the Winchester brothers.

Timeline: There are no season spoilers. I would set this probably near end of Season 6 or late Season 6 just because it reflects the year for certain events. (Otherwise, this piece is reminiscent of the early seasons, such as 1 or 2.)

Format is dialogue only.

". . ." - This signifies a moment of silence, or no talking, in the dialogue.

These Simple Afternoons With You (And That We Thought We Knew)

By Jan J. (P.J.P.), Little Sister's Keepress

"Dean, where are you? I—Oh, my God—"

"You weren't supposed to see that."

"Dean, are you crying?"


"But your eyes are red, and there are—"

"Sam, just drop it. It's my dry eye syndrome."

"What? But I have drops for that. Why didn't you tell me? I can let you use—"

"Man, would you just stop talking? Fine. Yes."

"Do you want to—"

"No, I don't want to talk about it, Sammy."

"But, Dean, maybe it will help you feel better."

"No, Sam, I'm good. It's nothing. I'm good if you're good."

"Dean, I—Dean, what are you looking at?"


"You just switched it off! Hand over the remote."

"No. It's nothing, Sam!"

"Give me the remote!"


"Fine, Dean, you win."

"As I should, little brother."

". . ."

"Sam, what are you doing?!"

"Hah. I win. Who says that you need a remote to turn on the TV?"


"I never knew you looked at this often."

"Well, I don't!"

"Is she the reason why you're upset?"


"I see why you like her. She sort of reminds me of Missouri. Kind of like a mother figure?"

"She's nothing like Missouri! Dude, Missouri would beat us up, Sam, without remorse if we even so much as had one bad thought!"

"Dean, Missouri's nice. Well, to me. Man, I'm going to miss those inspiring stories, that kindness . . .and especially those book club discussions."

". . ."


"What? I can't express how I feel? You're not the only one who looks at Oprah!"

"Why didn't you tell me, Sammy?"

"Well, why didn't you tell me, Dean? You're not alone . . ."

" . . ."

"I know that it's going to be hard without her show there, Dean, but I heard that she's going to have her own network!"

"Really, Sam? Wait a minute. What am I saying?! This conversation never happened!"

"Okay. Say, how about I take you out for pie after all of this?"

"Sure. Hey, if I didn't know you, Sammy, I would think that you're cool."

"Well, I learned from the best, big brother."

"Now hurry up and let's go. I never want to relive you watching and crying over Oprah again."

"Dean, you did those, too!"

"No, I didn't. It was all you, Sammy, with the heart-to-heart sob fest and 'share our feelings' marathon. I admitted nothing."

". . ."

"That's right, Sam. Bow down to the master!"

"You are so immature and insensitive!"

"Aw. Don't worry. I won't tell."

". . ."

"Don't make me carry you, kicking and screaming. Someone here is getting pie. Or a quinoa cake if he's good."

" . . ."

"Would it kill you to smile a little, Sam?"

" . . ."

"See. Now was that so hard?"

"Sometimes I really wish for a sister."

"So do I, Sam, but then I realize I got one already."