Wicked, tricksy, false!
A/N: Drabble title taken from Gollum/Smeagol's dialogue in "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers."
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Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word: precious. Oneshot; mostly dialogue. It's a nice ring, a shiny ring, and Sam loves it. A little too much. Dean is concerned. VERY concerned. Yeah, like you didn't see all this coming.
Word count below the section line: 100
"....ohhh yesss...so sssshiny..."
Dean snorted. "Maybe you and your ring need to get a room there, bro'. I'm officially weirded out now."
"Not gonna share with you. No, nooo! It's mine! MINE!"
"Okay. No prob, Sasquatch. Just trying to understand why, that's all. Don't need your ring. I got one of my own, see?"
"You're...you're not gonna take precious from us?"
"Nope. If you're happy, I'm happy."
"So, can I see it? Just a quick look? Thanks."
The ring hit the water with a small splash; the toilet flushed.
"Dude. I lied, all right? Get over it. Geez..."