It's not going to be tomorrow. They both know that. It could be weeks from now - years even. And if Cordelia's still around, she'll probably wait for him too. "Say goodbye to Sam for me?"
Dean just looks mock-horrified, "Like that? Sorry sweetheart, I don't swing that way..."
This?? This was perfect, mate. I could see Dean's face, I could hear his voice. This was just such a great little fic to read...the Sam/Cordy friendship, the way Dean keeps checking out Cordelia, unsure of how to approach her when usually he's got women eating out of his hand?? Love it.
You should write these two more often! A sequel perhaps?? * bats eyelashes*
Oh! And extra points for setting it when Papa was alive...cause it makes my Inner Dean happy to have Dad around somewhere. LOL
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Date: 2007-02-24 06:40 am (UTC)This?? This was perfect, mate. I could see Dean's face, I could hear his voice. This was just such a great little fic to read...the Sam/Cordy friendship, the way Dean keeps checking out Cordelia, unsure of how to approach her when usually he's got women eating out of his hand?? Love it.
You should write these two more often! A sequel perhaps?? * bats eyelashes*
Oh! And extra points for setting it when Papa was alive...cause it makes my Inner Dean happy to have Dad around somewhere. LOL
*HUGGLES*