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reblog if you are the hot sibling

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Yeah. I'm damn lucky to have him.

Guess I'm pretty lucky to have you tolerate me too, right?

  You’re lucky he likes you, Hall. I can tolerate you. Thanks.

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[ HUGE FUCKIN' GRIN, and theeen--he takes half a step forward and-- ]

  Nice ass. Fancy hair. Cute when you blush. 

Really.

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I'd fight back if there was a chance of Dean not being mad at me. [ sits down. ] It looks neat.

  It’s my 'I can beat up my brother's boyfriend' look.

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Don't worry, Aunt Rory. You're always cool.

SAM, MY BOI--

"Look who it is, assuming you are not here for meaningful aunt-like advise, I point you towards the room with the loud guitar strumming. Past the idiot trying to paint the nursery covered in paint. Please enjoy your stay in the house of chaos."

[ loud yelling from his room ] Mom! Be cool!

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[ loooong silence, longer shock. his face splits into a smile. ]

You--really?

  Reciprocate— Always with the big fuck’n words.

You have a nice ass and fancy hair. ‘Course I like you, fuckface. 

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...Least I can say I tried.

I--I understand if you don't reciprocate my feelings, I just--I thought it was important that you know.

  [Grabs his wrist] I assumed. 

You ain’t so subtle, Ade. No offence. 

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I--uh. Ahm, I--I--[ this is a lot harder than i thought it would be. ]

Uuuuuh--[ fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck me-- ] Ikindoflikeyoualrightbye-- [ pats his shoulder. EXIT STAGE RIGHT-- ]

  …Spit it out, Hall.

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Lucky me. Your eyeliner looks nice, though. I guess.

  Your ginger isn’t even home yet. So you’re stuck with his wonderful sister.

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Yes, but I don't have my own Dean.

Oh wait. I do.

Do you even have your own house?

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deanbarton

I--I need to tell you something. It's important. And then I'm going to run away so you can't judge me.

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I get it.

  I could totally kick your ass.

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...kay.

I could totally kick your ass if you ever hurt my brother.

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It's unholy of you to use fuckhead and Christmas in the same sentence.

adrian—hall

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Ain't no rest for the wicked, son. C'mon, up and at 'em.

I bought you a gift.

D’ya mind. I was sleepin’.

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“you’re like a son to me”

“dad, i am your son”