Dean stared, horrified, at the scene in front of him. He was sure that his eyes were round, like in the cartoons, as he resisted the urge to grab Sammy and shake him.
Sam's bottom lip trembled, as he attempted to hide behind the shower curtain. "Didn't do nothing," he muttered defiantly, the threat of tears already leaking into his voice.
"This..." Dean trailed off as the magnitude of the potential cleanup hit him. God, there were things floating in it. Pastor Jim was going to kill them. "What did you do?"
With Dean's rising voice, Sam burst into loud tears and shrieked back at ear splitting level, "Didn't do nothing!"
As was kind of expected, at least by Dean who'd had to put up with it when Sammy decided to be a little brat and yell, footsteps pounded down the hallway. Pastor Jim skidded to a halt in the doorway, obviously having decided that Sammy's shrieks required double time or his big brother might kill him.
"It wasn't me," Dean quickly said, putting his hands up in front of him.
Of course, just as Sam started yelling that it wasn't him either, the toilet finally overflowed, things and all.
They were so getting it when Dad got back. And it wasn't even Dean's fault.
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Date: 2007-06-26 06:41 am (UTC)"What did you do?"
Dean stared, horrified, at the scene in front of him. He was sure that his eyes were round, like in the cartoons, as he resisted the urge to grab Sammy and shake him.
Sam's bottom lip trembled, as he attempted to hide behind the shower curtain. "Didn't do nothing," he muttered defiantly, the threat of tears already leaking into his voice.
"This..." Dean trailed off as the magnitude of the potential cleanup hit him. God, there were things floating in it. Pastor Jim was going to kill them. "What did you do?"
With Dean's rising voice, Sam burst into loud tears and shrieked back at ear splitting level, "Didn't do nothing!"
As was kind of expected, at least by Dean who'd had to put up with it when Sammy decided to be a little brat and yell, footsteps pounded down the hallway. Pastor Jim skidded to a halt in the doorway, obviously having decided that Sammy's shrieks required double time or his big brother might kill him.
"It wasn't me," Dean quickly said, putting his hands up in front of him.
Of course, just as Sam started yelling that it wasn't him either, the toilet finally overflowed, things and all.
They were so getting it when Dad got back. And it wasn't even Dean's fault.