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Title: Boy Talk
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kellifer_fic
Rating: Adult (for language)
Category: SPN, Gen.
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 589
Summary: This would never be a topic on morning talk-back radio.
Notes: So a little while ago there was debate floating around about what women preferred to call a particular part of the male anatomy.
“So apparently girls prefer cock.”
Sam nearly spits his whole mouthful of coffee across the table and only just manages to swallow it before spluttering, “What?”
Dean has a magazine open on the table between them, his head held up by one hand while he is flipping pages with the other. It was a magazine that had been in a rack at the front of the café and Sam had been looking forward to teasing Dean about choosing Woman’s World over Modern Biker which had been the only other magazine in the rack
“Cock,” Dean repeats, like Sam has misheard and the woman in the booth behind them hustles herself and her three children out, taking a moment to glare at them over her shoulder.
“Well, yeah. Some do but then some-”
“Guys prefer dick,” Dean continues, blithely ignoring the alarming shade of purple his brother is turning.
“Not all guys,” Sam says, slapping an indignant hand on the table and Dean finally looks up at him and rolls his eyes.
“To say,” he clarifies. “What they prefer to call it.”
“Oh,” Sam says. “You mean what they call the penis?”
Dean raises an eyebrow. “Always so clinical, Sammy.”
“I would’ve thought cock would be too harsh,” Sam says, ignoring the jibe. It’s a rare occurrence to be able to get into a debate with Dean about anything and despite the subject matter, he isn’t going to let opportunity just pass him by.
“It’s not as bad as the other C word,” Dean says and it’s Sam’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“The other C word?” he asks, incredulous. His brother is crass, sometimes bordering on downright repugnant and Sam is amazed to find that there is something he would draw the line at. Dean pulls a face as the couple on the other side of them also vacates, the woman loudly declaring that they are disgusting as they pass and the boyfriend tossing them a nervous glance like he’s worried if they take issue with what she said he would end up the one on the business end of someone's fist.
“Yeah. I mean, pussy’s fine but I hate the… other word,” Dean admits, taking a swallow of his coffee. He’d ordered scrambled eggs, layered ketchup on them and then proceeded to eat most of Sam’s pancakes.
“So what do they call semen?” Sam asks, finding himself fascinated. He supposes picking up the woman’s magazine wasn’t the dumbest thing his brother has done. He would never admit it, but he’d taken to perusing Jess’s stash whenever she’d left them out.
“Dunno,” Dean says, shrugging. “I like man-jam personally.”
“Yergh!” Sam exclaims. He’d been aiming his fork for Dean’s eggs and now diverts, stabbing Dean in the hand instead. “Never say those words before ten in the morning ever again.”
Dean scowls and rubs his hand, flipping the magazine closed.
“You’ve been with enough women that you should know,” Sam says and Dean looks thoughtful for a moment.
“Hang on,” he says. His voice goes up into a high falsetto when he adds, “Ow, you got it in my eye!” He blinks and chuckles. “Nope, just it.”
“Aw, gross!” Sam says, letting his head drop to the tabletop.
“Dude, you asked,” Dean says, sounding miffed.
Author:
kellifer_ficRating: Adult (for language)
Category: SPN, Gen.
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 589
Summary: This would never be a topic on morning talk-back radio.
Notes: So a little while ago there was debate floating around about what women preferred to call a particular part of the male anatomy.
“So apparently girls prefer cock.”
Sam nearly spits his whole mouthful of coffee across the table and only just manages to swallow it before spluttering, “What?”
Dean has a magazine open on the table between them, his head held up by one hand while he is flipping pages with the other. It was a magazine that had been in a rack at the front of the café and Sam had been looking forward to teasing Dean about choosing Woman’s World over Modern Biker which had been the only other magazine in the rack
“Cock,” Dean repeats, like Sam has misheard and the woman in the booth behind them hustles herself and her three children out, taking a moment to glare at them over her shoulder.
“Well, yeah. Some do but then some-”
“Guys prefer dick,” Dean continues, blithely ignoring the alarming shade of purple his brother is turning.
“Not all guys,” Sam says, slapping an indignant hand on the table and Dean finally looks up at him and rolls his eyes.
“To say,” he clarifies. “What they prefer to call it.”
“Oh,” Sam says. “You mean what they call the penis?”
Dean raises an eyebrow. “Always so clinical, Sammy.”
“I would’ve thought cock would be too harsh,” Sam says, ignoring the jibe. It’s a rare occurrence to be able to get into a debate with Dean about anything and despite the subject matter, he isn’t going to let opportunity just pass him by.
“It’s not as bad as the other C word,” Dean says and it’s Sam’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“The other C word?” he asks, incredulous. His brother is crass, sometimes bordering on downright repugnant and Sam is amazed to find that there is something he would draw the line at. Dean pulls a face as the couple on the other side of them also vacates, the woman loudly declaring that they are disgusting as they pass and the boyfriend tossing them a nervous glance like he’s worried if they take issue with what she said he would end up the one on the business end of someone's fist.
“Yeah. I mean, pussy’s fine but I hate the… other word,” Dean admits, taking a swallow of his coffee. He’d ordered scrambled eggs, layered ketchup on them and then proceeded to eat most of Sam’s pancakes.
“So what do they call semen?” Sam asks, finding himself fascinated. He supposes picking up the woman’s magazine wasn’t the dumbest thing his brother has done. He would never admit it, but he’d taken to perusing Jess’s stash whenever she’d left them out.
“Dunno,” Dean says, shrugging. “I like man-jam personally.”
“Yergh!” Sam exclaims. He’d been aiming his fork for Dean’s eggs and now diverts, stabbing Dean in the hand instead. “Never say those words before ten in the morning ever again.”
Dean scowls and rubs his hand, flipping the magazine closed.
“You’ve been with enough women that you should know,” Sam says and Dean looks thoughtful for a moment.
“Hang on,” he says. His voice goes up into a high falsetto when he adds, “Ow, you got it in my eye!” He blinks and chuckles. “Nope, just it.”
“Aw, gross!” Sam says, letting his head drop to the tabletop.
“Dude, you asked,” Dean says, sounding miffed.