aiming for skyofdiamonds.

[trickntreats]

Mun, mun, mun. Really? You want to play a trick on me?

Weeell, if you insist. But don't forget--I'm gonna be grading you.

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[upstairsbrain]

Does there have to be an explanation? I just asked a question. Nothing more to it.

[trickntreats]

Pfft, you're no fun. But as it happens, Sam, my boy, your big bro might be coming along for the ride.

[upstairsbrain]

[Pinged.]

... Think you can resist messing with him, for once?

[trickntreats]

Now what gave you the idea that I'd want to do that?

[upstairsbrain]

[Once again... :l ]

I dunno, probably... every time we've seen you, ever.

[trickntreats]

Resistance is futile, Sammy.

Mmmost of the time.

[Only concession Sam's going to get that maybe the Winchesters were kind of right. About some things, anyway.]

[upstairsbrain]

Right. [If Sam face/palmed, he might do that here. But, instead, he just sighs.]

Good luck with all that, then.

[trickntreats]

Here's a thought: you could always come along to keep an eye on him. After all, no one gets into trouble quicker than Dean.

[upstairsbrain]

[That's true. Sam's expression is dubious, though.]

Yeah, right. I only hope my Mun's not sadistic enough to throw me in another--

[...]

... Game. Yeah, just... don't give her ideas.

[trickntreats]

Sam, Sam, Sam. I wouldn't dream of giving your mun more ideas. They do that just fine all on their own.

[Besides, the seed is potentially already planted.]

[upstairsbrain]

[Potentially... yes, yes, it is.]

... Dammit.

[trickntreats]

[Just as planned. He's going to laugh now.]

I'm sure I'll see you around, Sammy-boy!

[upstairsbrain]

[Sam just grumbles, and heads off. What is his life.]