The Journal of Sam Winchester

(not Sammy)


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Sam Winchester psychic_wonder
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Room 320, Tuesday Evening
Class time had come and gone and, thankfully, no one had said anything to Sam about last night's radio and what Peter had been doing. That didn't mean Peter was off the hook though, so Sam had no problem spending the evening texting him back with all the dirtiest things he could think of. He wasn't sure if he'd have the nerve to send dirty pictures, but the night was young.

[Open, sure.]

After a few texts, Sam's phone rang.

Sam glanced at the phone and smirked when he saw the caller ID. "What, no more dirty messages? I get to talk to you in person now?"

"I thought the offer in that last text was too good to refuse," Peter replied.

"You're lucky I'm sending you any texts at all. Did you know I was doing radio last night while you sent those?" Sam asked.

"No?" Peter said, far, far too innocently.

"Yeah right. I was trying to focus and you started in and they just kept getting worse!" Sam said. Of course he could have turned his phone off, but he didn't want to be mean about it.

"I wanted you to know I was thinking about you," Peter said. "Even if I'm not on the island."

"I know you're thinking about me without you making me all flustered while I'm trying to work," Sam said, sighing. "I have to admit, you're very creative."

"Hey, you texted me while I was talking to Mom," Peter said. "I'd say we're even."

Sam laughed. "I didn't know you were talking to your mother. Now I wish I had taken a picture of myself."

"Is that still on the table?" Peter asked. "Because I'd love one if you're sending."

Yanno, in addition to the one Peter had never deleted from his phone.

"Um, is there anyone else around?" Sam asked, because that was a very important thing to check.

"I may have been fibbing about Mom earlier," Peter admitted.

"Jerk," Sam teased. He got quiet for a minute, not sure about whether or not this was a good idea. "You really want me to take a picture?"

"You love me," Peter teased back. "I'd enjoy a picture. I'm not going to force you though."

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