Supernatural double drabble - Numbered
Jul. 16th, 2010 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charybdisI keep obsessing about Sam's test scores. Even ones that are pure fanon. Really. R for language.
There's a moment of silence when she asks about Sam's LSAT score, but Dean's smile stays perfect-con steady.
"One-seventy... four?"
It's only the surprise at being asked that makes Sam hesitate. That's the only possible explanation, especially after Wikipedia informs Dean that a score higher than 172 is in the 99th percentile. No way did Sam forget. Big thing like that, he wouldn't forget.
This feels weirdly like something he should know about Sam. The way she latches onto the number, certain that Sam will know it like Dean knows the model year of his baby, it seems like he's somehow missed another part of who his brother is.
(If that publisher lady had asked about Sam's PSAT score, though. Dean would've said, "two-twenty-fucking-one," easy, because that was the number, the fucking number that Sam gloated about for weeks, the number that got him the scholarship that gave him momentum when he walked out that door and -- obeying orders for the first damn time in his life -- didn't come back.)
There's a moment of silence when she asks about Sam's LSAT score, but Dean's smile stays perfect-con steady.
"One-seventy... four?"
It's only the surprise at being asked that makes Sam hesitate. That's the only possible explanation, especially after Wikipedia informs Dean that a score higher than 172 is in the 99th percentile. No way did Sam forget. Big thing like that, he wouldn't forget.
This feels weirdly like something he should know about Sam. The way she latches onto the number, certain that Sam will know it like Dean knows the model year of his baby, it seems like he's somehow missed another part of who his brother is.
(If that publisher lady had asked about Sam's PSAT score, though. Dean would've said, "two-twenty-fucking-one," easy, because that was the number, the fucking number that Sam gloated about for weeks, the number that got him the scholarship that gave him momentum when he walked out that door and -- obeying orders for the first damn time in his life -- didn't come back.)
