[Holy mother of God, might he actually have something in common with the triangle-sweatered teenager? Dean finds it a little hard to believe that the young man is interested in cars, and that's all he homes in on when it comes to the conversation. Rambling about his own vehicle is one of his favorite things to do, aside from smack Sammy's hand away from the radio knob while he's driving, and singing horribly off-key to piss him off. He shrugs a little at Santana's comment; his height's never phased him.]
I'm only six feet, three inches. My brother's taller.
[The excitement is obvious in his voice as he gets to the important part of the conversation.]
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Date: 2010-11-01 01:41 am (UTC)I'm only six feet, three inches. My brother's taller.
[The excitement is obvious in his voice as he gets to the important part of the conversation.]
...You like cars?
[Dean gets a stupid, goofy smile on his face.]
What's yours?