Oh, I can differentiate between the two. It’s super easy because I have a brother. He’s 5 years younger than me. We’re close but our relationship is completely sane, thanks. I spent pretty much this whole weekend with him and his gf and my husband and I can give you a whole bunch of ways we’re nothing like Sam and Dean. For instance, not once during this weekend did either of us gaze at the other like this:
And as shocking as it may seem, we spent all that time together and yet rarely found the need to stand right on top of each other. We enjoy our personal space. I’m saying we don’t go in for this type of nonsense:
We rode on an elevator and this didn’t happen:
Not once did he signal that I should look at his crotch like so:
Neither of us have broken up with a romantic partner for the other.
Never has he been in trouble and I decided to kill myself to bargain with reapers.
I did sell my soul for him once… oh no wait. That was Sam and Dean.
See, my brother and I? We’re just normal. Ordinary, boring people. We’re NOT Sam and Dean. There is nothing normal about them or their relationship.
So yeah. I have no trouble differentiating between fiction and reality. Seems like that might be a huge problem for you though. You obviously cannot tell the difference between the fantasy world and the one we live in. I hope you get help with that.
Haha- I completely forgot that my brother has a blog and follows me. He must have been pretty bored on his trip down to Florida yesterday because he checked my blog and saw this. I got a text from him last night which I’m sharing with his permission:
One thing you didn’t mention is that no one ever mistakes us for a couple like they do S&D. We don’t even look alike so it’s not like they just know we’re brother and sister. Maybe it’s because we don’t give off a “they want to bone” vibe like your Winchesters do. lol
Why do they stare at each other’s mouths all the time?? I am distantly aware that you have a mouth but the only time I stare is when you have something stuck in your teeth.
You might not have sold your soul for me but remember that time when I was elementary school and Cheryl kept picking on me and you held her down and made her eat dirt? That was kind of the same thing. Not really. I still appreciate it tho.
Thanks, bubba. I hope you don’t get carried off by mosquitoes or alligators on your camping trip.
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