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It started as a game, really. One of those stupid pranks of theirs.
And this time it was Dean who had started it all, he had jammed his computer with all the busty Asian beauties, even if Sam had strictly told Dean not to watch porno on his laptop.
And enough was enough.
When Sam called Dean out for it, his brother just laughed and even had the audacity to say, "Sammy, a man had his needs. Not everyone chooses to live like a monk." His white teeth showed as he grinned widely at him.
And that did nothing to improve Sam’s mood, so he stared darkly at his brother, “Just remember who started it,” he warned, already thinking about how to make his brother pay.
Dean blew out a little whistle, “Someone’s pissed,” said him, in an amused tone, still smiling at Sam, his emerald green eyes twinkling with mirth and if it weren’t for the fact that his brother was being such a jerk at the moment, Sam would have find his expressions adorable.
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They were on a hunt, a simple salt’n’burn in a little town of Illinois. It had taken them two days to identify the spirit and put it to rest. They had been staying in a motel on the outskirts of the town and for all its dingy exterior, it had decent rooms.
Sam was the first to wake up that day, he gets so little sleep as it is, being plunged with the nightmares about Jess and was thankful for the sleep that he did manage to get that night because of exhaustion. Dean and he were digging up the grave the previous night and Sam was satisfied because of a job well done.
He looked at his brother’s sleeping form on the other queen-sized bed. He looks so peaceful when he’s fast asleep. His mouth-half opened, all the tense expressions gone from his face which made him look younger and softer with those big eyelashes. Sam took a moment of too long to watch his brother before he was up and about to start his day.
When he returned back to the motel, Dean was still asleep.
Sam put their breakfast on the table before throwing open the curtains to let the morning light it, then he proceeded to wake his brother up, “Rise and shine, Dean-o,” he said in a loud voice, yanking the blanket off from his brother.
His brother grumbled as he sat on his bed, “You could be louder, y’know.”
Sam rolled his eyes and just to spite his brother, “Got some breakfast,” he said in a louder voice.
“Smartass,” Dean mumbled as he passed by Sam to make a beeline from the bathroom.
Once his brother was ready and was busy devouring a cheeseburger with extra bacon, “I also got an apple pie,” Sam announced, “The owner said that's their best selling item.” He unpacked the food contents on the table.
“You are awesome, Sammy,” said Dean with his mouth full as he smiled up at Sam.
“Gross,” complained Sam, as he pushed his own salad around the plastic container.
“Gimme the pie,” said Dean as he swallowed the last of the big bite of the burger.
Sam shook his head minutely as he pushed the bag towards Dean.
“Good stuff,” His brother commented, unpacking the box of pox.
Sam nodded in acknowledgement and waited as Dean scooped up some pie with a spoon and took a mouthful and chewed.
He burst out laughing when a grimace took over his brother's face, “Dude, what the fuck!” His brother cried out, swallowing the food with an effort, “You’re ruining my whole day!”
“Gotta ya,” teased Sam, his lips curled up into a grin, “Stop being a drama queen.”
“You're the one with the bangs,” Dean bit back, without missing a beat.
“A pinch of salt wouldn't hurt you, man,” Sam said as his brother retorted back and wasn’t able to stop his laugh that bubbled when Dean gave him a scandalous look.
“A pinch. That was like half a pound, man! My tongue’s still bitter,” Dean complained, “I’ll not forget this. Ever. Traitor.”
On cue, you could hear Sam’s hearty laughter.
(TO BE CONTINUED?)