A/N: Short crack-ish one shot dedicated to my Dean! I hope you enjoy it Jesi!!
"Aww, c'mon, Sammy!" Dean cried pleadingly. "Just for tonight?"
Sam stared at his older brother. And stared. And stared.
Then he scoffed and shook his head.
"I don't think so, Dean" Sam said mockingly. "There's no way that those stupid antlers are going anywhere near my head!"
The motel room was silent for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of the brothers said a word, or even moved. They sat there, each on their own bed, staring challengingly at the other.
Suddenly, Dean lunged towards his brother and pushed him down on the bed.
"You'll wear these and. You'll. Like. It." He said, punctuating the last few words with two soft slaps to each side of Sam's face.
They wrestled a little until Sam was on top. "Nuh! I don't wanna!"
Dean stopped his struggling and stared at his little brother before rolling his eyes. 'He sounds like a five year old….'
He noticed that while he had stopped moving, Sam had copied him and was sitting still on Dean's legs.
One complicated move later (that can't possibly be put into words since there are none to match Dean's awesomeness) and the Winchester Wrestling began anew.
{30 minutes later}
The two siblings sat in a comfortable silence as they drove down a empty highway. Well, for Dean it was a comfortable silence. Sam rather thought it was awkward and filled with angsty angst. Though, that could be because he was brooding and sulking and pouting and doing other Emo!Sam-like things.
Dean glanced at his little brother and snickered. "Enjoying those antlers, Sasquatch?"
Sam gave a broody, sulky glare at his brother and sniffed in a broody, sulky kind of way before replying. "They're ridiculous. This whole thing is ridiculous!"
Giving his most charming smile (normally saved to charm the panties right off of some poor girl), Dean kept the conversation flowing. "You're just a little upset because you're PMSing and you missed your nap, Samantha."
A little mutter that sounded suspiciously like "I'll show you PMSing…and stop with your stupid nicknames!" reached Dean's ears in the strained silence.
"Ah, well," Dean continued as he parked the Impala and turned the ignition off, "We're here anyway!"
The Winchester boys climbed out of the car and trailed up to the door of a house surrounded by junk cars.
"This is ridiculous." Sam repeated, in a very Emo!Sam kinda way.
"You're just mad that you got stuck with the reindeer antlers!" came Dean's cheery reply as he straightened his Santa hat.
A fierce, angst-filled glare. "If you don't shut your cakehole, You're going to be stuck with the reindeer tail!"
Dean froze. 'Would he really go through with that? I mean, it doesn't seem likely but he seems pretty pissed off. Best to just let it go.' "Umm…right…" With that, Dean knocked and opened Bobby's door.
They were immediately bombarded with Christmas music and the sound of drunk, happy people.
"Stupid Bobby and his stupid Christmas parties…" Sam mumbled under his breath. "This is ridiculous!"
Rolling his eyes, Dean dragged his brother into the Christmas party and shut the door behind them.
'Only Sammy can be this angsty on Christmas!'
A/N: Yay! Winchester Christmas fic!! How was it?
Happy Readings (please review)
~S
