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A/N: Here's a look at wee!chesters playing rock, paper, scissors. Sam is around 14 and Dean is 18.
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Sam looked at his brother standing opposite him, than glanced at the kitchen, then back to Dean.
"You ready?" He asked
"Always. You are going down, Sammy."
"We'll see."
And with that, the battle began.
"Rock, paper, scissors!" they shouted in unison
Dean threw scissors and sighed as he saw his brother had thrown rock. Sam just laughed. Dean never learned.
"Ahh, Dean, always with the scissors. Have fun." Sam said looking back at the stack of dishes. "Look's like it might take a while." He started walking to the bedroom.
"Oh, shut up. Why did we play this stupid game any way? I cooked the meal; you should have to clean it. " Dean grumbled.
"Hey, you were fine with it before you LOST!" Sam tossed back grinning without turning around.
Dean sulked the entire time he was doing the dishes. He decided next time, he was going to spit in Sam's food.
A/N: I want to thank all of you who take the time to review. It means a lot. God bless.