Disclaimer: I'm awesome so there.
A/n: I told InSecret I was going to write this and her response was that I may very well turn most of a fandom against me. I might have taken it as a challenge, just between us. We probably shouldn't be left on our own, actually. Awkward.
Twitch
'What?' snapped Sam as Dean twitched with laughter behind him.
'You're getting beat up by little girls now?' Dean said, still struggling to keep his face straight.
'She was a demon,' Sam said petulantly. 'You know, possessed with supernatural strength.'
'Dude, she was eight.'
Sam scowled. 'So I should beat up little kids now?'
Dean rolled his eyes. 'Sam, you are a giant, you should be able to pin her down, evil demon powers and all.'
'He says, like he wasn't scared by Toto,' Sam scoffed.
Dean frowned, protesting. 'That was the ghost sickness! And it was one – okay, twice…'
A/n: Can you tell I have a bit of an issue with Sam at the moment? Like, don't like, it's ok. I figure unlike a barfight you can't break my face, right ... right?