Sam felt time stop. He stared slack-jawed and eyes dulled into his brother's face. He just couldn't believe some of the things that came out of that guy's mouth.
The insults were bad enough but, expected. They were brothers, after all. This type of teasing was normal, maybe even genetic. The movie references were usually accurate. Even if, they were sometimes, most times, inappropriate.
But his historical quotations, what he didn't take credit for, he misquoted.
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Dean loved to mangle quotations. He knew Sam would recognize them and it was a twisted little thrill he got in knowing that he was messing with that genius brain.
It was usually acknowledged with a furrowed brow and a far away look indicating that Sam wasn't quite sure of what he heard. Other times, it was the straight-up bitch-face. At those times, Sam knew he had just stepped into 'Dean's world of made up shit, aisle one: just screwing with you'. Like now.
"Dean, Shakespeare never said that!"
"Sure he did. You must not have been paying attention that day." He answered, with a smile.
Sam knew his brother did these things just to get a rise out of him and it always worked. He really shouldn't have been surprised that Dean would quote Shakespeare; he was more well read than he admitted. However, why did he need to misquote? And so badly.
"It's two words, Dean. And it's pronounced, yes sire, not yesiree."
Dean let out a small laugh and wore an expression that almost made Sam think twice. Then he remembered another insult.
"Just like what you told me the other day about Ben Franklin."
Dean looked sincerely puzzled. Sam knew he was being played and pressed his lips together tightly but he just couldn't help himself. He couldn't let Dean get away with it.
Sam snapped. "He wouldn't even know the word, cheerleader!"