Wee Mischieft
E/O Challenge - Cube. Some Wee!chester fun. Set preseries.
Disclaimed; oh, if only.
He had to give the boys credit. He really did.
In fact, John was truly impressed with how far the boys abilities at stalking their target had come.
However, that didn't mean they were getting a pass.
Lips twitching as he suppressed a grin, John Winchester stared down at his sons who were seated on the motel bed.
The remnants of the ice cube one of them had managed to stuff down John's shirt were currently drying to his chest.
"Who?"
After a pause, Dean's hand raised slowly, but not before Jihn saw the satisfied smirk.
