Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine.
Summary: Even though the Winchesters don't live the most normal life, they still have their moments when they are just like everyone else out there. This is a collection of One-Shots of when the Winchesters aren't kicking butt and taking names and are just a normal family. Set anytime during the series or Pre-series.
Dean-16 Sam-12
Sam slept, tangled in the scratchy sheets of the cheap motel room they were currently staying in; exhausted from the hunt they had finished the night before. He rolled over some when he heard the door open and shut, but didn't full wake. Dean came in carrying a brown paper bag with a couple of breakfast sandwiches in it and set it down on the kitchen table.
"'Morning Dad," he greeted John as he pulled out his sandwich from the bag and then pulled one out for his dad. John looked up from the paper he was reading and saw Dean put the foil wrapped food in front of him.
"Morning Dean," he greeted back then going back to the paper, Dean sat down next to John and stared on his sandwich.
"What time is it?" Dean asked a couple minutes later, John looked down on at his watch.
"9:34," he answered. "Why?"
"Because Sleeping Beauty over there doesn't usually sleep in this late," Dean replied.
"Ya, well he's probably just tired from the hunt," John said and went back to his paper, but not before he saw a smirk that would make the devil uneasy spread across Dean's face. "Dean what are you thinking?" John asked his eldest, but Dean just looked at him and winked before getting out of his chair and walking towards Sam's bed.
He sat down on it and shook Sam's shoulder, but he didn't respond Dean shook it a little harder and Sam groaned and turned is head to the side.
"Come on Sammy, time to get up," Dean coaxed. Sam turned his head towards Dean with his eyes barely open.
"Go 'way," Sam grumbled, and tried to turned away from his brother but Dean stopped him.
"Not so fast, little brother, your breakfast is getting cold on the table," Dean said.
"Don't care, wan' sweep," Sam mumbled.
"You won't like what will I do if you don't get up," Dean warned.
"Whatever."
"Well, you can't say I didn't warn you," Dean said then grabbed Sam's face with both of his hands and squished his cheeks together so that Sam made a fishy face.
"Ok, ok, I'll get up," Sam pleaded, but Dean just tisked.
"Sorry, Sammy no can do, I warned you this would happen," Dean said, eyes twinkling in amusement. "Now say it," But Sam just glared at Dean. "I'm not letting go until you say it, and by the way your glare doesn't look that intimidating with your face like this." Dean remarked; Sam finally gave it after a few more moments of glareing.
"A'ight, 'I'm a guppy'" Sam said in defeat.
"And what do guppys do?" Dean asked and Sam just rolled his eyes.
"Dey 'gup gup gup gup'"
Once Sam finished the last word Dean let go of his face and doubled over in laughter; Sam sat up and glared at his brother.
"You are a horrible person, you know that right?" Sam asked.
"Ya, but it was so worth it," Dean said before he started laughing again.
John still sat at the kitchen table, paper long forgotten, looking at his boys with a small smile on his face.
(AN)
(Panthon) Hey guys, thank you for reading and if you liked the story please feel free to tell me, and if you have a prompt that you would like me to write then tell me I will write it. I know the scene is kinda weird and random but my older brother does it to me all the time so that's where it came from. He does it whenever I am doing something he doesn't like, so Sam I know how you feel. Thank you again for reading and it you guys give me prompts I will write more of these.