DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, this is just for fun.
SPOILERS: Tall Tales, Born Under a Bad Sign (AU in next part – for both episodes)
Also, all mistakes are mine, so if you want to call me on them, feel free.
TALL TALE TAGS
Money, Money, Money – Monnneeeyyy
Sam's hand lashed out for the money clip, only to have Dean wrench it away. He stood back with a sigh of frustration before trying again. Sam managed to hit against his forearm when he pulled back again. With his free arm Dean pushed Sam. That was that, and Sam launched himself forward, tackling his brother to the bed.
He took his computer and hid it…somewhere. Dean wasn't getting his money on top of everything, especially since he hadn't done anything. Sam wasn't dumb, or could ever see himself being angry enough to do something to Dean's car. It was suicide.
"Come on!" Dean grunted
"Get off me!", "Give it back!" they shouted at once.
They were on the bed, Dean desperately trying to get away. Sam wrapped his leg around Deans and grabbed at his arms. Dean kept moving, pulling and twisting until the pair dropped off the edge of the bed.
Sam lay on top of a face down Dean between the beds. The money clip slipped out of Dean's hand and under the bed. Sam, despite internal warnings to do the opposite, reached for it. He felt the paper and metal touch his flesh, then felt Dean twist around and flip them both.
Sam used Dean's momentum against him and threw him into the bedside. "Ah." He sat back against the bed frame, his hand hovering over his left shoulder. There was a nearly recent bullet wound there and surprisingly, slamming into a bed wasn't that good for it.
Sam being Sam, he took a second to sit up and eye his older brother. Just like that, he was being knocked over again and felt the money ripped out of his hand. He saw Dean disappear over the top of the bed with a flash of silver and heard his feet hit the floor on the other side.
"Damn it Dean." Sam stood up; Dean was across from him, holding the money up, "Dude. I'm taller than you."
"Yeah, well…" Sam started to move around the bed, "Ah, ah." Dean took a step back, lowered his arm and asked, "You want your money back?"
"Yeah, Dean. I do."
Dean's smile widened, he looked down at the money in his hand. Looking at Sam with his best smug, take-that grin he pulled at the waist of his pants and dropped the clip down.
Sam's whole body seemed to inflate as he took in a very deep breath. "God, you jerk! I didn't touch your freakin' car!" he stomped over to the couch and the table loaded with dusty old books. "Grow up Dean."
Dean smiled at his brothers back. It was his money.
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They left the Crawford Hall; put Bobby in the back of the Impala and issued half-assed apologies. Bobby hollered at them to get in, they had to go before the body was found. They were just off campus when Dean started throwing sidelong glances Sam.
He reached into his coat pocket, "Here." He tossed the money clip onto Sam's lap.
"Dean, man," he looked at the money on his lap, "it was in your-"
"Relax, it dropped straight down my leg."
Sam smiled at him, "Gee, thanks."
Okay, I know it's short, but – eh. I just wanted to know who won the 'fight'. Let me know what you think please. I take anons.
Uh, I reposted this to let people know, that while I had planned a second little tag, I've decided that I hate it and it sucks so horribly that will never see the light of day. So I hope you really enjoyed this little bit.