A.N.: This is for Dizzo and every one else that didn't like that Sam got the last word. Thanks as always for reading!

Disclaimer: Not even close to mine.

Dean skewers his brother with a glare. "Little man? Seriously?"

Sam shrugs one shoulder. "Hey, if it fits."

Dean frowns at Sam as his eyes follow the length of the rope. "I'm not little."

"You are to me." Sam replies, placing one foot on the wall and testing the weight.

"Well not all of us had our juice spiked with Miracle-gro Samquatch." Dean pouts.

Sam chuckles and tightens his grip on the rope. "Dude, it was a joke. Chill."

Dean looks down at the ground.

"Seriously Dean, I'm not that much taller."

Sam can almost see the light-bulb going off in the older Winchesters' eyes.

"You know what Sammy, you're right. I have those extra inches where it counts anyway." He places his thumbs into his pockets and leans against the wall so his waist is jutting out.

Sam groans. "Dean."

"No man. It's alright. We can't all be studs like me." Dean moves over to the rope and yanks it and the claw back down.

"I swear to God Dean." Sam shoots a disapproving look to his brother.

"He is the one you should take it up with. Made in His image and all that." Dean smirks as he reels the cord in.

"Okay, I get it. I won't ever call you little man again."

Dean beams, as he flings the claw up onto the railing and it hooks with a satisfying clink. "Nothing 'little' about this man!"