Tittle: War
Challenge: Pressure
Disclaimer: Kripike would kill me for what I've done.
A/N: Written for PlatinumRoseLady, Wee!chester fluff.
Sam woke up. Groggy. Sparring had been extra tough yesterday, Dad had been pressuring them to improve. He rolled over in bed to face Dean starring at him, wide eyed and mischievous.
"Sam…is it wrong to tickle you when you're completely unprepared?"
Sam started to say YES- but anything he said was cut short as Dean pounced.
"Dean get off!" He fell off the bed in fit of sheets, still trying to twist his escape.
As he poked his head out of the sheets, a pillow solidly connected with his face.
Grabbing the nearest fluffy object, he hissed- "oh this is war!"