Author's Notes: okay, this one's going to take some explaining, so bear with me. Over on the CW Board is a Drabble Challenge. You get seven words, and for each word you use you can add on another 50 words to your story.

The words in this challenge are: Satisfied, Charge, Couple, Swing, Bounce, Lock, and Ground

Word Count: 409

Disclaimer: All I own are my ideas about what I'd like to do to Sam and Dean – but that's another fic…

Spoiler Alter: Set before "Sex & Violence" and it would really help if you've seen "My Bloody Valentine 3-D"

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They were the first ones out of the theater, the taller one staring at the ground, the other man fairly bouncing with excitement.

"Now THAT'S what I call a movie!" Dean crowed as he unlocked his door, a satisfied smile on his face. He reached over and opened the passenger door. "I was really worried they were going to mess that up, but that was a great remake! And the 3D stuff made it even better! Wasn't that an awesome m- hey, what's the matter with you, Sam?"

"Nothing" Sam replied as he swung his long frame down into the Impala.

Dean didn't start up the car, instead waiting a couple of seconds. He knew if they sat there long enough, his little brother would-

"Well…"

Dean grinned. Sam was sooo predictable.

"It's just that – um…"

"Oh, for crying loud, not AGAIN", Dean's breath came out in an annoyed huff. "For the hundredth time, Sam, the guy that played Tom did NOT look like me!"

"I can't believe you don't see the resemblance. Dean, you guys could be twins!"

"You need your eyes checked, little brother. I am MUCH better looking. I…" Dean abruptly stopped and gave Sam a wicked smile. "You were scared!"

"What?!" Sam sputtered, outrage sparkling in his hazel eyes. "I was NOT –"

Dean reached over and starting jabbing Sam in the side with his index finger: "You (poke) were (poke) SCARED (poke), admit (poke) it (poke)!"

"No, I (chuckle) wasn't – I mean, c-cut it OUT, Dude! Okay, (snicker) okay, OKAY!" Sam swatted his brother's hand away, a silly grin on his face; out of all the things he could remember, why did Dean have to recall where he was ticklish? "K-knock it off! Yes, the end freaked me out, alright?! That look on Tom's when he was charging at Sara with the pickaxe…" Sam's voice trailed off, the grin fading as he gave a slight shudder. "I-I just would never want to see that look on your face, Dean. Ever."

Dean stared at him, a look of total shock on his face before he burst out laughing.

"Well, duh, Sam…" he gave his brother a playful cuff on the shoulder. "Like that's ever gonna happen! Dude, you're my brother; I'd never take ANY kinda axe to you! Now let's go grab some dinner, you goof."

Still chuckling at Sam's crazy thought, Dean started the Impala up, and the Winchesters drove off into the night.