Disclaimer : The boys are not mine, though they danced in front of me all the time.
Summary : The boys were in for an irresistible game.
PLAYTHING
"Hurry up Dean!" Sam couldn't stay patient forever. He had to have it.
"Sammy boy…patience is a virtue" Dean ignored him completely.
"That's what you said three hours ago!" Sam snapped, clearly annoyed. Why it was hard for Dean to understand he needed it badly? He'd been waiting for hours to get it from Dean.
Dean was doing everything so slow. Every single thing! The prodding and nudging of his fingers, the flexing of his hands and the movement of his body on the bed were all too slow for Sam. He needed Dean to be quicker, to be more aggressive. He needed it badly he was shivering with anger.
"Dean…" Sam switched to another tactic.
"Damn Sammy!" Dean was looking at a familiar sight; an irresistible puppy eyes were cast on him, alluring him not to ignore them. He hunched his shoulders in defeat. Dean could resist all the other temptations – even all the seven deadly sins - but not the adorable puppy eyes.
Sam, realizing his attempt was beginning to succeed, added some more lures by pouting his lips sadly. This has got to work!
"Here take it!"
Dean shoved it into Sam's hands with an irritated huff, much to his kid brother amusement. Sam almost jumps in glee as he sat cross legged on Dean's bed and focused all his attention to the new plaything.
Dean rose from the bed and went to kitchenette. As he downed a glass of water, his eyes were fixed on Sam; now oblivious to the world with the plaything in hand. It was a PSP Dean had won in a poker game at a bar over some broke underage last night. Since then, they were both being obsessed with it; almost not bothering to eat and sleep.
"Sam, I'm hungry…let's get something to eat" Dean was talking to no one. Sam was completely possessed with the electronic device Dean just knew existed; he didn't hear Dean at all.
"Sam's a girl, Sam wears woman underwear" Dean tried mischievousness. Nope! Sam's a complete goner. Dean shook his head. At least when it was his turn, he was being responsive. Guess Sam couldn't do multiple tasking. Dean smirked in triumph.
Standing rigidly by the counter, Dean watched his brother played with the PSP. Sam looked like a toddler Dean used to know all over again and he couldn't help but smiled a little at the sight.
"Bitch!"
"Jerk!"
Dean heard Sam muttered somewhat incoherently. His gaze never left the PSP. Dean snorted. Guess Sam's senses were not totally into the game.
Dean smiled as he kept on watching.
The End
a/n : This is my first attempt to write a drabble. It occurred to me when my brothers fought for the PSP. Boys will be boys. Hope you like it!