Okay, here is the usual disclaimer: I do not own supernatural, nor any character created by the show, nor some of the ones in this story 'cause I stole them from almost 'real' life (my friends). Nor am I making any money from this unless my friends try and bribe me not to put it up, but I will anyway, so alas no money.
A/N: Been a while, the show just gets darker and darker and so I'm going back to a happier time. Also I know its been a LONG while since I posted anything, I might just address my long absence this in an upcoming story.
Beta'd: No body just wanted to post again and I didn't want to wait.
Good writing
Serenity for all
Sincerely Rae Artemis
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Peanuts
"What the hell are these?" Dean rose from his semi-sleep after a bag of Peanut M&M's had impacted square on his chest, knocking against his pendant. The bag was pink for God's sakes, what was Sammy thinking giving him pink M&M's? Dean rose to inform Sammy of his error when he looked over at Sammy and saw his brother 's pain.
Sam dropped onto his bed with a bone deep weariness that reflected their constant hunting as of recently. Dean's older brother instincts had been telling him all day that something was wrong with Sammy but it wasn't until he actually saw Sammy laying on the bed that he realized what it was. They'd been running down case after case, winning some and loosing some but nothing big, nothing to really be called a 'win'. Sam had saddled up to find the yellow eyed demon, he'd come back to fight the big war and all he was involved in currently was little battles and right now Sam needed a big win. Or in Dean's mind a big laugh.
"Dude, what the hell? Pink? Do I look like a pretty little ballerina to you?" Dean heaved himself off the lumpy bed and pirouetted around the room, flailing his arms about him.
Sam cracked open his eyes as Dean bounced off the door frame and spun back towards the beds, causing Sammy to flinch and crawl up to the headboard, safe from the demented ballerina. Sam watched Dean with tired eyes, the bags below them dark and heavy, his whole demeanour sullen and unmoved.
"Aw what's wrong Sammy? You don't like classical dance?" Dean wondered aloud, waiting for the smile to begin to crack his face like it always did.
"Don't be so dramatic Dean, pink it perfectly fine. Besides I think it's for Breast Cancer Awareness or something." Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's antics and threw a pillow, which Dean swatted out of the air with ease. The pillow returned swiftly, catching Sam unaware and directly in the face.
Realizing what was about to happen Sam quickly grabbed the other pillow on the bed and with a pillow in each fist met Dean in the pillow fight that had been somehow instantaneously and effortlessly instigated by his goofy older brother. With a sudden flurry of feathers the cheap motel pillows split and exploded around the room. Sam realized that Dean was smiling like an idiot, laughing like he was a kid again and with that Sam realized he was doing the same. And in the middle of the feathers was the bag of M&M's, pink standing out strongly against the white feathers.