Puddles, Nuts and Brothers
"You'rre a goood co-pi..pilot Sammmy," Dean slurred, slapping his brother on the chest.
Wincing at the dirty handprint on his last clean t-shirt, Sam sighed, "yeah, yeah," and hauled the sloshed older man off the floor. Fate guffawed and the Winchester brothers were soon back on the ground - thanks to Dean's uncoordinated movements, a strategically placed puddle of beer and low tread tennies.
"Heeey lit'le brother! Wha're you doin' down here?"
Sam managed to get to his knees before Dean yanked him back down. "Dean!"
Laughing, Dean held up a partially squashed peanut shell to Sam's face. "Wanna nut?"
FIN