AN - Hey guys! This was a request I got where Dean being a demon was more humorous than traumatising, so, this is what I came up with! Hope you all enjoy! ¬VW
"Christo."
Dean flinched, angrily turning towards his brother. "Sam, stop it."
Sam smirked, glancing up from his laptop like he'd just discovered the secret to eternal beauty (not that Dean hadn't already found that answer). "It's your turn to do the laundry. All the dirty clothes are in the basket calling your name."
"No, it's not. I did the laundry four days ago!"
"And I did it yesterday."
"So we need more clean clothes? Just wear what you wore yesterday!"
Sam gave him his best bitch face. "Dean."
"Sam."
"Christo."
Sam had barely said the word but Dean cringed immediately. "Ah! Sam, stop-"
"Christo."
"Ughh! Sam-!"
"Christo christo CHRISTO!"
"AUGHHHH!" Dean let out a snarl as his eyes flicked black. "Fine, fine."
Sam smiled to himself as heard his brother unloading the drying. "Christo." He whispered, to no one in particular.
"Sam!" Came the annoyed growl of a reply.