A/N: Follow up to my story: "That Old Fashioned Way". I feel sorry for Dean when he plays rock, paper, scissors because he always loses. So, I thought he would at least do good with thumb war.
A New Way:
By: LOSTrocker
Sam called it. Cas stood by ready.
"Hell no!" Dean protested. "Not this time! Don't think I don't know what you're doing! Double ganging up on me like that!"
"A'right Cas, what do we call this?" Sam questioned jokingly.
"Sore loser." Castiel answered.
If Sam had a gold star he would give it to Cas. He deserved it. Castiel was a quick learner which came to his advantage when it came to Dean.
"You stay out of this you traitor!" Dean warned Cas with a pointed finger. "And here all this time I thought you were on my side."
"There is no need for name calling Dean." Cas reminded him. "I am on no ones side." All though, Castiel would silently admit to himself that most of the time he was on Dean's.
"Whatever," Dean replied.
"Well, what do you suppose we do then?" Sammy asked him. "How else are we going to settle something?"
Dean held out his hand to his baby brother. "Thumb War."
"What?" Sam asked with a raised brow. "Are you serious?" Sam couldn't remember the last time he'd played that particular game. The look his brother was giving him was deader than a door nail. Yeah, he wasn't kidding. Sam couldn't help but laugh. "Do you know how ridiculous that is?"
"No more crazy then two grown men settling things over rock, paper, scissors." was Dean's answer.
Dean had a point. Sam rolled his eyes. Why did he have a feeling he would regret this later? He took Dean's hand into his own and held up his thumb waiting for Dean to start it.
"1, 2, 3, 4..." Dean counted as he and Sam let their thumbs dance over each other. "I declare a thumb war!" Then Dean went to try to get Sammy's thumb down with his own.
Castiel watched from the sidelines. He had to say that this was more entertaining then rock, paper, scissors. It looked like this game took a little more struggle. Sam's problem was that his hands were smaller, slender. Dean's were larger, wider. Cas wondered that he might have some advantage in this game.
Sam was struggling. He hated that his fingers were so slim. There were times when he thought he had Dean but Dean would come back strong with his own thumb. Right now Dean had Sammy's under his - hard. Sam couldn't break free no matter how much he tried to break lose.
"1, 2, 3, 4!" Dean counted out. "HA!"
"Shit!" Sam cursed. He lost. He freaking lost!
Dean cheered for himself. "Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' bout!"
Sam shook his head. "Two outta three!"
Dean smirked. "Nope. Sorry you didn't call the rules before the game." he mocked him from all those times he used the same method on him. Dean turned to Cas. "What do we call this Cas?"
Cas went to go say: "Sore loser" just like he had done with Dean but Sam wouldn't let him. He put up a finger at him warning that it was better to keep his mouth shut.
"Will you teach me this too Samuel?" Cas asked Sam hopefully.
Sam didn't answer him as he walked out grabbing his coat on his way. Cas took that as a no. He sighed. "Don't worry Cas." Dean said. "I'll teach ya!"
"Really, even though you say that I am a traitor?"
"Sure," Dean assured him with a smile and a slap on the shoulder. "Sammy needs to learn that he can't win at everything." He hoped Sammy bundled up good. It was going to be a cold one.
END.