Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be.
Sam hated witches and I mean REALLY hated witches, they constantly enjoyed making some form of mischief which ultimately resulted in a pitfall for the brothers. This witch was taking the piss. Big style. It may be Easter but this was ridiculas, he hated witches with a sense of humour and this one had the sense of humour of a comedian on crack. The sound of clucking roused Sam from his mental cursing of the witch-bitch from hell, he opened his eyes a crack and mentally cursed that witch out loud. It was six in the fricking morning! He rubbed his eyes sleepily and prepared to turn back over and fall into a light slumber again where he could continue choking the living daylights out of the pretty red headed witch when the sound of ruffling feathers made him sit bolt up right in bed and hit his head with a resounding 'clunk' on the lap hanging over his single sized bed.
"Dean?" he whispered in the dark, hoping his brothers voice would come back to him, he even went as far to pray to any God that was listening.
"Cluck" came the reply and yet again the ruffle of feathers.
"Oh god Dean don't" Sam mumbled as he prayed even harder yet his brother was evidently not paying attention.
"-A--DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" came the screech from Chicken Dean.
For the first time in his life Sam considered stuffing his brother but not in the dirty way, sadge stuffing would do and that would be down his throat. Or maybe he could sell him to KFC? Even the thought of it made Sam chuckle even though he would never consider doing it, watching his brother being turned in to some finger licking goodness was not on Sam's 'list of things to do this month'. As Sam watched chicken-Dean crap on the bed and ruffle his red crest on his head Sam concluded that he really hated witches.