"Now, be real good an' quiet," Benny whispered, his face focused and serious.
"I hear ya, big brother," Clay responded, his own lips trembling.
"When them cows don't sleep, they graze. An' when they don't graze," Benny gave his little brother a wink, "well, we have ourselves a lil' fun, now, don't we?"
Clay smiled knowingly, prepared to do what their ancestors had done with sleeping cows since…heck…since forever!
"On the count of three," Benny rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"One…two…three!"
Each brother shot up from their crouching positions but a sudden gun shot tore at their eardrums, and Benny watched as his little brother went down in a heaping pile of ash.
"Hey, cow-sucker!" Sam called, behind the site of his smoking barrel. "Suck on this!"
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A few minutes later, in the Impala:
"Suck on this? Really?" Dean scoffed.
His brother, once feeling proud and unstoppable, furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Sam, it's just, you're just…" Dean sighed, biting his tongue and holding back laughter. "God, you're just so adorable," he continued while pinching Sam's cheek.
"Oh, shut up, Dean!" Sam shouted, violently pushing Dean's hands away from him.
When it came to one-liners, Sam never COULD just have his moment.