Sam was lounging on the bed flipping through a book and Dean was watching The Wizard of OZ on the motel room TV.
"I want my own midget army. I think I would be a good midget army leader."
"What? You are kidding, right?"
"No I thing that I would be great."
"You are not even a midget, and I am pretty sure that they want to be called little people."
"Fine. I would be a great 'little people' army leader because I am twice as tall as them and they would all be able to see me when I gave the orders."
"Are you on something?"
"What? No. I can't have a purely hypothetical 'little people army', and not be on something."
"No."
"Well I am not."
"How much have you had to drink?"
"Oh my god, Sam!"
"Well?"
"Fuck, I have had three beers. Is that OK with you, Dad."
"Are you feeling OK?"
"You know what? Forget that I said anything. I am going out to get something to eat. Do you want anything?"
"Nope, I'm good."
Dean slammed the door on the way out.
Sam loved fucking with his brother.
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