Author's Note: I don't know where the inspiration for this came from, but I decided to write it out, otherwise it will haunt me forever… enjoy!
Warnings: Mild swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any characters thereof- the right belongs solely to Eric Kripke.
Rock, Paper, Scissors, Kettle!
Sam watched with an intense stare, almost in slow motion as his brother's fist moved. He had to think fast if he were to win this one- he was on a roll, and God be damned if he were to lose this one! The elder's mouth moved in slow motion, along with the fist that was to decide the result.
"SHOOT!" Dean yelled, then pulling his fist into the 'scissors' roll. Sam smirked, keeping his fist clenched. A groan was heard from the older boy as he realised that he had lost, once again. Sam smirked, his twelve-year-old face lighting up in joy.
"Dean, always with the scissors!" he snidely remarked, reeling off of his 10-kill-win-streak in the rock paper scissors marathon.
"What is this shit?" Dean complained, not liking how he was consistently loosing to his younger brother. A sharp bark caught his attention.
"DEAN! Don't swear in front of your little brother like that!" John reprimanded, looking over his driver's seat at the two boys that had decided to occupy themselves with tedious games until they arrived at their next location.
"He started it, Dad!" Dean complained, wanting to erase the smug grin off Sam's face and rip out the tongue that was stuck out at him when John wasn't looking.
"Dude, final game. Winner takes all the victory!" Dean stated, facing Sam with such a serious look, John wondered if he'd ever see it again. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Sure, Dean. But when I win, don't go crying like last time," he smirked. It was at that moment when Dean turned the colour of the fading sky.
"Oh you are so on!" Dean snarled, once again pulling out his fist.
"Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT!" Dean yelled, Sam automatically pulled out the paper, thinking he'd won it- he had a strategy to go by, and he was confident he'd won…
Until he saw Dean's hand contorted in a strange position, and said Winchester grinning like a madman.
"Uh, Dean? What is that?" Sam asked, hand still in the paper position. Dean was still grinning- as if he'd invented a cure to all diseases.
"It's a kettle- it destroys all!" he whispered the last word, still grinning.
"Uh, Dean-"
"Sammy, there's no need to get angry, just because I beat you for once," Dean smirked, enjoying the victory.
"Dad, that's not right, is it?" Sam asked, pouting and pulling out the puppy-dog eyes. John glanced into his rear-view mirror.
"Don't worry Sam, Dean's just a sore loser- you won," he told the younger boy, causing Dean to splutter and Sam to cry out in victory.
"Dad! Traitor! Why would you let the girl win?" Dean pouted, earning an angry yell from Sam.
"I'm not a girl, Dean!" he yelled. Dean shrugged.
"Coulda fooled me with that haircut. What are we doing when we get to this place, Dad?" Dean then asked, ignoring the indignant yells from Sam. John smirked, looking back.
"Well, seeing as you're so fond of the kettle, you're gonna be making me a cup of coffee!" he told the eldest, who just joined in with Sam's indignant yells.
Dean then decided, at that moment, that Kettle move, did indeed, suck.
Told ya it was random ^_^ And really bad writing, but I haven't written Supernatural in ages, and I missed it loads XD Ahhh, good ol' Winchester boys XD
