I love Sam and Dean. Intervals between episodes are the worst. Hope this little moment eases the pain.
Sam and Dean's age doesn't matter. It's just in between pre-Season One and Sam leaving.
Enjoy!
I hate homework.
Procrastinating is my friend.
"I know what you are thinking. No procrastinating."
I glanced over at my brother and stuck my tongue out.
"You can't tell me what to do."
"Yeah I can."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"That's not a reason."
"It's good enough a reason for me." An annoying grin.
I leaned over and pushed my brother. Light enough to be playful, but hard enough to make him fall to the floor.
I laughed openly at his yelp when he hit the floor. Serves him right. Thinking he can boss me around. The cheek of that guy.
My laughter got caught in my throat when I was shoved to the floor and he came and sat on top of me.
"Lay off, bitch." I said.
"Quit whining, jerk"
"This ain't whining."
Taking my brother by surprise I grabbed his arms and force his frame off me, flipping him underneath me instead.
"Hey! That's not fair!"
I smirked. "That's whining, kiddo."
"Whatever Dean, you're just procrastinating." Sam said from under me.
"If it works." I shrugged then sniffed the air. "Do you smell that?"
"Smell what?" Sam instinctively stiffened, ready for an attack.
"Pie!" I bellowed and jumped off him, heading straight for the door.
I heard Sam's laughter as I flung open the door to see my dad getting out his keys, his face a mixture of surprise and apprehension. I'm sure he was wondering what we were up to now.
I gave my best smile and took the pie-sized bag he had in his hand.
Anything to get away from homework. I know Sam would probably bug me about it later today, or tomorrow, but it was ok. As long as I had a pie in my stomach, I didn't mind as much.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Don't think I could handle it.