Disclaimer~Neither the Winchesters nor any other part of the awesome that is SPN are mine. :oP
"Sammy…" Dean's gravelly voice held that tone—the one that said 'Dude, you are so dead.' The one that always made an appearance during one of their epic prank wars. The one that, despite the implied violence, never failed to draw a snicker from his younger brother.
"Hmm?" Sam responded innocently, quickly composing his features into a mask of nonchalance. "You need something, man?" He glanced up casually from his laptop, not at all surprised by the dark glower Dean was sending his way.
1…2…he was going to throttle him…3…4…big time…5…6…Teeth gritted, breathing deeply Dean counted the rest of the way to ten before chucking the small, smiling, stuffed bear at Sam's head. He took great satisfaction when it connected. Solidly.
"You mind explaining why that was sitting in my baby's back window tucked behind the seat?" he growled menacingly.
Finally! Sam, unable to hold it back any longer, doubled over in laughter, face red. "I was…wondering…bahahaha…how long it would take…for you to find it!" His hand came up to his face, swiping away mirthful tears as his laughter continued.
If it was possible, the storm clouds brewing in Dean's eyes grew blacker. "And exactly how long has it been there?" he asked. Slowly. Dangerously.
Sam tried, unsuccessfully, to compose himself before wiping at the tears, "Umm…couple days?" He chuckled again. "Just wanted to see how observant you are. I mean c'mon man. You did say it was evil. Remember? In the hospital you told me that you were gonna and I quote 'hunt that little bitch down.'"
Dean glowered at his still snickering brother, a spark of humor finally entering his eyes along with something else…something calculating. So, Sammy wants another prank war, huh? Be careful what you wish for, dude.
Sam registered the devious glint in Dean's eye and his glee faltered. Damn it. He should have thought his genius plan through a little better. "It was just a joke Dean, no big deal right?"
Dean smirked, noting the slight catch in Sam's voice, something that would be imperceptible to anyone but him. "Oh yeah. Sure Sammy. No big deal." As he walked to the bathroom he glanced back at his brother, an evil grin on his face, voice low, conspiratorial, "But dude? If I were you? I'd keep my shampoo close. You never know when it might "accidentally" get confused with a bottle of Nair…Again."
A/N~This one was just for fun. A welcome writing respite from the angstiness that is "the other one." I've had an idea about doing something with the Snuggle bear since Dean's quip in "Faith" and this gave me the perfect opening. Enjoy and review, pretty please?