Sam had really done it this time. Of all the horrible things: the apocolypse, the demon blood, being Lucifer's meatpuppet, and all the shit he'd pulled when he was soulless, this really took the cake.

No, pie. Really took the pie 'cause cake is just fucking lame and has nothing on pie.

That rotten, always giving some kinda bitch face, gargantuan asshole!

And Sam, fucking bitch, had the nerve to act like he didn't know just what the fuck he'd done.

Motherfucker.

If it weren't for the fact that he loved the little bastard, he'd kill him.

Sam sighed and closed his laptop in a huff, "Dammit, Dean, will you quit pouting and just tell me what I did. It'd save us both a lot of time."

"You know what you did, dickhead!" Dean screeched furiously, throwing Sam a glare that would've made a lesser man wet himself, but in the larger man's case, just made him roll his eyes, "Don't roll your fuckin' eyes at me! Fuckin' hate you so much right now..."

Sam sighed again. His older brother had been acting like this all damn day. What? Had Dean rolled out of bed and thought 'today would be a good day to make Sammy miserable for no reason'? Or had something crawled up his brother's ass and died?

Sam didn't know. He just wanted his older brother to stop pouting like a damn four year old.

"Just tell me what I did wrong already and I'll try to fix it, Dean!" Sam pleaded tiredly.

'Cause Dean had been pouting and glaring and muttering under his breath since breakfast.

"C'mon, Dean, it's not even noon yet and you want my head on a platter." the taller man reasoned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Can I at least have a clue?"

...was the vein in Dean's forehead pulsing...?

"Ya' wanna know what you fuckin' did, Sammy?! Ya' wannna know?!" Dean yelled, his left eye starting to twitch, "Ya' broke your fuckin' promise, Sammy! You fuckin' promised me that you'd never do something like that to me, but ya' went ahead and did it anyway! I can't fuckin' believe you!"

"What fucking promise, Dean?! I don't remember anything!" Sam yelled back, but then swallowed thickly as Dean got into the younger man's face, "D-Dean?"

Dean grabbed Sam by his shirt, "You fuckin' promised me you'd never lord your height over me you little fucker! But you did!"

*Flashback Time*

Bobby smiled as he watched Dean pick his scrawny five year old brother up and into the kitchen chair. His boys, 'cause he'd be damned if he didn't love'em like his own, were such a good team. Bless their little hearts, Dean was a sharp little pistol and little Sammy was a clever fella.

The smile that had graced his face fell however when he heard sniffling coming from the youngest Winchester.

"B-but Dean! What if I never get big?" little Sammy hiccuped, "W-what if I never get to be big like you or Uncle Bobby or Daddy? What if I'm always tiny?"

Bobby opened his mouth to comfort the tyke, but Dean beat him to the punch with his supposed 'sacred and totally always true and awesome big brother reasoning'.

"Well, 'course you're always gonna be little, Sammy!" Dean snorted as he ruffled the wayward curls on his brothers head, "You're my little brother, so ya' always gotta be smaller than me!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Ace. Sammy's growin' like a weed. In fact-"

"Uncle Bobby. I love ya' an' all...but if you finish that sentece-"

"I happen to think the kid'll outgrow ya'. I mean look at the kid, Dean. He's taller than you were when ya' was his age."

Dean glared at Bobby, his face looking every inch of pissed off kitten, which almost made Bobby chuckle. He couldn't wait until Dean learned how to glare properly. At the rate he was going, Bobby was probably gonna bust a lung from laughter.

The green eyed boy turned his gaze to his little brother, who had a large grin on his face, "Do ya' mean it, Uncle Bobby?! Am I gonna be bigger than Dean?! Dean, Dean, Dean! Did ya' hear what he said?!"

"Yeah. I heard him."

Bobby paused for a moment. Uh-oh. Maybe he shouldn't have worded it quite like that...

And Sammy, bless his big ol' tender heart, seemed to sense just what was wrong with his big brother, "Oh, don't worry, Dean! I might get lots bigger than you, but you'll always be m'big brother! I promise, Dean, I promise!"

"Ya' promise, huh?" Dean drawled slowly, "Hey, Sammy? Will you promise me somethin' else?"

Bobby narrowed his eyes. What was that little sneak up to?

"Yeah, Dean, 'course I will!" Sammy nodded as he held up both his pinkies, then paused for a moment, "Uh, what's the other promise, Dean?"

"You gotta promise me that you'll never, ever, ever act taller than me, 'kay, Sammy? If, if, you get bigger than me, ya' can't ever help me reach things in high places." Dean said, then hooked his pinkies with his baby brothers, "Got it?"

"Yeah!" the curly headed child said, paused, then shook his head, "Uh...why?"

Dean rolled his eyes at the little boy, as if the answer was right in front of him, "'Cause it's my responsibilty to get things in high places. Says so in the 'How Big Brother's Gotta Act Just 'Cause I Say' book."

"Oh! Do I get to read it? I like books, Dean!" Sammy said as Dean grinned to himself.

"Nope. You're a lil' brother, so you'll never get to read it. Sorry."

Plan Scatter-brain is a go, Dean thought to himself as Sammy's face fell.

"But..."

"But?" Sammy asked, his eyes starting to sparckle with curiousity once again, "But what, Dean?"

"But...if ya' let me do the high reaching, I'll tell ya' all about it, 'kay, tiger?"

Bobby bit his lip to keep from laughing. This was just to much. The poor little guy had no idea he was being played and Dean was taking advantage of that fact...

Poor Sammy sure was gonna regret making that promise when he was older.

*End Flashback Time*

Sam gaped at his older brother, "You...you actually expected me...to remember a promise I made...when I was five?!"

"Fuck yes, I do!"

"But Dean," Sam said slowly, deliberately, "Just when the hell did I break the fucking promise?!"

Dean growled at him, "You don't remember what you fuckin' did at breakfast this mornin'?!"

No. No way. There was no fucking way that his older fucking brother was being a big cry baby over something so...so...so...

Wait. This was Dean. Of course he'd make a big deal out of something this stupid.

"...are you saying that you're mad that I reached over you to grab the plates in the back of the cabinet?"

"YES!" Dean roared, his lip curled, left eye twitching, the vein in his forehead pulsing.

Sam swallowed the giggle that threatened to escape, "Do...do you...do you want me to go put them back so you can get'em this time?"

"You little shit! Are you makin' fun of me?!"

Dean was gonna kill him.

Sam couldn't help but burst out in hysterics, "Oh! Oh my God! Dean! You! Y-you! I c-can't! Ah! Ha ha!"

"Sammy! If ya' don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm gonna-"

"What's the matter tiny?" Sam asked as he stood up and towered over his big brother, "Having a little problem?"

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

Sam took off running, some little brother instinct telling him that fleeing was better than facing his older brother, who ran after him. However, his uncontrollalble laughter couldn't be stopped so he was gasping for air in just a few seconds. Dean, powered by unadulterated rage, tackled the taller man.

"You're such a little bitch, Sammy!" Dean said as he pinned the taller man to the floor.

Sam wrinkled his nose and snorted, "And you're a jerk. So what?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at the younger man, then released his hold on him, "Do what you did at breakfast again and I'll take you out at the knees, got it?"

Sam stood up and, he tried not to, he really did, said, "That shouldn't be too hard for you, Dean. You're closer to my knees than you are my head anyway."

"SAMMY!"