"Deeeaaan!" Four-year old Sam whined while he sat on the sofa at Bobby's house. Dean, thinking that Sam had fallen asleep for his nap, had taken the remote and changed the channel from a Thundercats rerun to some Spanish soap opera that Dean was starting to get into. Sam, actually not being asleep, jumped up and began to whine, being cranky.
"Come on, Sam, just take your nap already! I'm trying to catch up on my soaps!" Bobby, watching from behind, thought this was a pretty weird phrase to hear coming out of an eight-year old's mouth, but thought nothing of it.
"But Deeeaaan!" Sam whined once again. He kicked his legs out to hit Dean from where the older kid was sitting at.
"Sam, stop!" Dean shouted. Sam jumped up, reaching for the remote with an expression of cranky determination. Dean tried to get away. Bobby didn't want to interfere with a Winchester fight; last time he had tried that he lost half of his kitchen to a fire.
"Dean, I want to watch the news," Sam said as he reached for the remote that his brother was holding just out of his reach. Even if the younger was taller at twenty-five, the twenty-nine-year old could still manage to hold the remote out of his reach from the sofa seats if he tried.
"I want to watch my soaps!" Dean shouted, stretching in a special way to keep the remote from his giant brother. Even after all these years, Dean still watched the same shows. Sam found it amusing, yet calming that his brother had hardly changed. Dean found it annoying that his brother had wanted to watch the news. Even Thundercats was more entertaining than this crap.
"Dude, it's the news!" Sam shouted back, stretching to try and get the remote without having to get up from his seat. In the end, both the Winchester brothers just ended up falling onto the floor, still reaching for the pesky little remote – the same remote they fought for twenty-one years ago. "We need to know what's going on in the world!"
"Dude, I need to find out what happens to Romando!" Dean retorted. Figuring if he couldn't have the remote, no one could, Dean threw the remote to the wall, where Bobby stepped out to see it had popped out the back, the batteries falling out of it.
"I don't give a rats ass what's on the news or what's going on with Romando," because Bobby watched the same soaps Dean did, "I'm gonna watch Jurassic Park, and whether you two knuckleheads want to join me or not is your choice."
Bobby made his way in-between the two seats that Dean and Sam were in moments before. Gathering themselves off the floor, they ended up back in the seats they were in before.
"Dude, go get popcorn," Dean ordered his little brother.
"You get the popcorn." Sam wrinkled his nose as if the very thought of him getting up from the seat now claimed as his own was like Dean saying Christo.
"You get the popcorn!" Dean shouted this time. Bobby sighed.
At least this famous Winchester fight was about popcorn, and not something else like heaven, hell, or their father.