Disclaimer- Supernatural is not mine, I am not making any money off of this. I am simply borrowing the characters.
I decided to just pick a bunch of random words from the dictionary and write stories from them.
Elbow-
"Okay, so get this-" Sam turned his laptop around and pushed it towards Dean across the little motel table.
Dean looked up from their dads journal and pulled the laptop towards him, tilting the screen back to get a better look at the words written on the screen.
"I made my way into the booking system database from the local police station, turns out they arrested a man who kind of matches our description. I'm thinking one of us could check it out, while the other could go to the library and see if they have any books on this thing." Sam pushed his bangs out his face and lent back in his seat.
Deans eyes skimmed the booking report on the laptop and nodded, "sure, I'll go get my suit from the trunk."
Sam scoffed, "who says you are going to go down to booking?"
Dean's eyebrows raised, "dude, you always have library duty."
"Exactly Dean, can't we just, I dunno. Switch places for once? You can do the research this time."
"Screw that," Dean pushed himself up and away from the table, his chair skidding back loudly against the worn out lino floor.
"No way man," Sam straightened his spine and sat back up in his chair, "we settle this the old-fashioned way." Sam made a fist and rested it against an upturned palm, nodding his head at Dean telling him to do the same.
Dean rolled his eyes but played along, making a fist he smiled coyly and nodded. Counting Sam's fist connecting with his palm, he counted to two and then drew scissors, while Sam drew rock.
Sam laughed at Dean's expression. "Dean, always with the scissors," he said mockingly.
"Best two out of three bitch."
Sam sighed but he played Dean again with the same results. "Rock beats scissors jerk. I'll go get my suit and then we can go alright?"
Dean groaned a "damn it" and as Sam got up out of his seat and walked past him towards the front door of their motel room, Dean aimed an elbow and jabbed his brother in the hip.
"Dean!" Sam staggered sideways and frowned at the elder hunter. "What the hell?"
"Oops," was all Dean said as he turned his head back towards Sams laptop on the table, hiding his grin.
