Brothers

"Dammit, Sam," Bobby heard Dean shout and wondered what it was this time. He came around the corner to see Dean slam the refrigerator and stomp outside toward his brother, "Sam!"

Bobby could see and hear them through the open window.

"What?" Sam asked, confused at his brother's tone.

"You at the last piece of pie!"

"What?" Sam asked, laughing in spite of himself and earning him a hard punch in the jaw. "Ok, no, I didn't and what's up with you?"

"What's up with me? Oh, I don't know. The world's going to hell, again. Except this time Cas doesn't seem inclined to help and I've about had it with the lies! And to top it all off, someone decides to finish off the pie." Dean threw another punch that Sam ducked and retaliated with a punch to Dean's ribs.

"I didn't. And, this coming from you who is never straight with anyone," Sam retorted, throwing a retaliatory punch to Dean's ribs. "Look, you wanna fight…"

"Damn straight." Dean threw a hard round kick to Sam's ribs followed by a punch to the face that Sam blocked. Sam threw a punch at Dean's head who returned with another kick to Sam's stomach. Sam retaliated with a low kick that took Dean to the ground.

Inside, Bobby heard the fight outdoors and was about to go and break it up when he suddenly heard Dean laugh as he jumped to his feet.

"I restate what I said a week ago," Sam said heavily through breaths, "Maybe you truly have gone insane!"

"Come on, Sammy. When was the last time we did this?" Dean asked as he threw a light punch to his baby brother's ribs that was blocked.

Sam followed with the same punch that was also blocked. "What? Being at each other's throat? Uh, let's see…"

Dean just shook his head. "No. This," he implied as he faked a left punch that Sam went to block and opened up his head, allowing Dean to pull his baby brother in to a headlock.

"Ga, Dean," Sam protested as he elbowed his brother hard in the ribs, at the same kicking behind his ankle. It didn't throw Dean to the floor, but it tossed him off balance enough for both boys to jump back and circle each other.

But, Sam was suddenly smiling. "You're right. When was the last time I beat you at a match?"

"Not today," Dean challenged.

Both of them threw a right kick at the same time that collided and brought them both to the ground. Sam was quick to elbow his brother in the ribs in an attempt to keep him off; but, Dean simply caught Sam's ankle and turned the tables with Sam's back in the dirt.

Dean laughed, "Give up? You might be out of practice."

For one crazy second, Sam was reminded of what seemed a lifetime ago when Dean had broken in at Stanford. Sam responded the same way as he had then. No retort except to flip Dean back onto the dirt; except, this time he allowed time for both of them to get back to their feet.

Sam threw a left punch that Dean tried to retaliate with a right hook around his neck. Sam just dropped and sent another punch to Dean's ribs that was blocked and returned with two fast ones to Sam and a light right hook to Sam's head he was just a little too slow to entirely miss. Sam returned the favor with the same punch that Dean didn't move out of the way fast enough.

It was at that point as he watched both boys jump back and reposition that Bobby decided to step in. "Boys. When you get done beating each other up, I could use some help with this case."

"Coming, Bobby," Sam conceded.

"Who said?" Dean smiled, throwing a playful jab to Sam's ribs. Sam returned a playful kick that Dean jumped.

"Idjits," Bobby mumbled as he watched the boys come back to the house; but, it'd been awhile since he'd seen them so lighthearted. Maybe, in their odd way, that was exactly what they had needed. But, he figured they should know; besides, the reaction would be priceless. "By the way, Dean. I ate the last piece of pie."