What was that?"
"What was what?" Dean muttered, all his attention concentrated on his gun.
Sam frowned. "Not sure. Thought I saw something pass the door."
Dean gave him a toothy smile." Your eyes giving up finally, huh? You're too vain to go for the glasses you need."
"I'm not vain and I don't need glasses," the younger Winchester huffed.
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Dean snorted.
"You do too. Making love to that laptop has its downside. Don't think I haven't noticed you upped the page magnification."
"Did not,"was the miffed reply.
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Dean lowered his booted feet from the table.
"I can come round there and prove it if you want."
Sam closed the laptop with a thump."I don't need glasses!"
"Okay, Sammy. No need to get your panties in a twist."
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"Dean. …! What was that?" Sam said, pushing his chair back.
"It's just you and me in here, bro."
"No," Sam was almost shouting now. "I saw something run by that doorway."
His hand went to his waistband and to his gun.
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Dean looked up at his little brother, a fond smile curling his lips. "Well, fearless hunter, go see what it is."
Sam glared at him suspiciously. "You don't believe I saw anything?"
"Only one way to find out, dude. Come on, I'll watch your back. "
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"There Dean..." Sam shouted again. "Didn't you see it?"
Sam made his way cautiously to the door... only to see the cutest, pinkest, most innocuous Easter Bunny one could hope to encounter, sitting placidly in the middle of the corridor.
"What'd think, Sammy? I cooked it up 'specially for you. There's spells for just about anything in the books, and when I came across this, I couldn't resist! Happy Easter Sam," he grinned, clapping a hand on his little brother's shoulder.
Sam gazed in wonder at the little furry animal as it winsomely twitched its nose. For once he was completely at a loss for words. So he settled for "Happy Easter, Dean."