A/N: makes no sense, and isn't going to lead anywhere, but ahh well. 100 words... ish.
'Dean, what are you doing?' Dean jumped and turned, shielding whatever he was holding away from me, a blush on his cheeks. Well, that was weird, usually, if dean had been doing anything, he wouldn't care at all.
'Dean?' I asked, completly bemused. Dean grimaced.
'Uh, Sam-' I frowned, the only time he acted like that was when-
'Dean, what did you do to my laptop!?' I growled. He looked relieved.
'Nothing, honestly, it's just, I found- I found this thing. Can we keep it?'
'What thing?' Dean turned around and showed me what he was holding.
A hedghog.
Maybe he hit his head harder than I thought.