Title: All Legs
Author: MissAnnThropic
LiveJournal: miss_annthropic(dot)livejournal(dot)com
Summary: "Hey!" Dean said, "I told you to distract the witch, not get whammied by her." Pure crack!fic
Disclaimer: None of it's mine. I'm just a sad little fangirl that spends her days writing fanfic and watching DVDs of her favorite shows :(
"I'm just saying, you're the reason we can't take the Impala in the first place."
Dean cast a sidelong look at his brother when he was met with stolid silence. The woods were entirely too chipper for the walking storm cloud that was Sam Winchester.
Dean narrowed his eyes but would not be deterred so easily.
"You might keep in mind the countless times I carried your ass around when you were little."
Still no response from Sam (besides him angrily stomping through the fallen foliage).
Dean smirked. "Of course, that phase didn't last long."
Sam sighed in annoyance.
"You hit thirteen and shot up almost overnight."
Sam didn't even act interested.
"Still weighed next to nothing, though," Dean teased and reached out to playfully slap Sam's shoulder. Sam, fuming, sidestepped and threw a dark look at Dean.
Dean smiled innocently. "You were all legs, dude."
Sam gave him a warning look.
Dean grinned wickedly. "Coltish, you might say."
That finally got a reaction out of Dean's younger brother. Sam turned his head and bit Dean in the arm.
Dean jumped back, hand clamping over his pinched shoulder. "Ow! Hey!" Dean glared at Sam, frowned, then said as he rotated his arm, "I don't know one end of a horse from the other, but I take it that flat ear look you're giving me means Sammy's not a happy pony."
Sam glared hotly at Dean from underneath his chestnut forelock. It figured that Sam the horse was just as shaggy-haired as Sam the man.
Dean couldn't help it… he chuckled.
Sam snorted, tossed his head indignantly, and walked off, leaving Dean to jog to catch up.
"Oh, come on, Sammy… don't be such an ass."
Sam lashed his tail, catching Dean full in the face.
"Hey! I told you to distract the witch, not get whammied by her. Don't blame me that she was a horse nut."
Sam stopped, turned his neck to peer back at Dean, and one ear swiveled in Dean's direction.
Dean came up alongside Sam and sighed. "Should wear off in a few hours, little brother… but until then…" Dean stepped closer to Sam and rested a hand on his long back behind his withers.
Sam made a furious noise and lifted one back leg threateningly.
Dean shied away. "Hey!"
Sam snorted and continued walking.
Dean was determined. When would this opportunity ever present itself again?
He trotted after his brother. "Come on, Sammy… it's a long walk back to the cabin…"
Sam plodded on, tacitly ignoring Dean.
Dean sing-songed, "I'll give you a car-rot!"
END