"Sam stop it" Dean said, pushing his brother away as he tried to go back to sleep. Sam poked him again. Dean grunted and shoved his brother again. Sam scowled and poked Dean in the side.

"Hehehey I said stop I'm trying to sleep Damn it Sam" Dean said sitting up quickly, throwing his pillow at Sam. He rubbed the back of his head and then sighed.

"Well thanks, now I'm up" He said, sounding really annoyed. He looked up at Sam and noticed he was looking at him with a look of surprise.

"What?" Dean asked. A smile crept onto Sam's lips.

"Did you laugh when I poked you?" He asked, chuckling. Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother.

"No, I didn't" He said, he finally got up out of bed and was now putting on a t-shirt and jeans. Sam laughed again.

"Yeah you did I heard it" He said. He walked up behind his brother and poked his left side. Dean jumped and turned his side quickly away from Sam.

"Stop!" Dean shouted, covering his side.

"You're ticklish" Sam said, crossing his arms. Dean scoffed.

"No I am not" Dean said "I got startled and that was it, now help me get some more information on this shape shifter." He suddenly felt another poke on his right side this time. He jumped and a small sound that sounded like a squeak came out of his mouth.

"Damn it Sam, I said stop!" Dean cried. Sam just laughed.

"Dude I'm not gonna ignore this, this is too great, you're ticklish" Sam said, he started advancing towards his brother.

"Sam, don't even think it, I told you I'm not ticklish, we aren't kids anymore" Dean said, putting his hands up. Sam just kept coming.

It wasn't a few seconds later that Sam was chasing Dean around the room, jumping over the beds and flipping over desks.

"Sam don't!" Dean shouted, not knowing what else to do he dove under the bed, attempting to hide, which didn't quite work. Dean got stuck under the bed with his legs still sticking out the underside.

"Fuck!" he shouted, he tried to get out but he was completely stuck, and the bed was bolted to the floor so there was no way he was gonna push it up off of him.

"Ah, well now you're stuck" Sam said "Perfect"

"Sam, please don't tickle me" Dean said, he sounded like he was begging. He heard Sam laugh and then he felt his weight on his legs.

"Are your feet ticklish Dean?" Sam asked, looking at his brother's feet, which were bare because he hadn't put on socks yet.

"No Sam please!" Dean cried. But of course Sam didn't listen. Dean suddenly felt his right foot start to tingle as Sam used his index finger, dragging it up and down his foot.

"Sam….S-stohahap" Dean said, trying not to laugh. Sam said nothing. Dean then felt all five fingers scribbling over his foot. Dean flipped out.

"Sam noohohohohoho stop plehehehehehease!" He shouted, he couldn't move at all. Sam laughed as he tickled his brother.

"I knew it, poor Dean, you're just so ticklish" he said, he grabbed Deans other foot and he started tickling both at the same time. Dean hit his head on the bed springs jumping.

"SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT SAMMY STOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" He cried. Then he felt nothing. Sam stopped tickling him and finally pulled him out from under the bed which took a little while, haha. Dean was sweaty and a little breathless.

"Sorry Dean, I had to" Sam said, chuckling. Dean shook his head.

"You're evil Sam" He said, whipping sweat from his forehead.

"Nah, I'd only be evil if I had done it longer, that was only like 5 minutes" Sam stated. He smiled at his brother, who glared at him then smiled back.

"I'm gonna get you back Sam, you know that" Dean said, poking Sam's side. Sam giggled at the poke.

"Yeah but not any time soon" He said. Dean rolled his eyes.

"When you least expect it" He said.

Just a little story I thought about an wanted to write let me know how it was!