Title: Small Victories

Author: PlatinumRoseLady

Disclaimer: I didn't create Sam and Dean. I just treat them better than Kripke does

Challenge: "Trash"

Word Count: 100 words. How I love thee, Word Count Feature

Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.

Spoiler Alert: None. Weechester fic – Dean is nine years old, Sam is five

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It had been a well planned attack. His prey had had no clue what was coming when he'd pounced. Oh, his quarry had put up an excellent struggle, but now he had him right where he wanted him – pinned down and utterly helpless.

Time to finish this.

Dean dug in his fingers.

A loud, high-pitched scream filled the air.

"Dean! Nonononononono! (giggle) ! Uncle… (shriek) UNCLE!" Sam begged through gales of hysterical laughter as his older brother tickled him silly.

Dean looked around the motel room and grinned; it was utterly trashed.

It was worth it to see Sammy smile.