Humor Me
Another cheap motel after another hunt completed. Dean twirled the room key around his finger while leaning against the doorframe and watching Sam grab all the bags. Sam scowled at him as he walked past Dean. Dean smirked and pushed away from the door. Just as he did, though, a kick to the back of his knees sent him to the floor. Sam threw the bags down, laughing at his little joke.
"Sammy, I'd stop laughing if I were you." Dean warned as he got to his feet and brushed his jeans off. Sam fell onto the one full size bed, his body bouncing back up with the force of the fall. Dean kicked the door closed and glared at Sam. Sam grinned and crossed his arms behind his head. Dean kicked his shoes off and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the nearby chair.
"Aww, is Dean mad at Sammy?" Sam teased. Dean shot another glare and Sam made like he was scared. Dean huffed and ran for the bed. Sam's eyes widened. He rolled off the bed just in time to see Dean land on the mattress and bounce off on top of Sam. Sam grunted as he was sprawled out on the floor by his big brother. "Dean, you need to lose some weight. You're getting kinda heavy."
Dean poked Sam in the side, making Sam jerk. He bit back a laugh when Dean did it again. Sam locked his legs around Dean's and flipped him over, pinning him to the floor. Dean struggled against Sam, finally giving up. "You can let me up now, Sammy."
Sam squinted his eyes in mock anger and released his hold on Dean. Dean took that as his chance to flip his baby brother over and pin him down this time. Dean smirked and Sam just huffed, trying to push against Dean and make him roll off. Dean stared, an amused glint in his eyes. "Dean." Sam whined, wiggling underneath the heavy body on top of him. "Dean, let me up."
"Will you be a good boy?" Dean said in a serious tone, but his eyes held amusement. Sam rolled his eyes but nodded. "Good." Dean let go of Sam's wrists and stood up. He grabbed Sam's hand and yanked Sam to his feet. Sam stumbled and glared at Dean's back as he made his way to the bathroom.
Dean was just about to close the door when a pillow hit him in the back of the head. He stopped midstep and turned around. Sam grinned and waved. "Hi, Dean."
"Alright, Sammy. You asked for it." Dean grumbled and ran for Sam. Sam rolled over the other bed, but didn't make it. Dean grabbed his long legs and they rolled to the floor. They stayed on the floor, wrestling, for what felt like an eternity.
"Okay, you win." Sam gasped out through his laughter. Dean slapped Sam's shoulder one last time for good measure and got up. Sam sat up, resting his weight on his arms. He laughed, not able to contain it anymore. Dean doubled over in laughter, too, and fell on the bed.
"Bitch." Dean chuckled and lazily threw a pillow at Sam.
"Jerk."
