A/N: Hope you enjoy this. Its my first drabble challenge story
Disclaimer: Don't own anything unless you count my dreams
Word: Whinge
Dean had tried everything he could to move Sam from his laptop. He had even tried to scare him with a haircut but Sam kept typing.
"Man! Are you looking at porn again? So not a good time to be doing that while your bro is starving. C'mon, if you come with me now to get me my coffee and pie, I'll give you some tips for tonight when we hit the bar."
"Dean, would you just quit whinging for a few seconds?"
"Did you just say whinging? What next, tea and crumpets with the queen?"
Sam blushed. "Jess made me take a linguistics class."
"Huh!"
"Dean, you been reading Harry Potter recently?"
"What?"
"How do you know whinging is British?"
That shut Dean up.
A/N: Please review.