Dean tried not to panic as his hand touched the moist piece of food that was floating in the kitchen sink. Disgusting! More than that, it was slimy spaghetti noodles that Bobby thought he would make that night to mark the special occasion of the boys visiting him that weekend. All Dean wanted to do was chop his hand off, or less dramatically, fling the offending piece of food far into oblivion.
"Did you clean the dishes?" Bobby asked, striding into the kitchen without a care in the world.
Acting as if Dean's hand was not hanging in the balance after coming into contact with the food. Throwing him a withering look, he displayed the noodle he managed to catch between two fingers. Bobby stared at the food for a minute, before shrugging.
"Do you see this?" the sixteen-year-old demanded.
"Yep. Make sure you polish the china, too."
"Bite me!"
Flinging water at Bobby's back, he got his revenge when the hunter looked outraged at his conduct. With a sly smile, Bobby lithely slid next to Dean and splashed water directly in his face.
Payback!