Disclaimer: I own nothing. Oh and cursing…
"Heeeyy Sammmmm…"
"Oh god. Make him go away."
"Guess what I got?"
"Happy place, happy place. I'm in my happy place."
"Come on Sammy get up and look!"
"Nonono… I'm in a forest, in my happy place. ooh a bunny…"
"Looooooooooooooooooooooook!"
"Want a carrot Mr. Bunny?"
THUD
Sam opened his eyes regretfully to get a face full of his older brother hopping up and down on his once occupied bed like a kid on crack.
"Jesus Christ Dean… You didn't have to shove me off the damn bed! I was sleeping if you hadn't noticed!" Sam said getting up from the motels gray carpet.
"Shut it geek. Guess what I found on the side of the road?" Dean continued to hop.
"Please don't let it be a bunny." Sam thought to himself
"Guess!" Dean tried again at his brother's silence
"A new friend?" Sam tried hesitantly not wanting a roadkill buddy
Dean stopped hopping
"What? No you re-re, something better…"
Dean smiled somewhat sadistically
"FIREWORKS!!!" he yelled producing six plastic bags overflowing with fireworks from behind his back.
"Holy Shit…" Sam breathed walking towards the bed where Dean began dumping his arsenal on.
Dean immediately landed on top of his 'booty' grabbing with his arms until everything was underneath him and away from spoiley little brothers.
"MINE!" Dean screeched
"Dude, no way! There's enough firepower here to light up a fucking stadium…" Sam started
Dean stared at Sam
"Well then what was the point of waking me up?" Sam asked
"Oh." Dean looked at the fireworks around him
"I thought you'd be happy for me." He smirked
Sam stared at Dean, his lower lip pouted.
"Gimmie some!" Sam whined stomping his foot
"No."
"Deeeeeaaaaannnn!!!!" Sam cried
"Go get your own Sam! But remember, later tonight, I. will. win." Dean confirmed
Sam stood quickly and grabbed the Impala's keys and one of the random fraud-cards that had been arranged like a peacock's feathers (A/N don't ask) of false identities on the mantel (bored nights), and stormed out the door barefoot, in only his boxers and a t-shirt.
At that moment the TV came to life on the weather channel as Dean watched it.
"Yeah, and for all the angsty-emo little brothers out there in crappy motel rooms, it is like 15 degrees outside, so grab a coat and pants before your tantrum." The weatherman announced.
Dean looked at the now closed door.
"Oh well Mr. Weatherman, I guess Sammy missed your report…" Dean said to the TV
"Don't worry Dean, Sam ju—" the tv was caught off by one of Dean's bullets
"Ahhh! Talking TV!!!" Dean ran around in panicked circles, occasionally stopping at the TV to kick it a few times.
"Oh well… Dean sat on the bed and began organizing his arsenal forgetting about the possessed TV.
Two hours and a half later a frozen Sam stumbled into the room with a determined look on his face carrying five bags of fireworks in his arms, which he dumped on the other bed.
"A little cold there Sammy?" Dean asked his blue (literal) brother
"Shut-Up." Sam tossed a crumpled piece of paper at Dean's forehead and then walked into the bathroom to take a hot shower.
"Dropped something here Sammy-Boy!" Dean yelled unwrapping the paper ball that had bounced off his head.
Dean read over the paper and then began laughing at Sam when he came out of the bathroom fully clothed.
"Public indecency?" Dean cackled, pointing at his brother
"You should have seen who filed it." Sam mumbled
"Who?"
Sam sighed
"Who?" Dean tried again
"Some dude who wouldn't take 'no' as an answer." Sam cringed
Dean died. No, I mean it. No, really. He died… laughing his ass off.
Because a gay guy had hit on his brother.
Sam began kicking the crap out of Dean who was laughing uncontrollably on the ground curled into a little ball.
"Wait, wait! Hold on!" Dean stopped laughing and then broke into a weird smile
"I'm gonna piss my pants! Hahahahahaha!" he yelled, hopping into the bathroom.
Sam sighed and sat on the other bed and began arranging his own arsenal.
Dean was going to regret every challenging him to a Blast Battle.
This year he was going to kick Dean's ass.
And then light it on fire a couple of times!
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Blast Battle: Sam and Dean launching fireworks at each other until the other calls mercy… Or needs a hospital
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Author Note:
OK, I know everyone is writing Christmas stories, but I celebrate Hannukah so I thought I would just skip and go straight to New Years and Fireworks!