Fighting: It's what we do.
AN: Another story idea that came from a friends prompt. There will actually be three installments for this one. So I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I dont own the characters from Supernatural
Chapter 1
"Dean!" John barked his name from the sideline. "Guard your head!"
"I'm guarding my head," Dean fumed. "He's just got freakishly long arms!"
Sam laughed. "No longer than they were yesterday," he taunted.
"You must have gained at least three inches last night," Dean countered raising his guard, but Sam's fist still managed to glance off the top of his head.
"Your head Dean!" John called again, his tone sounding a little amused.
Dean's eyes narrowed as he glared up at his brother; who for all the trouble he was having fighting might as well have gone from 5 feet over night to 6. The twenty year old smirked. "My socks don't match," he pointed out randomly. As expected Sam's eyes darted to his feet and Dean took the opportunity to strike, bringing his little brother back down to his level.
Thanks for reading!
Morganeth Tarendrel
