Trained Soldier
By Montez
Disclaimer: Still wishing they were mine, just not that lucky yet.
A/N: E/O Challenge: FLY

Sam was poised for the attack. He stealthily moved closer, trying not to make any sudden moves. As he neared his prey he raised his weapon like the trained soldier he was. Then without hesitation he struck.

"Damn it Sam, what the hell was that for?" Dean jumped, rubbing the top of his head where his brother had just hit him with a rolled up magazine.

Reaching down, Sam picked up the victim of his assault, showing the small object pinched between his fingers to his brother, "There was a fly in your hair." Sam smiled walking toward the trash.