Double Drabble. WoW: Scratch
Word count: 200. Ish.
"You know, you really shouldn't be driving with that thing," Sam said, eyeing the sling Dean was currently sporting.
Dean sniffled. "Shaddup."
"Hey man, I'm just saying."
"Read your book."
Sam rolled his eyes and looked out the window. He was slowly drifting off to sleep-
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh. Ineedyouscratchmnose."
Sam turned to face his brother. "What?"
"I need you to, um, scratchmynosecuzititches."
"Dude. English."
"I need you. To scratch my nose."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "You what?"
"It itches. I can't scratch it."
Sam straightened up. "Oh. Uh, okay." He lightly rubbed his brother's nose.
Dean huffed. "C'mon, scratch it like a man. None of this gentle pansy shit."
"Dude, I don't know how to scratch your nose."
"You scratch it. Like a nose."
"Dean-"
"Scratch it!"
It was Sam's turn to huff. He scratched Dean's nose with his pointer finger.
"God, you suck! You're, like, officially the world's worst nose scratcher."
Sam stopped his scratching and flicked Dean's nose.
"Ow!"
"Jerk."
"Move it over to- ah. Yeah. Riiight there. Oooooh, yes."
"This is weird. Can I be done?"
"You are relieved of your nose-scratching duties."
Sam rubbed his finger on his jeans. "Better?"
Dean sniffed. He nodded. "Better."