At the sound of the bathroom door opening, Sam quickly pressed the up button on the remote, praying nothing too incriminating was on.
"Telemundo?" Dean asked skeptically, running his towel over his hair.
Sam shrugged. "Figured I should brush up on my Spanish," he lied, and as soon as it came out of his mouth he knew Dean knew it was a lie.
They both looked down at the remote that Sam had thrown haphazardly to the foot of his bed, before both having the same thought and diving for it.
There was a slight, brief scuffle over the remote, but Dean had the advantage of not being bent in half and managed to get it away from his little brother. He quickly pressed the "Recall" button, Sam still pulling futilely at his arm, and there it was:
A giant Russian man wrapped around a small Asian woman, both of them spinning and in leotards and ice skates.
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked from the television to Sam's guilty face and back several times, before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. "Really man? You were watching figure skating?" he managed to say between laughs.
"For your information," Sam said over his brother's guffaws, "it's a perfectly legitimate sport!"
"Sure, for pansies and drama queens," Dean replied, throwing his towel at Sam's head, still snickering.
"Shut up," Sam replied, dodging the cloth, but there was no heat behind his words. His brother was laughing—truly, outright laughing—and it was the first time Sam could remember in a long time.
Dean could laugh at him as much as he wanted, so long as he kept laughing.
A/N: Daw, ain't they cute? ;)
So yeah, I was watching the Olympics a couple nights ago. Then the idea of Sam wanting to watch figure skating popped into my head, and...voila.
Hope it made you smile. :)