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Tag – You're It

"Dean!" Sam voice was whiny as he looked up at his older brother with puppy dog eyes.

"What now?" Dean grumbled, setting down a now-empty water bottle on a motel counter.

"Come play tag with me!" Sam jumped up and down, tugging on his brother's shirt.

"Tag is no fun with just two people." Dean walked towards a small couch and plopped down, kicking up his feet onto a nearby coffee table. "Awh. Quit giving me that look Sammy."

Tear filled eyes watched Dean's hard expressions before Sam decided to turn away and bound out the motel door.

"Damn it!" Dean jumped up and stopped to put on his shoes before bounding out the door after his younger sibling.

"Sammy whe-" Dean's shout was cut off as water sprayed into his mouth and eyes. He sputtered in surprised and spit the water to the ground. "What the.."

Sam stood giggling nearby with a 'super soaker'. Six small boys stood around Dean, armed with water balloons.

"Oh great." Dean muttered to himself quietly. "This isn't funny Sammy."

"On the count of three. One… Two…" Sam kept giggling while ordering his friends to ambush Dean.

"Sam! No! I'm gonna' kill you if you-"

"Three!"

***

Water dripped down Dean's body as he hobbled back into the current motel room he was staying in. Dried leaves, grass, and mud were smeared across his clothes and face; Dean's shoes squeaked from water inside everytime he took another step.

A female voice sounded from a nearby couch and Dean gasped when he realized who was speaking, "So my little brother was right when he told me that you played with seven and eight year olds.."

"Julie!" A blush crept across Dean's face as he looked at his most recent crush who was staring at him looking very amused.

"I think I should let you get cleaned up." Julie smiled and brushed past Dean, leaving the small room.

"Sammy!" Dean's shout could easily be heard by the entire motel residence.

"Yes?" Seemingly appearing out of thin air, Sam smiled up at his brother and giggled a little more.

"I ought to kill you." He snarled.

"All I wanted was for you to play tag... I didn't mean for you to have to learn the hard way Dean." Sam smiled widely; a gap from a lost tooth accented his innocent façade.

"You're a brat."

"I know."

Just a one shot at a Wee!chester fic. Hope you enjoyed reading! Please R+R!