A/N: I do remember to write in this... I've just been fighting writer's block... and I've been sleeping a lot... anywho, I'm writing again, so here goes.
Sam laughed, quickly sobering up, "When did this happen?"
"I dunno, couple months ago, I guess?"
"You guess?"
"I mean, we've been friends forever and then a couple a months ago, we had a few too many and.."
"OK. We don't need to hear more. I'm just glad you found someone that's not a Novak." John laughed.
"Well, Sam's already dating Satan."
"Not who I meant and you know it."
"Yeah. I know." Dean picked up the dishes and put them in the sink. He went over to the cupboard that housed the popcorn supplies. He poured the oil in the pot as well as a kernel. "So is it OK that we're doing this?"
"What? Moving in together? I mean, you two practically live together as is, might as well make it official."
"Thanks, Dad."
Sam stopped texting long enough to pitch in, "Called it."
"Shut up,you," Dean laughed, throwing a kernel of corn at his brother, before dumping a cup into the pot.
"Ow! That hurt, jerk!"
"Aw, quit being such a bitch, Samantha."
"Boys, why did you two even start that?" John asked, laughing.
"Dunno." Both boys shrugged.
"So, Dean, how are things going at Bobby's?"
"Same. Everyone misses you though. You should drop by more often."
"Y'know how it is, Dean."
"Yeah, I know." Dean said, pouring the popcorn into bowls. "But, still, it'd be good for the guys to see your face. I mean you're like the all-star down there."
"OK. I'll see what I can do, OK?"
"OK." Dean smiled. "Now let's go watch some Indiana Jones."
The first three movies were spent with Dean watching the movies intently, occasionally eating a handful of popcorn. However, during the last one, a popcorn fight erupted between Dean and Sam. Finally, around three, they had the mess cleaned up and went to bed, planning on sleeping till noon.
Around nine, Sam woke to pebbles pinging on his window. He groaned groggily moving ot the window, pulling it up to see a grinning Nick.
"Nick, what the hell are you doing?"
"Sammy, it's Saturday!"
"Yeah... your point?"
"We have places to be and things to do!"
"Not till tonight, we don't."
"But Sammyyyy."
"Fine. Give me five minutes."
"Yay!"
Sam set about getting dressed and headed downstairs, stopping in the kitchen to say goodbye to his dad.
"Doesn't that boy ever knock?" John asked, giving Sam a hug.
"Not that I've noticed."
"So when are you gonna be back?"
"Dunno. Our Marvel double feature isn't until tonight, but apparently Nick has plans."
"Apparently. OK, kiddo, have fun, see you when you get home."
"Thanks, Dad."
John smiled as he watched Sam give Nick a hug and get into Nick's '79 F150.
As he watched Nick get into the truck, Sam yawned. "So what's worth getting up so early for?"
"Aww.. Sammy, I'm wounded."
Sam laughed "Uh huh.. sure. That doesn't answer my question."
"Well, I thought we'd head to the beach."
"Beach? Luce, I don't know if you've checked lately, but we live in the middle of frickin' Kansas."
"Yeah, well, I talked to your dad and he said that I could kidnap you for the weekend. So... you up for Chi-town?"
"Chicago? Heck yeah!"
"OK. Well it's an 8 ½ hour drive, so why don't you get some sleep?"
Sam nodded, leaning his head against the window. As he was just about asleep, he heard Dean's voice over the speaker. "So you've got Sammy for the weekend right?"
"Yeah. Everything set on your end?"
"Damn straight." Dean sounded ready to hang up, but then he quietly asked, "Luce, you won't let anything happen to my baby bro, right?"
Nick sighed, "Of course not, Dean, you're not the only one who loves him. You know that."
"I know. Just double checking. Thanks for getting him outta town."
"OK, Dean, go take care of the prank of the century."
A/N: So that's where I'm stopping for now... I have some more written, starting with a flashback so you guys know what Dean and Nick were talking about... and then for a bit the story will follow Dean for a chapter so you can see this prank in action... and how it ends.