RUB
Dean's been naughty. He thinks it's funny, Sam doesn't share his opinion... Payback's a bitch.
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"I'm so glad you're amused …"
Furiously rubbing the shaved patch on his head, Sam glared at the paralysed figure in front of him; bent double, body convulsing in silent tear-streaked sobs of uncontrollable, breathless laughter.
Clutching his aching stomach, Dean staggered across the room, his knees buckling beneath him.
Sam snorted angrily, still threading fingers through his mutilated hair.
"Gaaah!"
The laughing stopped abruptly.
"S-sammy … " a small voice.
"… Sammy; c-can't straighten up!"
Sam grinned evilly as the hunched, panic-stricken figure hobbled towards him, timidly rubbing it's seized back.
He folded his arms; "hey Quasimodo … payback's a bitch, ain't it!"
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