"Nooooooooooooo - Deeeaaaannn!"

Little Sammy's wail ended in a scream of laughter when Dean tackled him to the rug and started tickling him mercilessly. "Give!"

"No, Dean, no!"

"Mwahahahahahaha!" Giggling, Dean dug his fingers into the little boy's sides. "Give!"

Sam shrieked and writhed, helpless with laughter. "No!"

"Give!" Dean pulled up Sam's faded Spiderman pajama top and blew a sloppy raspberry on his tummy. "Give!"

"No no no no nonononononono –

"BOYS!"

The youngsters froze.

John stood in the doorway, face stern. "I told you two to keep it down! It's like a madhouse in here!"

Ashamed, Dean's face dropped. "Sorry, Dad."

"Sorry, Dad!" Sam echoed, eyes wide.

"I'm afraid 'sorry' isn't good enough." John advanced on them. "I'm gonna have to teach you boys a lesson."

Before either boy could move, John had Dean in one big hand and Sam in the other. Grinning, he flipped both of them over onto their backs and started tickling.

"GIVE!"