Chapter 11: General POV Sam and Dean walking to the car at the school
"Sam?"
Sam looked over at his brother and saw the smug look on his face.
"I wanna ask you an honest question."
"So then ask."
Dean held back a laugh and stopped in front of his younger brother.
"You gonna ask, or not?"
Dean nodded and got on his knees.
"I'm not marrying you, Dean, you're not my type," Sam said as he looked to the side and held his nose in the air.
"I don't wanna marry you, jackass."
Sam nodded and looked down at him again.
"You think this is how Jackson felt?" he asked through a laugh.
Sam shook his head and walked around Dean.
"Wait, Sammy, I wanted to bite your ankles!"
"You're being a jerk, Dean."
"No, I'm being a midget, and compared to you, he was," Dean said as he stood up and dusted his knees off.
Sam stopped and turned to look at him.
"What? You think he'll be mad if I call him ankle biter?" Dean asked as he ran to catch up with Sam.
"No, but considering you're the same height, he might want to pick a fight with you."
"Then I'll just have my Jolly Green Moping Giant little brother beat him up for me."
"I don't want to beat him up again, Dean, one time is enough."
"Fine. Then all you have to do is place your palm on his forehead and let me hit him while he tries to swing at you."
Sam glanced over at him and rolled his eyes.
"What? Come on, man, it'll be funny."
"No, it won't. It'll embarrass him."
"And you don't think getting beat up by you didn't have the same effect?" Dean asked with a shrug.
Sam turned to glare at him.
"Don't hit me bean stalk! I'm sorry! Please don't step on me!" Dean said as he held up his hands.
Sam shook his head but smiled a bit as he started walking again.
"But really."
"Really what?"
"Try stepping on him next time. I wanna see if he makes that neat 'splat' sound."
"Jerk."
"Don't forget it, either."
(A/N) I wanna say a special thanks to FireZombie for the joke. THANKS TONS HON!!!!!!!!!! Please review.