A/N: For the theme Mummy.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Oh Mighty Pharaoh
"You look awesome Sam."
"Shut up. I look fake; completely and totally fake."
Dean frowned. "You do not. You look incredible. It will completely fool them."
"I hate you." If he had been able to move freely without ruining the illusion, he would have tackled Dean. "You just can't say no to a pretty face, can you?"
A snort, and then his brother's hands were pushing on his shoulders, urging him to lie back down. "C'mon. Like we were supposed to stand around and let a priceless artifact be stolen by a bunch of crazy Egyptian priest ghosts who want the body of their dead ruler back?"
Sam sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his mummy wrappings. "But did it have to be this way? Why am I the one lying here pretending to be Tutmose VI or whoever? Why aren't you the one covered in rags and ace bandages?"
"Because you're taller and closer to the ol' mummy's height. Would it look right to have a short mummy in a sarcophagus too long?"
"You're short. And bossy."
"And you're supposed to be pretending to be a dusty mummy. Now keep quiet!"
Rolling his eyes, Sam held perfectly still, hands crossed over his chest as he waited for the plan to unfold.