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Chapter 29 – Snack Time
An outright roar echoed down the hallway and a door slammed. "Dean! You bastard!"
Dean dropped the newspaper on the table and held his hand out to his coffee cup. Sammy was stomping down the hall and roaring "Dean!" along the way.
Dean thought he saw ripples on the surface of the coffee. An earthquake couldn't shake the bunker but evidently Sam's temper could make waves in standing fluids. Dean ran.
Gosh, his little brother couldn't take a joke, Dean thought, as he looked for a place to hide. It was just a little cream cheese in the toothpaste tube and, yes, he had put bleach in the mouthwash bottle but he had made it all girly pink with food coloring. They had been playing these little pranks on each other all week but it looked like Dean had hit a nerve.
Well, it wasn't Nair in the shampoo but, even so, Dean was making a mental note not to mess with Sam's hygiene products unless he was willing to pay a price.
He hit the dining room in a flat out run and charged through the room to the door to the kitchen. The door slammed closed behind him and he hit the floor. Crawling behind the stainless steel counter he was trying to stay out of sight. There was a porthole window in the door and maybe Sam would just look through and pass by.
He heard the door latch click and knew he would be in clear sight as soon as the door swung wide so he did a rapid crawl and shoved his back against the narrow end. He held his breath and listened. Sam was not just going to pass by, he was coming in.
Sam was muttering something but it was so deep and low Dean only heard the thrum of Sam's voice, no words. The quiet was broken by a loud crash. It sounded like Sam had jumped onto the counter and was kicking the equipment out of his way.
Dean didn't even have time to run. He looked up into Little Brother's eyes over head. "Hi, Sammy," he smiled, hoping for mercy. Sam was leaning over the end of the counter and reaching for Dean.
Dean fell forward and tried to crawl out of reach before his brother ate him alive.
A big hand snagged his belt "Where you goin' Dean?" Sam purred.
"Your ass is mine and I'm in the mood for an afternoon snack.
