Wrote this yesterday 22nd August 2016. I love imagining the mini squabbles that Dean and Sam have :) Especially as they often reveal more pressing issues than they care to let on. Please feel free to check out the other prompts and I would really appreciate some reviews for feedback x Thanks in advance.
'No Sam! For the hundredth time, no!' I heard Dean's voice bound of the sides of the bunker as I close the front door behind me with an exasperated sigh. Not again.
Skipping down the stairs two at a time, I jumped the last of the stone steps and ran into the living room or the wrestling ring based on the raised voices. I immediately noticed that Sam's usually calm face was flushed.
'What's up?' I asked arms folded across my chest.
'Finally, Celeste tell my brother what a moron he is,' Dean breathed a sigh of relief as he came and stood next to me.
'I'm not a moron, Dean,' Sam moaned as he rolled his eyes, I must be rubbing off on him.
'Why is Sam supposedly a moron?'
'He wants to build a garden house!'
'A garden house?' I questioned, my head tilting to one side.
'Yeah stupid right' Dean insisted, under the impression that I was agreeing with him.
'What's wrong with that?' my voice came out slightly high-pitched which was annoying to say the least, clearly I failed to mask my disbelief.
'Thank you, Cel' Sam smiled triumphantly at Dean.
Dean turned to me with a stern look.
'Why are you encouraging him, since when do we have the time for projects like this? I mean what are you going to do? Grow an army of frigging vegetables, salad boy!' Dean taunted as Sam shook his head, smartly choosing not to engage in any further debates with his older brother.
'I think you're getting confused with a green house, Dean,' I pointed out.
'Green house, garden house, what's the difference?' he huffed.
'A green house is almost like a fancy shed. You can have a mini seating area inside. It would be lovely and relaxing in the summer. Imagine it Dean, putting your feet up after a long hunt, sipping whiskey in one of the cushioned chairs.'
'You're as crazy as he is. So you want to play happy families? We don't even have a proper garden.'
'Dean, there is loads of space out front!' Sam objected.
'That land doesn't belong to us, Sam.'
'Since when do we ask for planning permission?' I interjected.
'Stay out of this short-stack,' Dean quipped.
'Hey! You are usually in a good mood when you use that nickname for me,' I pouted trying to change Dean's mood, upon seeing his flashing eyes I relented and said to Sam, 'I'll help you with your project, Sam. I think it is a great idea.'
'To Hell with both of you,' Dean muttered as he walked away.
'No thanks, I don't plan on visiting anytime soon,' I chuckled and grinned at Sam, he held his hand up for me and I high-fived it.
'Cel, this is going to be awesome,' Sam concluded as I followed him eagerly.
I couldn't wait to hear more about his plans for our little garden house.