Michael and Evan

By: chocolate rules

Dean 12, Sam 8

Sammy managed to stuff ten bunny marshmallows into his mouth. Dean had said Sam would be able to get twenty into his mouth. Sam had said he was wrong. Trying it now, he was thinking that maybe Dean was right.

"You're gonna choke on it, Sammy." warned the elder. He was sitting on the bench looking at his brother who was standing right in front of him. They were in the motel backyard. Motel rarely had backyards, but this was a 'family' motel and so it aimed to please.

"Hamf phob!"

"Are too!"

"Hamf phob!" Sammy said more forcefully as he tried to place another bunny into his mouth. The rules said he wasn't allowed to eat them. 'Anyone can eat twenty marshmallows, Sammy!' Dean had told him.

"Are too! Just give up! If you start choking, I'm not giving you mouth to mouth! You can just die for all I care! Cause it ain't happening!" John had started teaching Sam some first aid basic. He had gotten to CPR that morning and had told Dean that he'd have to practice on him. Dean had protested heavily, and was graciously thankful for whatever phone call had interrupted John and had made him usher his sons outside.

Sam rolled his eyes at him. He wanted to say quite a few things to that comment, but decided it was safer to just glare. Dean found his glare funny and started to laugh at his brother's face.

"Shoop poo!" And guessing he meant to say 'shut up' Dean laughed even harder. "Wieny!" Meany.

"Well, that's eleven down Sammy. Almost there." Dean said. If Sammy managed to get nine more into his mouth, then Dean would lose. Loser had to confess to Dad about the missing knife and how it had 'managed' to slip out during school. Dean had brought it, but Sam had showed it. Between them, they couldn't figure out which was worse. Loser would have to confess to both things.

Dean could not lose!

He looked around for something, anything, that would distract the younger. He was trained into finding weapons in his surroundings! And surely he could out smart, Sammy!

He spotted the only thing he could think of. Mud. And where there's mud, there…

"Fiss fat ta blorm?" Is that a worm? Dean nodded as he placed it into Sam's hair. In both hands, Sammy was holding the extra marshmallows. If he tossed them down, he'd still have to eat them. But if he ignored the creepy crawler, then he had a chance to win. He also risked the chance of that thing doing gods know what in his head! With all the stories Dean told him, he couldn't seem to remember which were true and which were legends.

But Sam had to fight it. He couldn't let his brother win! Of course Dean would be able to fit twenty in that Big Mouth's of his, Sam mentally scowled.

The worm crept further in to his hair. He wanted to yell out for Dean! For that damn thing to be taken off his head! But yelling would expel all his mouth's contents. And Dean would win.

And so, Sam tried once again to get another marshmallow into his mouth. He begun to shake with head vigorously. But Dean, being the current jackass he was, reached out and held his head in place. Sam glared at him. Dean smiled back.

Fine! Thought Sam as he decided that this was by no means fair! I'll just force feed HIM the rest! And with that, Sam spit all the contents in his mouth and lunged forward towards Dean.

Dean was caught by surprise. "Sam!" he yelled as the eight year old caused them both to plummet backward into the dirt and mud. "Sam! Get off!" Dean yelled as he tried to fight off the boy.

"Now, you can eat it! Go on!"

"I know I can! I said it was you that couldn't! And I guess I won!"

"Oh, no! You cheated!" Sammy said. He tried to stuff one marshmallow into Dean's mouth, put came closer to putting it in his nose. They fussed around for a few more seconds, maybe a minute. Then, though they both subconsciously ignored it, they both felt the presence of the eldest Winchester, rapidly closing the gap between them.

Sam! Dean!

They did however hear the names as they were forcefully pulled apart.

Samuel Winchester!

Marshmallows lied forgotten all around them. The battle itself being the challenge.

Dean Winchester! Don't you dare!

And he dropped the marshmallows he was about to pound onto Sam.

"What the hell is this?" Neither spoke. They each looked a mess. The bunnies' body parts were all over both of their faces along with mud and dirt all over their bodies. They looked a marshmallow massacre had occurred on them.

John resulted to just dragging both boys into the porch of the motel room they were in. He made them each take of their shoes and jeans - to their embarrassment - before entering the room.

"Samuel Evan Winchester, what have you got to say for yourself?" John asked the younger. He had seemed to be doing the attacking, to a much annoyed and stunned Dean.

"Dean started it!"

"Did not! It was your stupid idea!"

"You said it couldn't be done!" Sam rounded on Dean.

"I said that you couldn't do it! Not that it couldn't be done!"

"What's the difference!"

"ENOUGH!" And the bickering stopped. The brothers turned to see their father rubbing his temples.

"What the Hell was all that back there! And no arguing!" And so Dean opted to tell of how he had bet that Sammy couldn't get 20 bunnies into whis mouth without eating a single one.

"Now, why would you do that, Sam?" And Sam saw his window of opportunity.

"Dean brought a knife to school!" Dean's eyes went wide and he looked between his gleaming brother and his pissed father.

"Sam took the knife out! He practically paraded it around!"

"Did not!"

"Did s---" but Dean's reply was cut short as John reached over and roughly covered his mouth.

"I. Said. No. Arguing." And he released Dean. "You're both grounded for two weeks. I want the knife put back. If either of you touch it or anything else without my permission, it'll be hell for you. And no marshmallows for as long as I can remember this little incident! Understood?"

" "Yes sir." "

"Now the both of you go and get cleaned up."