Fighting: It's what we do.

AN: Here's the final chapter for this series of drabbles, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural.

Chapter 3

Dean tipped his head back; allowing the last dregs of his third beer to drain down his throat. It had been a long weekend, a hard hunt; and neither he nor Sam felt they'd actually come out on top. Now they were trying to forget, to put hunt behind them, wash the foul taste from his mouth. Letting the bottle drop to the mustard colored carpet along with the others Dean made a reach for the last bottle.

Sam's hand reached the amber bottle first and Dean slapped his brother's arm aside. "I called last beer," he said pointedly.

The younger Winchester maintained his hold on the beer and took a careful moment to study the bottle. "I don't see your name on it," Sam smirked, reaching to crack open the bottle. "Possession is nine/tenths of the law..."

"Then I'll just be taking it from you," Dean cut in, making a quick grab for Sam's arm.

His brother pulled away sharply, pressing the palm of his left hand against Dean's chest to keep the distance between them. Dean smacked the limb aside, making another grab for the coveted bottle. Dean's momentum pushed Sam off the edge of his bed and they both tumbled to the floor. Sam just managed to keep the bottle of beer upright and out of Dean's reach as they both struggled to get up.

Dean grunted as Sam's knee caught him in the side but he hardly noticed, his blood was pumping now and he wasn't going to stop until he'd won his prize. Forcing his way onto Sam's legs, Dean attempted to pin his brother to the floor using gravity and his greater mass to his advantage.

"Dude, get off me," Sam complained, holding the beer out of reach above his head. "You weigh a ton!"

"Give me the beer," Dean demanded, fending off Sam's free hand as he reached for the bottle.

Sam twisted sharply under him, throwing Dean to the side with a triumphant smirk. Dean latched onto his brother's leg yanking sharply; this fight wasn't over yet. Sam struggled to maintain a hold on the bottle, but the beer slipped from his hand. Dean watched in horror as the amber liquid began to foam from the still capped top. Obviously Sam had managed to crack it open before the fight broke out.

"No!" Dean mourned watching the beer soak into the carpet.

Sam bumped hard against Dean's shoulder as he got up from the floor. "You do realize there's another six pack in the trunk right?"

"Yeah," he admitted, calmly getting to his feet. "Doesn't change the fact that was my beer."

"Well you're more than welcome to it now," Sam told him with a laugh.

"I should make you drink it," Dean warned, reaching for his coat to fish the Impala's keys from his pocket. "And just for that, you're not getting any of the others."

"Really?" Sam asked in a challenging voice. "How're you going to stop me?"

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Morganeth Tarendrel