Unfortunately, Bobby was less than sympathetic about the age regression spell. His roaring laughter stopped as Dean snapped his phone shut, sighing.
Massive arms slid around his shoulders.
"Deanie, you're the best brother, Everrrrr!" Sam grinned, squeezing Dean tight.
"Thanks, Sam." Dean patted Sam's hand. He grunted as Sam pulled him backwards onto the bed, bouncing and laughing.
"Dude… enough." Dean wheezed, struggling futilely in his bewitched brother's powerful hold.
"Dude? I'm Not A Dude! I'm your Sasquatch! I'm your Sammmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Sam laughed again, digging fingers into Dean's ribs.
A burst of deep laughter, childish giggles joining in.
"No, Sam!"