Category: Teen!chesters
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam
Universe: Past fic
Rating: K
Word Count: 238
13. Duel
"Here's the Prisoner of Azkaban, Sam. It's due back in a week." a young Dean told his little brother, handing him the book. "Thanks man! Hey, odd question, but what's a big, cool guy like you doing reading Harry Potter?" the smaller one asked, taking the book eagerly.
"Stupid question dude, everyone loves Harry Potter. Doesn't matter if you're a nerd or cool guy."
"...Cool."
"Oh, and one more thing." Dean said excitedly as he stood up and placed his hands behind his back.
"What is it? Did we get more juice?"
"...No. But you have to close your eyes and put your hands out and then you'll find out!" he said trying to keep a straight face.
As Sam obeyed, Dean placed a small wand in his brothers hands, whittled from an old dead tree outside their hotel room. Their dad had given Dean his first knife right before he left. Sure, it was a swiss army knife, but it was still great; could open cans too.
"Dean! Oh my god thank you!" Sam squealed as he jumped up and tackled his brother. "Sure thing Sammy. It's made of phoenix feathers and something else I forgot. You'll figure it out though."
"Dean. You know what we should do!?"
"What?"
"Duel." Sam said with a childish gleam in his eye
As Dean pulled out his own wand he pointed it at his brother and shared that same glint.