Prompt: Pop Rocks
Prompter: MrsCastielFTW
Spoilers: pre-series
Rating: T for language, H for hilarity
15. Pop Rocks
"Can I have some, Dean?" asked a very sad-looking five-year-old Sam. Dean had bought a package of Pop Rocks and a Coke. He wanted to try what that old urban legend said about mixing the two together.
"No way, Sammy," he gruffed. "I worked in Mr. Johanssen's yard a whole day to get this. 'Sides, it's only for big kids like me."
"Please, Dean," giving his best puppy eyes expression. He had been working on it for the past few months. It would take years to perfect it.
Dean rolled his eyes, but handed some of his Coke over. "Don't tell Dad I gave you some, alright? I don't want him blaming me if you blow up."
Sam nodded and tried drinking the pop rocks and Coke. All it did was tickle his nose, to which he crumbled and sneered.
"This is gross!" said Sam and thrust the bottle back at his brother. Dean laughed.
"Told ya it was only for big kids."
Dean was also glad the legend was false and that his baby brother didn't blow up. He would've had a hard time explaining that one to his dad.