Prompt: Greco-Roman Wrestling
Prompter: MrsCastielFTW
Spoilers: pre-series
Rating: G. Pretty tame, even for this show.
25. Greco-Roman Wrestling
Arms and fists flew. Headlocks, body-slams. A lamp gets knocked off the table and into the floor. Two boys, one about eighteen and slightly muscular; the other fourteen and gangly. But both males are rolling over the twice-vacuumed carpet in Robber's Roost Motel, Green River, Utah.
A door clicks and unlocks. The boys, previously wrestling on the motel floor, stop and look to the door. Faster than a hummingbird flies, the pair wrench themselves apart and climb across the furniture to separate places.
But they were caught. He notices the lamp.
"Boys! What have I told you about fighting in motels?" John growls. The gangly one, Sam, huffs and blows his hair from his eyes. The older boy, Dean, rolls his eyes.
"But Dean started it!"
John stares hard at both his sons. Begins to wonder why he didn't just leave either of them with Bobby this week.
Oh, that's right. I'm not welcome at Singer's anymore.
"Sam, stay here." John turns to Sam, leveling his eyes at him. "And you, stay out of trouble and stop fighting with your brother. Follow me outside."
He turns on his heel, walks into the bedroom. Ruffling and metallic sounds are heard. Abruptly, he leaves again.
Dean looks over at his brother, who's scowling.
"That's for taking the last Pop-Tart, pipsqueek."