Call of Duty!
(Humor.)
That night Sam's head was pounding and he could no longer think straight, his thesis paper would have to wait to be finished until morning. Thankfully, Dean did not start playing his new game "COD" as he attempted sleep.
3:00a.m
"Come on you son of a gun, where are you!" Sam heard his brother shouting. Then bang, a gun was fired.
He jumped up with a start and looked around, his eyes immediately rolled as he saw his brother laying on his bed in nothing but red hearted boxers, playing his silly new game on his psp.
"Hands up!" He heard the annoying thing say. What the heck!
"No, No, No!" Dean screamed at the thing. Sam watched as Dean's nostrils flared, he looked like a crazy person. It was just a game, jeez.
"Dean can you, Shut up," Sam told his brother irritatingly.
Bang.
Bang.
Dean ignored him, and turned his body towards the opposite direction, Sam now stared at his back. The noise didn't stop.
Cannons and bombs exploded throughout their small motel room, all the noise coming from Dean's little… toy.
Sam covered his face with a pillow and closed his eyes.
"I got you now, sucker!" His brother yelled.
Shoot me, Sam thought. "I am trying to sleep. Can't you put that thing on mute and shut up!"
Dean ignored him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!," Sam screamed.
He stood up and walked over to his brother snatching the device from his hand.
"Give me that!" Dean demanded angrily.
Sam ignored him, what was so special about this thing anyway?
An hour later, he found out..
"Give it back!" Dean yelled as he pounded on the bathroom door and attempted to twist the knob for the millionth time.
Bang. Sam sat in the bathtub with the hugest smile on his face, he was an addict. Call of duty, was awesome!
"Sam, give me my game!" He heard his brother yelling from outside the bathroom.
"Your not going to kill me suckers!" Sam spoke to the psp.
"It's mine! Give it back!"
They both were acting like a pair of teenage boys obsessed with video games.
Dean stopped pounding on the door and yelling for about a minute, when he came back he only knocked lightly.
"If you don't give me my game back, I'm going to break your laptop," He threatened.
It took Sam more then a minute to process that information because he was so entranced with in the game, he stood quickly and went by the door. "You wouldn't," he gritted.
An evil laugh came behind the door. "I would!"
Sam unlocked the door and opened it quickly Dean ran in pushing him in the process, he didn't even have the laptop on his hand. He tricked him!
"Give me my psp," Dean seethed as he attempted to grab it from his brother.
Sam clutched it to his body as if his life depended on it. "Never!"
Dean attempted to snatch it but Sam lifted up in the air.
Before they knew it, they were watching as it flew away from them and into the toilet bowl in slow motion.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" They both yelled at the same time as they jumped to try and save it.
R.I.P Play station portable…