Filled: A Fly in Their Soup part 2/2 He picked up one of the heavy books that Sammy was always reading, and dropped it onto the poor, unsuspecting, lifeless fly. He then put pressure on the book and moved it back and forth.
It was getting the fly's guts all over the book, and his little brother was going to kill him for that later.
He carefully pulled his brother from his shoulder, and planted one of Sam's huge hands on the book. He put his other hand over Sam's and softly pushed down.
He had Sam trapped between his arms now, so there was no escaping.
Sam shuddered, but allowed Dean to manipulate him.
Dean moved their hands to ground the dead insect into the table again.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Dean questioned.
Sam peaked at him from behind his lashes. How did his baby brother do that when he was taller than Dean?
The look he was giving Dean should've been illegal; it was so innocent and pure Sammy. No twenty nine year old man should be able to look that much like a five year old.
"Yes it was," Sammy pouted.
Oh yeah; he was in full little brother mode. That meant Dean would get to take care of him for awhile. Good, Dean missed being allowed to take care of the kid he had practically raised.
It also meant that Sammy would be clingy, snuggly, and somewhat whiny. He only ever went into little brother mode when he was traumatized or really tired now-a-days.
Sure enough, the whiny part was proven a second latter.
part 2/2
He picked up one of the heavy books that Sammy was always reading, and dropped it onto the poor, unsuspecting, lifeless fly. He then put pressure on the book and moved it back and forth.
It was getting the fly's guts all over the book, and his little brother was going to kill him for that later.
He carefully pulled his brother from his shoulder, and planted one of Sam's huge hands on the book. He put his other hand over Sam's and softly pushed down.
He had Sam trapped between his arms now, so there was no escaping.
Sam shuddered, but allowed Dean to manipulate him.
Dean moved their hands to ground the dead insect into the table again.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Dean questioned.
Sam peaked at him from behind his lashes. How did his baby brother do that when he was taller than Dean?
The look he was giving Dean should've been illegal; it was so innocent and pure Sammy. No twenty nine year old man should be able to look that much like a five year old.
"Yes it was," Sammy pouted.
Oh yeah; he was in full little brother mode. That meant Dean would get to take care of him for awhile. Good, Dean missed being allowed to take care of the kid he had practically raised.
It also meant that Sammy would be clingy, snuggly, and somewhat whiny. He only ever went into little brother mode when he was traumatized or really tired now-a-days.
Sure enough, the whiny part was proven a second latter.
"Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeean! You got it on my book!"
It was accompanied by a pout.
This was going to be a good night.
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