Room 438, Saturday afternoon

[saltandammo]

Dean hadn't been really indulging much in his photography hobby lately, and he really thought he should get back to it. His latest endeavour had certainly turned out much to his liking and he decided he should share it.

So he sent out the following email:

TO: [list of addresses]
FROM: Dean WinchesterSUBJECT: some fun pics

Comments

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck had been going back to the dorms from his date with Angela when his faithful Blackberry alerted him to the e-mail. If this was any other person Chuck would have gone back to his own room and slowly calculated revenge but the events of the past week and not quite getting all of his frustration out yesterday with Jess not dirty had made him more aggressive than usual. Which would be why he headed straight up to Dean's room and throwing open the door.

"You couldn't just fucking leave it be, could you?" he asked, slamming the door behind him.

[saltandammo]

Dean didn't move from where he was sprawled on the bed. "You heard of this thing called knocking?" Dean asked mildly. Inwardly he was crowing, Gotcha!

[rocksthescarf]

"You ever heard of not being an asshole?" Chuck asked. Pot calling the kettle an asshole, there. "Get the fuck up."

[saltandammo]

"Dude, you're not the boss of me," Dean said, still not moving. He could be just as mature as Chuck.

[rocksthescarf]

"You don't want me to make you get up," Chuck warned him.

[saltandammo]

Dean laughed out loud at that. "You? Dude, really you think you can intimidate me? My brother's puppy's more intimidating than you are."

[rocksthescarf]

"If you're not intimidated quit being a pussy and get up," Chuck replied.

[saltandammo]

"Nah," Dean said. "I'm all comfy where I am."

[rocksthescarf]

"Didn't think you'd be one to back down from a fight," Chuck said. His hands were clenched at his sides, probably giving away how frustrated he was with everything right now. "One would think you were afraid to lose."

[saltandammo]

"Dude, you're standing there, freaking out at me," Dean said with a smirk. "I already won."

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck frowned. Fine. He didn't need Dean to get up in order to hit him. Chuck moved quickly, reaching out to grab the front of Dean's shirt with one hand and using the other to try to punch him in the jaw.

[saltandammo]

Dean had been expecting something like that so was able to move back out of the range of the punch so it only graze his jaw instead of landing firmly.

He reflexively grabbed the arm that was grabbing his shirt and pulled and rolled, intending to get Chuck offbalance enough to fall on the bed and give himself the upper hand.

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck thought Dean was going to push him away rather than pull him closer so he was caught completely off guard when Dean took a hold of his arm. He let out a surprised grunt and landed on the bed hard.

Of course he immediately made an effort to try to push himself up off the bed so he wouldn't be completely vulnerable.

[saltandammo]

But Dean hadn't stopped moving and was smoothly able to straddle Chuck's prone body, reaching to grab Chuck's wrists to hold him down.

[rocksthescarf]

When Chuck had walked in here he most definitely did not expect to end up in this position. Any other person and this would be cause for celebration.

Chuck glared up at Dean and struggled to get his wrists free. In the back of his head he knew it was a futile effort since Dean was stronger than him but it didn't stop him from trying anyway.

[saltandammo]

"What's the matter, Bass?" Dean said, holding him down easily. "Not liking it when you're the one being picked on?"