Week 39: Dare: Argue
[Argue]
Sam’s nose is huge. Dean knows this because he is taking pictures of it close up with his camera phone. Sam grumbles, turns over and lets out a snore that would make the Impala envious. Dean rolls his eyes and moves back over to his bed. He sends the pictures to Brooke-because for some reason she wants pictures of Sam’s nose and flips through channels on the TV.
Twenty minutes later, Sam’s doing his best impression of a V8 engine and Dean is still bored. He takes some more pictures of Sam sleeping, sends them to Claire this time and then he sees the plastic spoon on the table. Dean is stealthy like a ninja-or Batman-as he slips the spoon in Sam’s mouth and takes some more pictures. Sam grunts, snorts and then wakes up flailing when Dean starts taking pictures.
“God Dammit Dean!”
There are days Dean would swear that’s Sam’s favorite phrase. He’s also faster than Dean ever gives him credit for. He’s half way across the room when Sam brings him down in a tackle and they’re rolling across the room, punching each other.
“Ow!” Sam yells when Dean catches him in the eye. “What the hell?”
“I was bored,” Dean says as he lets Sam up. He’s got a goofy ass grin a mile wide on his face.
‘What the fuck really?’ is written all over Sam’s face as he pushes himself up off the floor.
“Come on, Sammich. That was fun.” The words are a little slurred because Sam’s elbow caught him hard in the lip and it’s swelling up.
Sam just shakes his head, a chuckle coming out despite the effort to keep it to himself. “Why pictures?”
“Dude I sent ‘em to Claire. Especially that one of your-“
His words are cut off when Sam slams him into the wall and they go down to the floor, fists flying again. Dean’s laughing like an idiot.
“Christ, boney knees,” he says between gasping laughter.
Dean’s not bored anymore but then again, neither one of them are sleeping.
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
347 words
Sam’s nose is huge. Dean knows this because he is taking pictures of it close up with his camera phone. Sam grumbles, turns over and lets out a snore that would make the Impala envious. Dean rolls his eyes and moves back over to his bed. He sends the pictures to Brooke-because for some reason she wants pictures of Sam’s nose and flips through channels on the TV.
Twenty minutes later, Sam’s doing his best impression of a V8 engine and Dean is still bored. He takes some more pictures of Sam sleeping, sends them to Claire this time and then he sees the plastic spoon on the table. Dean is stealthy like a ninja-or Batman-as he slips the spoon in Sam’s mouth and takes some more pictures. Sam grunts, snorts and then wakes up flailing when Dean starts taking pictures.
“God Dammit Dean!”
There are days Dean would swear that’s Sam’s favorite phrase. He’s also faster than Dean ever gives him credit for. He’s half way across the room when Sam brings him down in a tackle and they’re rolling across the room, punching each other.
“Ow!” Sam yells when Dean catches him in the eye. “What the hell?”
“I was bored,” Dean says as he lets Sam up. He’s got a goofy ass grin a mile wide on his face.
‘What the fuck really?’ is written all over Sam’s face as he pushes himself up off the floor.
“Come on, Sammich. That was fun.” The words are a little slurred because Sam’s elbow caught him hard in the lip and it’s swelling up.
Sam just shakes his head, a chuckle coming out despite the effort to keep it to himself. “Why pictures?”
“Dude I sent ‘em to Claire. Especially that one of your-“
His words are cut off when Sam slams him into the wall and they go down to the floor, fists flying again. Dean’s laughing like an idiot.
“Christ, boney knees,” he says between gasping laughter.
Dean’s not bored anymore but then again, neither one of them are sleeping.
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
347 words