RP logs: sixwordstories +
Castiel, Dean, and Sam. And pie. (With soldier_ofgod and winchesterbitch. Because all three of them needed that.)
Sam: I win.
Dean: Well. Yeah.
This round
Sam: *beams*
Dean: *light punch on his shoulder. Hey, he's not expected to go soft on his brother all of a sudden, right?*
Sam: *light punch back. possibly drawing himself up because is bigger*
Dean: *looks up at him, innocently. ish. If he got him to bring up his height...*
Sam: *ponders how much pummeling he can do. brotherly pummeling, of course*
Dean: *will give as good as he gets!!!*
Sam: *let the pummeling begin!*
Dean: *pummeling begins, proceeds, with a distinct attempt to get Sam into position where he can be noogied.*
Sam: *wriggles and squirms and attempts to pummel without getting noogied*
Dean: *might get inspired by all that wiggling to tickle...*
Sam: *SQUAWK!*
((*is reminded of almost the first log we had of them after Lazarus rising. Pam made popcorn*))
((... Oh man. Yes.))
Dean: *snickers at that SOUND. And then when he starts laughing, he can't stop all of a sudden...*
Sam: *wriggles away and mock-glares at Dean reproachfully, but can't quite help but smile as his brother laughs*
Dean: *among almost gasps when laughing* That was a big duck...
Ginormous!
Sam: Oh shaddup.
Dean: *another burst of laughter, then subsides to snickering*
Sam: *small smile, even turning into a chuckle*
Dean: *tones down to grinning. then quickly reaches over and ruffles Sam's hair roughly. And smirks.*
Sam: *looks up/over at him from beneath his now-mussed hair* Jerk.
Dean: Bitch.
Sam: *faint smile, then lowers his head*
Dean: *lips quirk up in response, then straightens his shoulders, tilting his head* Somethin' wrong?
Sam: *shakes his head slightly*
Dean: You sure? I didn't mess up your brains with that hair thing?
Sam: *small chuckle*
Dean: *lips twitch* Hey. You got something to say... you don't HAVE to shut it in, okay?
Sam: I win.
Dean: Well. Yeah.
This round
Sam: *beams*
Dean: *light punch on his shoulder. Hey, he's not expected to go soft on his brother all of a sudden, right?*
Sam: *light punch back. possibly drawing himself up because is bigger*
Dean: *looks up at him, innocently. ish. If he got him to bring up his height...*
Sam: *ponders how much pummeling he can do. brotherly pummeling, of course*
Dean: *will give as good as he gets!!!*
Sam: *let the pummeling begin!*
Dean: *pummeling begins, proceeds, with a distinct attempt to get Sam into position where he can be noogied.*
Sam: *wriggles and squirms and attempts to pummel without getting noogied*
Dean: *might get inspired by all that wiggling to tickle...*
Sam: *SQUAWK!*
((*is reminded of almost the first log we had of them after Lazarus rising. Pam made popcorn*))
((... Oh man. Yes.))
Dean: *snickers at that SOUND. And then when he starts laughing, he can't stop all of a sudden...*
Sam: *wriggles away and mock-glares at Dean reproachfully, but can't quite help but smile as his brother laughs*
Dean: *among almost gasps when laughing* That was a big duck...
Ginormous!
Sam: Oh shaddup.
Dean: *another burst of laughter, then subsides to snickering*
Sam: *small smile, even turning into a chuckle*
Dean: *tones down to grinning. then quickly reaches over and ruffles Sam's hair roughly. And smirks.*
Sam: *looks up/over at him from beneath his now-mussed hair* Jerk.
Dean: Bitch.
Sam: *faint smile, then lowers his head*
Dean: *lips quirk up in response, then straightens his shoulders, tilting his head* Somethin' wrong?
Sam: *shakes his head slightly*
Dean: You sure? I didn't mess up your brains with that hair thing?
Sam: *small chuckle*
Dean: *lips twitch* Hey. You got something to say... you don't HAVE to shut it in, okay?