"Dean, come on man. Your not thinking straight!" Sam reasoned as he placed one of the two motel-issued chairs infront of himself, and walked backwards, running into the table.
"I mean, your reaallyy going to feel like an idiot later man, not to mention you're probably going to kick my ass under the circumstances..."
He mumbled the last bit to himself as he shuffled quickly to the left and jumped over his bed, his back to the night stand as Dean approached from the front.
"Come on Sammy..." Dean practically cooed, sending uneasy shivers down Sam's spine and racing through his limbs.
"Shit. Man. I'm just gonna-" Sam jumped right, over Dean's bed and sped towards the door.
Grasping the chromes knob Sam was suddenly sent sprawling as pounds of Big Brother tackled him from behind and the floor rushed up to hit him harshly in the face. The cheap shagged rug immediatly leaving a tingled burn on his cheek and arms.
"Damn it Dean!! Get off!" Sam shouted and began buckling under Dean's weight.
A noise somewhat a keen to a soft rumble emitted from Dean, and he relaxed enough so Sam hopped a little against the ground and he sent his arms to entertwine his younger brother.
"UGH!" Sam groaned in frustration as he finally relaxed and began to slightly hit his head against the rug in anger against this whole damn situation.
Sam could feel Dean's smile against his back.
Prick.
"Dean...Dean! Let me at least get up while you fucking smother me you ass!" Sam pleaded slightly, becoming instantly uncomfortable in many ways, from being underneath his brother.
Suddenly Sam was sent upwards and clockwise as Dean rolled over and now Sam laid side by side against his brother, while said brother latched his arms around Sam's torso and squeezed tightly.
"...if I wasn't so uncomfortable with you hugging me Dean, I swear... there would be pictures of you hugging every single fucking thing around you. I would shove you into the bathroom until you fucking spooned the GOD DAMN TOILET!" Sam screeched as he tried to shuffle away from his octupus of a brother.
"..."
Suddenly the locking around his lungs dissapeared and Sam was shoved harshly half-way under the bed as Dean suddenly bolted from the floor.
"Dean?" Sam's voice called out, muffled by the fallen comforter over his head.
"...Sam..." Dean said in a shaky tone.
"I swear to God Dean, you have got to stop flirting with every thing that BREATHES. I'm sick of you getting cursed every other month! Hell! You as a car I could deal with... turning into a girl? FINE! But the ones where they involve you and your "unresolved feelings of 'really' needing a hug for stability?" Sure... NOT FOR 24 HOURS!!!" Sam yelled as he darted across the room, passed a stunned Winchester and slammed the motel room behind him.
"..."
Dean rubbed his arms and sat on the dishevled bed.
"Yeah, but it's usually worth it to see you get frazzled Sammy-boy." he laughed to the empty room.
Only a curse could...
Sam reasoned as he placed one of the two motel-issued chairs infront of himself, and walked backwards, running into the table.
"I mean, your reaallyy going to feel like an idiot later man, not to mention you're probably going to kick my ass under the circumstances..."
He mumbled the last bit to himself as he shuffled quickly to the left and jumped over his bed, his back to the night stand as Dean approached from the front.
"Come on Sammy..." Dean practically cooed, sending uneasy shivers down Sam's spine and racing through his limbs.
"Shit. Man. I'm just gonna-" Sam jumped right, over Dean's bed and sped towards the door.
Grasping the chromes knob Sam was suddenly sent sprawling as pounds of Big Brother tackled him from behind and the floor rushed up to hit him harshly in the face. The cheap shagged rug immediatly leaving a tingled burn on his cheek and arms.
"Damn it Dean!! Get off!" Sam shouted and began buckling under Dean's weight.
A noise somewhat a keen to a soft rumble emitted from Dean, and he relaxed enough so Sam hopped a little against the ground and he sent his arms to entertwine his younger brother.
"UGH!" Sam groaned in frustration as he finally relaxed and began to slightly hit his head against the rug in anger against this whole damn situation.
Sam could feel Dean's smile against his back.
Prick.
"Dean...Dean! Let me at least get up while you fucking smother me you ass!" Sam pleaded slightly, becoming instantly uncomfortable in many ways, from being underneath his brother.
Suddenly Sam was sent upwards and clockwise as Dean rolled over and now Sam laid side by side against his brother, while said brother latched his arms around Sam's torso and squeezed tightly.
"...if I wasn't so uncomfortable with you hugging me Dean, I swear... there would be pictures of you hugging every single fucking thing around you. I would shove you into the bathroom until you fucking spooned the GOD DAMN TOILET!"
Sam screeched as he tried to shuffle away from his octupus of a brother.
"..."
Suddenly the locking around his lungs dissapeared and Sam was shoved harshly half-way under the bed as Dean suddenly bolted from the floor.
"Dean?" Sam's voice called out, muffled by the fallen comforter over his head.
"...Sam..." Dean said in a shaky tone.
"I swear to God Dean, you have got to stop flirting with every thing that BREATHES. I'm sick of you getting cursed every other month! Hell! You as a car I could deal with... turning into a girl? FINE! But the ones where they involve you and your "unresolved feelings of 'really' needing a hug for stability?" Sure... NOT FOR 24 HOURS!!!"
Sam yelled as he darted across the room, passed a stunned Winchester and slammed the motel room behind him.
"..."
Dean rubbed his arms and sat on the dishevled bed.
"Yeah, but it's usually worth it to see you get frazzled Sammy-boy." he laughed to the empty room.
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I don't even know what I just wrote....