What a fun story! So much great humor in here, and I love how the boys end up embracing their situation with the trick or treating.
Favorite lines:
His jeans are comically large on his tiny frame and immediately fall off. He would’ve lost his boxers as well if he hadn’t grabbed at them. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway since his t-shirt comes down to his knees.
Tee hee!
Considering that they are wearing matching outfits because the only other kids in the motel complex were twins
LOL!
“Not sure,” Sam pants, so enthusiastic in his bouncing that he is getting steadily closer to the ceiling with each jump. “Can’t…stop… moving.”
*snickers* Wee!caffeinated!Sam!
Sam misjudges one jump and takes a header off the bed, luckily lands on the second, but unluckily bounces clear of that as well and goes straight into the wall.
ROTFLOL! This image is priceless!
Um. I mean … poor Sam!
Dean thinks he has the wrong number for a second until the eight year old on the other end of the line calls him a dumbass.
LOL!
“Don’t you feel it? I don’t know whether being this little has…condensed everything but I’m getting some pretty strong urges to run around and just be an idiot.”
“That’s different than normal how, exactly?”
*snickers*
How about we tip a bottle of ketchup over you?”
“How is that a costume?” Sam asks with one eyebrow raised.
“It’s not. Just occurred to me that it might be something fun to do,”
Oh, Dean. You’re such a dork, and we love you for it. *g*
Sam makes a choking noise and Dean sighs inwardly before turning up the smile. The double-handfuls of candy he gets deposited into his bucket makes Sam shut up quick. Mostly because all Sam gets is a toothbrush.
*snickers*
It was surprisingly sudden and Dean doesn’t think his groin would have ever recovered from being strangled by Underoos so horribly.
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Favorite lines:
His jeans are comically large on his tiny frame and immediately fall off. He would’ve lost his boxers as well if he hadn’t grabbed at them. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway since his t-shirt comes down to his knees.
Tee hee!
Considering that they are wearing matching outfits because the only other kids in the motel complex were twins
LOL!
“Not sure,” Sam pants, so enthusiastic in his bouncing that he is getting steadily closer to the ceiling with each jump. “Can’t…stop… moving.”
*snickers* Wee!caffeinated!Sam!
Sam misjudges one jump and takes a header off the bed, luckily lands on the second, but unluckily bounces clear of that as well and goes straight into the wall.
ROTFLOL! This image is priceless!
Um. I mean … poor Sam!
Dean thinks he has the wrong number for a second until the eight year old on the other end of the line calls him a dumbass.
LOL!
“Don’t you feel it? I don’t know whether being this little has…condensed everything but I’m getting some pretty strong urges to run around and just be an idiot.”
“That’s different than normal how, exactly?”
*snickers*
How about we tip a bottle of ketchup over you?”
“How is that a costume?” Sam asks with one eyebrow raised.
“It’s not. Just occurred to me that it might be something fun to do,”
Oh, Dean. You’re such a dork, and we love you for it. *g*
Sam makes a choking noise and Dean sighs inwardly before turning up the smile. The double-handfuls of candy he gets deposited into his bucket makes Sam shut up quick. Mostly because all Sam gets is a toothbrush.
*snickers*
It was surprisingly sudden and Dean doesn’t think his groin would have ever recovered from being strangled by Underoos so horribly.
LOL!
“Urgh,” Sam groans and rolls onto his back.
Dean couldn’t agree more.
*snickers while petting the boys*
Cute ending. :)