Sam came into the motel room muttering to himself in frustration. Because it was Dean's birthday he thought he had the right to take the impala from the diner and make Sam walk back to the motel. The motel room was quiet and empty, or so it seemed. "Great, he not here." Sam muttered to himself. "Probably banging some hooker somewhere!"
Suddenly Dean came charging out of the bathroom in just a pair of jeans and pinned Sam down on the bed. "YAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH. Hahahaha."
"Ugh. What the....?" Sam was being pinned down on the king sized bed by his drunken older brother.
"Evinin' Sammy." Dean slurred with a big grin on his face.
"Dean, I thought you were out."
"I heard. With some hooker."
"Can you get off me now?"
"No. When was the last time we had a good rassle, Sammy?"
"The day you told me to stop acting like a big kid."
"Ah. Well, let's do it now for old time's sake."
Suddenly Dean came charging out of the bathroom in just a pair of jeans and pinned Sam down on the bed. "YAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH. Hahahaha."
"Ugh. What the....?" Sam was being pinned down on the king sized bed by his drunken older brother.
"Evinin' Sammy." Dean slurred with a big grin on his face.
"Dean, I thought you were out."
"I heard. With some hooker."
"Can you get off me now?"
"No. When was the last time we had a good rassle, Sammy?"
"The day you told me to stop acting like a big kid."
"Ah. Well, let's do it now for old time's sake."