Title: Déjà vu All Over Again
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean – if I did, I'm sure my husband would have something to say about it. And I'm also sure I wouldn't listen.
Word Count: 200 words. *Gives the Word Count Feature a cookie*
Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.
Spoiler Alert: A follow-up to "Small Victories" for sidjack, who rocks my socks. Hope you like, girl.
Dean tossed his duffle on the bed, looked around. He grinned.
"I was right."
"About what?" Sam asked, looking around.
"We've been here before. This motel. Dad left us here back when we were kids. We trashed the room, when I chased you, remember?"
Sam cast his mind back, and a light of recognition lit his eyes. "Oh, yeah!" He chuckled. "Man, was Dad angry."
Dean shrugged. "It was worth it. You were happy."
"I was helpless, you mean. You pinned me down and –" Sam's voice trailed off.
Dean was looking at him.
And flexing his fingers.
Sam gulped, then put up both hands. "Dean, don't you even THINK about-" His voice had gone up an octave, and he was staring to smile despite himself. Those butterflies that had flooded his stomach, that feeling of being utterly powerless before his big brother filled him, even though Sam now was taller than Dean.
Didn't matter – he was still the little brother. And he knew what was coming.
He tried to leap over the duffle bag, lock himself in the bathroom.
Dean pounced, and the room was filled with the sounds of tossed furniture and hysterical laugher once more.