Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.

Close Quarters Combat

By: Vanessa Sgroi

"Sam."

Poke.

"Sam."

Poke.

"Sam."

Poke.

"Sam."

Poke.

"WHAT?"

"Nothing."

A few minutes passed with only the sound of clicking keys on the laptop keyboard breaking the silence.

"Sam."

Poke.

"Sam."

Poke.

"Sam."

Poke.

"Sam."

Poke.

"DEAN! Dammit, stop poking me!"

Dean laughed. "Sammy, you are so easy to annoy."

Sam huffed. "Yeah, I am when it's you being annoying. You know I'm in the middle of research. What do you want?"

"I'm bored."

"If you're bored, why don't you help me with research?"

"Research?" Dean spit the word out as if it tasted like the soy sausage he'd tried to eat once.

"Yeah, you know, pick up one of these texts or something."

Dean waved a dismissive hand and sank down on the edge of his bed. "Nah, I'll pass."

"Well, I can't. I've got to do this so we can finish this hunt."

Both men were tired and cranky. This hunt had them both on edge. And days of endless rain hadn't helped either one's disposition.

"Why don't you watch TV?"

"Nothin' on. Besides, the picture's so snowy you can barely see anything."

The motel room grew quiet again as Sam turned back to the computer.

The first M&M struck him on his temple. The second, his cheek. The third and fourth, his ear. The fifth one glanced off his nose and clattered around the keyboard before careening to the floor. That was the last straw. He pushed to his full height with a growl.

Dean jumped at the sudden movement. He began to whistle and tried his best to look completely innocent which, of course, had no effect on this incensed little brother. Given that there was no one else in the room; his act was doomed to failure.

"Dean, I swear… Find. Something. To. Do. And FAST."

The older Winchester sighed miserably and scrunched back toward the headboard. Grabbing his pillow, he punched it into submission a few times and muttered, "Stupid hunt. Fine. I'll take a nap." With that he slammed his eyes closed, lower lip ever so slightly extended in a pout. It didn't take long for feigned sleep to become real sleep as he finally let his body relax. The sound of rain pattering against the windows helped ease the way.

Sam rubbed his eyes and returned to the computer. After five minutes of staring at the same line of text, Sam himself suddenly grew bored, his own weariness and frustration coming into play. After a couple of minutes of listening to his brother's deep and even breathing, he rose, an mischievous grin on his face.

Approaching Dean's bed, he grabbed the bag of uneaten candy. Retreating to a safe distance, he aimed and flicked the first candy-coated sphere.

"Dean."

Flick.

"Dean."

Flick.

"Dean."

Flick.

"Dean."

Flick.

"WHAT?" Dean growled and rolled toward him.

"I'm bored." Hey, turnabout's fair play.

Fin