A/N: I'm in the process of writing eighth grade, but at least for once, I'm exactly where I need to be. I should be done this weekend, so they should be up next weekend. I needed a break.

No Way

"You better watch out, Deano," said a very amused John Winchester after he had bought Sam a whole new set of clothes for the third time this month.

"You're lying," said Dean very seriously. "There's no way, Dad. There's no frigging way," Dean insisted adamantly. "I mean, look at me!"

John laughed. "I dunno, Dean," he said. "We gotta keep an open mind. There is a pretty good possibility."

"No, Dad," repeated Dean for about the fiftieth time that evening, flopping onto his bed in defeat. Sam laughed in the corner. "There is no way Sammy could ever be taller than me."