A/N: Written by me, and sifi, we got a 50/50 share on this, and this is how an odd conversation can trail into weechesters. Voice of Sammy is Sifi, voice of Dean is me :)
This is a very random oneshot...
Chores and Ice Cream
"Dean I don't wannah do dishes" Sam was standing on a chair so he could reach into the sink where he had a weeks worth of old dishes, and probably two weeks of dirty glasses.
"Me neither runt but they're not gonna do themselves."
"Dean... you ain't even doing them"
"Come on Sammy... if you don't do dishes you won't get dessert" Dean snarfing down a bowl of ice cream smearing half of it on his face and shirt.
"You should eat that out of the container then we won't have another dish!" Sam rubbed his nose with his arm and got foam on it that made him frown trying to wiggle his nose to get it off, while his older brother cast him a glance then huffed a laugh.
"Doo doo head!"
"I have used this bowl all week... I am sure one more day won't kill me..." Dean scooped up another spoon full of ice cream making sounds that made it very clear to his baby brother that it was yummy.
"Watch you get food poisoned then you'll be barfing up everywhere and that's gonna be an even BIGGER mess!" Sam rubbed his nose again and got more foam on it, darn it... "and I"M NOT cleaning THAT up!" He folded his arms across his chest indignantly.
"Yes you are Sammy... dad would kill you if you just let it lay there... gross" Dean grinned then started to make fake barfing noises.
"nuh uh! Cause it's YOUR barf! and dad'll know! Then he'll get mad at YOU for leaving it there." Sam almost smiled now thinking he had the upper hand.
"I'll just tell him it was you cus you ate all the ice cream while I was a good boy doing the dishes"
Sam's half smile turned slightly downwards. "But you... No! Dean... you dint... I... You won't really will you?"
"Try me runt," Dean tried to get another spoon of ice cream into his mouth.
"boogerhead!" Sam turned around looking down into the water while he let out a sniffle.
Dean stopped the eating and looked up at his brother who'd gone quiet. "Aaaaw Sammy... are you crying?"
His baby brother shook his head then rubbed his nose, again darn it... more foam... hate dish wash foam.
"Sorry... didn't mean to make you cry... I was only messing with you."
"I'm not crying..." Sam responded as he picked up a plate and scrubbed it a lot harder than what was needed to get it clean as he let out another sniffle.
"Sammy?" Dean put down his half full bowl.
"Mmm," Sam stopped what he was doing.
Sam turned towards his brother hiding tears that had wanted to roll down his cheek, and looked hopefully at his older brother. "Really?"
"Sure... this ice cream is starting to taste funnier by minute... think we need some clean bowls," Dean got up from his seat and walked over to the sink.
"I still say we just eat it right from the container..." Sam smiled. "s'not much left anyway"
"Alright... ice cream first... cleaning afterwards? and NO puking," Dean grinned and lifted his brother down from the chair and carried him clumsily over to the table.
"Promise? No puking?"
Sam lifted his hand and grabbed his brothers pinky finger with his own. "Your the best big boogerhead there is!"
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Sifichick and CatBeist