This is a total crack fic. I wrote it while taking notes this morning while watching four videos of U. S. History in school (blah). See how weird my mind works? Hehe. Enjoy and PLEASE review.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters do not belong to me, sadly. Kripke and all the other people, including CW, have the claim.
Dean: Hi. *insert impish grin*
Dean: I want a snack.
Sam: So? Go get it.
Dean: I want you to get it!
Dean: Because… that's what little bros are for!
Sam: No. You're just lazy.
Sam: *sigh* What do you want?
Dean: A ding dong.
Dean: A ding dong.
Sam: I don't know what that is.
Dean: Fine. A ho ho.
Dean: Stop laughing! I really want one!
Sam: That name is so weird.
Dean: Does it matter?
Sam: …I guess not…
Dean: So go get me one!
Sam: No, Dean.
Dean: Please. *insert puppy dog eyes*
Sam: Ugh…I can't.
Dean: Why not? *pouts*
Sam: We don't have any.
Dean: Oh… Well I want candy.
Dean: I just do, okay?
Dean: So go buy it!
Dean: Well then give me part of your stash.
Sam: No! It's mine!
Dean: But sharing is caring, Sammy!
Sam: It's Sam.
Dean: *whines* But Sammy!
Sam: How many times do I have to tell you? My name is Sam. S-A-M.
Dean: But you know you love that nickname!
Sam: *grimaces* No, I don't.
Dean: Sammy Sammy Sammy Sammy
Sam: Shut up.
Dean: Sammy Sammy Sammy! Oh! Sammy Sammy
Sam: *warning tone* Dean…
Dean: Sammy had a little lamb…
Sam: That's it! *throws a pillow at Dean*
Dean: *insert squeak*
Sam: Did you just squeak?
Sam: *laughs* Oh my gosh! You did!
Dean: Shut up!
Sam: I should have recorded that as proof!
Dean: This doesn't leave the room, Sam.
Sam: Nah. I think we should spread this around to the whole world! Dean squeaks! This is priceless.
Sam: I have to call Bobby and tell him.
Dean: What?! No!
Sam: I think I will! *grabs phone*
Dean: I'll take your candy if you do.
Sam: You wouldn't. *narrows eyes*
Dean: I would. *narrows eyes*
INSERT STARING CONTEST
Dean: This is stupid.
Sam: Yeah. It is.
CONTINUE STARING CONTEST
Sam: I want to blink.
Dean: Me too.
Sam: Why are we doing this?
Dean: …I honestly don't know…
Sam: So can we stop?
Dean: I guess so.
Dean: HA! I WIN!
Sam: What? No fair! You said we could stop!
Dean: I still won.
Sam: You suck.
Dean: I still want your candy.
Sam: Get your own!
Dean: But I want your candy.
Sam: Get your own freaking candy.
Dean: But you already have candy. Why should I get my own?
Sam: Because I said so.
Dean: You're a big meanie, you know that?
Sam: Well… you're a bigger meanie.
Dean: No I'm not.
Sam: Yes you are.
Dean: Not with these good looks, I'm not.
Sam: *turns back* You're so full of yourself that it's aggravating. You need to take a good look at yourself and…
Dean: *shuffle shuffle shuffle*
Sam: What are you doing?
Dean: *mumbles* Nothing. *shuffle shuffle*
Sam: *turns around* DEAN! WHAT THE FUCK! GET AWAY FROM MY CANDY!
Dean: *holds candy protectively to chest* NO! *stuffs more candy in mouth*
Sam: This is war!
Dean: *mumbles around candy* Bring it on, Samantha!
Sam: *insert war cry, then runs towards Dean*
Dean: You'll never get this candy! NEVER!
Sam: *jumps Dean*
BOTH FALL TO THE FLOOR
Dean: Get off me!
Sam: Then give me my candy!
Sam: *reaches for bag*
Dean: *stuffs bag in front of pants*
Sam: EWW! Dude, that's disgusting! You're destroying perfectly good candy! *gets off Dean*
Dean: No. *reaches inside pants, gets a gummy worm, and eats it* It's still good. Want some?
Sam: *shudders* No way.
Dean: Aww. Ickle Sammy afraid?
Sam: Disgusted, yes.
Dean: *gets candy bag out of pants* You sure you don't want any?
Sam: *insert sorrowful look* No. That's so wrong. You de-sanctified my candy, you bitch.
Dean: Hey! That's my line. *insert cheeky grin* Love you.
Sam: Oh shut up.
Dean: *laughs and eats another gummy worm*