Better Than a Box of Rocks

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even close.

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"Just open it."

Dean shook the small, comic strip wrapped package. The heft, the distinctive rattle, he identified his gift immediately. "Candy?" he teased.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Not even close."

He tossed the box from one hand to the other. "Ammo?"

Sam's face puckered in mock contempt. "Cold."

Dean's grin widened. "Box of condoms?"

"God, Dean, no!"

He smirked, ripping off the homemade wrapping paper. Inside sat a new Led Zeppelin tape to replace the one eaten by the Impala last week. Also included was a coupon for eight hours of complaint-free listening time. "Thanks, Sammy."

"Happy birthday, Dean."

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Dedicated: To my son, who loves the brotherly banter (especially Dean when he's being a smart aleck).

For the record, he's a teenager so the humor is age appropriate. Still, I'm his mother, and I live to embarrass him. :)

Happy birthday, kiddo! I love you!

AN: My first (and probably only) drabble. Dang, keeping it down to 100 words is HARD!