Note: Just a little fun, please review! I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters...But I'm allowed to dream, right?!!

And Dean Ran Away With The Spoon

"I'm going to kill you Dean!"

Dean tried as hard as he could to not laugh. He bit down on his lip as a grunting snort escaped him.

"It's NOT funny Dean."

"It's pretty funny!"

"Dean..." The dangerous tone boiled with anger.

"Oh c'mon Sammy, I for one think you look adorable in that picture"

"Do you have any idea how many texts I've been getting from people?? All freakin night Dean! I swear if I hear one more 'Sleeping Beauty' joke..."

Dean was desperately trying to hold back the laugh which was creeping up his throat.

"Look, I only sent it to like, three people Sammy"

"Three? THREE? YOU SENT IT TO TWENTY NINE CONTACTS DEAN!"

"Really?" enquires the sickly sweet voice

"I hate you so much"

"I know you do, Sammy, I know. Hey, one of those contacts was Dad, so that doesn't count right!?"

Dean couldn't hold it in any more and he exploded in an eruption of laughter.

"YOU SENT IT TO DAD?! DEAN, YOU ARE SO DEAD!"


A few hundred miles away in the 'Hey Diddle Diddle' motel

John Winchester yawned and collapsed onto the saggy motel couch. Suddenly his phone gave a scream of Led Zeppelin and he flipped it open.

'You have a new message

From: DEAN'

He frowned, Dean never texted him, he'd always call. He selected 'read' and an image flashed up on the screen.

He blinked.

Sammy?

Sam was flopped over the edge of the shotgun seat in the Impala, his eyes shut, his hair whipped around in all directions, his mouth hanging slightly open. And there was something sticking out of his mouth.

A spoon?

'Dean' thought John knowingly and laughed so hard he fell off the couch.