A/N: After a couple of weeks skipping, I just had to see if I could beat the clock. We had what, 3 or 4 hours with this word? Lol. I dedicate this drabble to an authoress who is consistently funnier than I am ^^ Happy birthday, Phoebe!

They were tiny, fuzzy, and white.

And trying to shove themselves as far up Dean's nose as possible.

"Just pick the damn stuff so we can leave."

He sneezed thrice into his sleeve, glaring at his brother across the meadow.

"Not my fault your seasonal allergy self is downwind." Sam said. More dandelion seed filled the air.

Two more 'Achoo's and Dean with no Kleenex.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"The weekend in Tulsa."

"That was awesome!"

"Dean, you puked in my hair!"

"And this is your revenge?"

"It comes in small doses," Sam smirked and gently blew.