A/N: Yes, it HAS been a very, very long time since I posted one of these. I have no excuses!
"You know I'd take a bullet for you."
"Uh-huh." Miserable agreement from under reddened, soggy bangs.
"I've jumped demons, got between you and that Manitou."
"Dean." Sam growled, stopping his brother's rambling. "I know you would do all those things. But man, you didn't even warn me about the damn skunk nest."
"Gotta draw the line somewhere-I'll take a few stitches, but stink spray?" Dean opened another can of tomato juice, sluicing it over his brother sitting in the bath tub.
"You look like a breadstick in marinara sauce."
"Nah, seriously. I'm hungry now. You up for Italian?"