Worked on this while camping... It's still a draft on my phone ;)

Disclaimer: Sam and Dean are not mine :'( (sob)

Word count: 100


It was that simple, quiet noise that had Sam jumping out of the chair. Eyes wide, he eyed the concerned woman.

"Hun, what's wrong?" she asked, lowering the offending scissors.

Sam shook his head and ran, away from the evil area, after ripping off the cover. He ran into the other room, where Dean was waiting. Dean looked up, startled. "Sam?"

Sam was panting now, eyes wide, adrenaline pumping. "No, Dean, please don't make me do this."

Dean's concerned look changed to relaxed. "Aw Sammy," he laughed at the twelve year old. "You need a good hair cut, dude."