To My Brother, With Whom I've Slept

a collection of 'correspondence'. the setting: the ever-present hotel room. the players: wee!Sam and wee!Dean. the story: a whole bunch of brotherly-ness. the warnings: slight fluff/crack/everything in between, non-slash.

Rating: G

Disclaimer: *audible sigh*

Notes: title borrowed from Bill Cosby... and perhaps someday I too shall tell a chicken heart story.


I.

Sam,

I found my baseball cards in your backpack.

I want everything else you've taken.

Now.

Dean

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Dear Dean,

You can have your pocket knife when I get Teddy back.

Sincerely,

Sam

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Sam,

You know Dad threw that musty old thing out in Detroit.

Plus, you're too old for a teddy bear.

Give me my knife back.

Dean

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Dear Dean,

You were supposed to watch Teddy while I stayed at the lady's house with the cats.

I had an allergic reaction. You are responsible.

Itchy and Sad,

Sam

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Sam,

...if I get you a new Teddy, will you give me my knife?

Dean

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Dear Dean,

... a candy bar too.

Hungry,

Sam

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Sammy,

grumblegrumblegrumble

Deal.

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Dear Dean,

Kit-Kat, please!

Your brother,

Sam

ps: not Sammy


a/n: ...yeaaaaaaah. :? i just... i don't know. the idea just hit me funny :D hope to continue, maybe, at random... soonish?
please: -review? -leave a request? -"give me a break?" hehe