#cute!sam

A/N: This is number 2 of the prompts Anon sent!! I like this prompt just because it sounds so cute <3 So imma set this in Season 1 just because I feel like Sam would like to prank Deanie and walla! Rest of prompt....

Sam waited for the perfect moment, Dean left on a food run and Sam was all alone. With Dean’s things. Their prank war has just started up again for the first time since Stanford and God, Sam missed it. Well, not the pranks but he missed having fun with his brother, missed being with him as a whole. Dean had always been Sam’s constant and it was hell without him at the his side.

The youngest Winchester wondered what he could do, already zipping open Dean’s bags. He pulled out the horribly packed clothes, a few bits of ammo and Dean’s wallet. Well, Dean definitely needed that so Sam had to hurry. Dean would notice it was missing and Sam wouldn't have time to think of a prank.

Sam flipped the wallet open, eyes widening at one of the pictures. It was of himself and Dean, his older brother hugging him close while Sam was smiling brightly, both of his front teeth missing. He remembered that! Sam chuckled at the goofy faces and pulled out another picture. Dean looked to be about four years old and in his arms was a baby Sam, hazel eyes glittering up at his big brother. The edges were worn which meant Dean looked at it a lot and the thought warmed Sam’s soul. And he could see why; in the corner, Mary Winchester was smiling fondly at her two boys, a hand cupping Dean’s neck lightly as she stared at the two.

Sam pulled out the last picture obviously taken by Mary. It was old and Dean looked really young and small. Their father looked happy for once so Sam knew his mother must of been alive. John held a three-year old Dean upside down, hands cupping one of Dean’s hips. Dean himself had his mouth open is silent laughter, his freckled cheeks flushed pink in the sun. Sam never really thought he’d ever see his big brother look so happy before.

It made the little brother sad to think of it that way. He was too engrossed with the pictures to notice Dean re-enter the motel room. The older Winchester looked pissed that Sam was going through his bag but once he saw what Sam was looking at, a nostalgic smile spread on his face.

“Dad looks happy, right?”

Sam jumped, an embarrassed smile on his face at being caught, “Uh, yeah. You both do.”

“Why wouldn't we be?” Dean hummed, taking the picture of their father and himself. “I mean mom was alive and we just found out she was pregnant with you.” Dean smiled at Sam, thinking about that time. He was so psyched about having a baby something in the family. He was a adamant that it was going to be a boy yet both his parent s bargained it would be a girl. 

“What was happening here?” Sam asked, chin hooking on Dean’s shoulder to peak at the picture.

“When mom found out she was pregnant, both of them said it would be a girl. I told them it would be a boy. I was being really...uh...headstrong about it and Dad said enough was enough. Grabbed me and tickled me to tears,” Dean snorted, shaking his head. “In the end I was right, though you seemed to get some Y chromosomes mixed in there somewhere, Samantha.”

“Shut up, Jerk,” Sam huffed, prodding at Dean’s sides. “Ya know, I forgot you were ticklish. Never saw a lot of it as a kid and Dean, you look awesome with a smile on your face.”

Dean chuckled nervously, scooting away from his brother. “Yeah, well, they do say I'm dripping with good looks.”

“Let’s see if I can make you smile like that again!”

“Wait, Sammy, Dohohohont!” Dean squeaked as Sam tackled his brother backwards on the bed, fingers slipping up Dean’s sides to his ribs. Sam experimentally scratched the highest rib before working his way down, making sure to tickle in between the bone.

“Ahahaha! Sahahahammy!” 

Sam chuckled at his brother, moving to straddle Dean’s hips and making sure to drum his fingers against his belly. Dean jumped, hands immediately reaching for Sam’s hands but never made the target for Sam forced them under his knees.

“Can’t have those in the way now can we, Dean?” Sam teased, making Dean’s laughter grow in slight desperation at the helplessness he felt.

“Dohohohon’t tickle mehehe!“ Dean begged, tugged fruitlessly at his hands. Suddenly, Dean screeched when Sam scratched the skin right under his bellybutton. “Nohohot thehehehere!“

“Wow Dean, look at that smile!”

“Yohohou bihihitch!”

“Now that wasn't nice!“ Sam mocked-sighed, tickling Dean’s slight pudge. Dean giggled cutely, feet kicking out as he tried to escape. “Now I got to punish you, big brother.”

“Noho! I’m sohohorry! I’m sorry!” Dean peered up at Sam with pleading eyes which his little brother smiled at.

“All I wanted to do was make you smile, De,” Sam sniffed dramatically, hands falling at Dean’s hips, rubbing small circles into the bones. Already, Dean giggled with anticipation, hands tugging harder from under Sam’s knees. Damn, why did his little brother have to be so ginormous?! “Guess I gotta do this the hard way.”

“Saham, don't you dAHAHAHARE! NOHOHOHO! BAHAHAHAHA!” Dean cackled hysterically as Sam dug ruthlessly into Dean’s hips, making sure to scurry around the bone and pinch the flesh surrounding his hips. Dean’s laughter grew in sheer desperation to make the tickly feelings to just go away, oh my god no! 

With a hard thrust, Dean was able to buck his little brother off of him, quickly curling into a ball. Sam, on the other hand, was grinning madly. His older brother was too cute sometimes. He truly looked like the kid in the picture, not the hardass hunter. It made Sam happy.

Dean sucked in a few deep breaths before glaring at Sam, a small smile still on his face which dimmed the effect.

“You little shit,” Dean muttered, crawling onto of his little brother. Sam let him, knowing he deserved what he was about to get. It wasn't like Sam minded either. If it made Dean smile like that, to tickle Sam into oblivion, he would totally let Dean do it. “Now its your turn!”

Sam giggled and let a bright dimpled smile come out. Dean blinked, a bit shocked, before it fell into an easy grin. Dean attacked Sam’s extremely ticklish tummy with vigor, feeling a certain lightness inside him at Sam’s squeals and snorts.

“DEHEHEHEHE!” Sam cried out, head thrown back, his back arching at the zig-zang and scribbly pattern. “TIHIHIHICKLES!”

“That’s the point, Sammy.”

Sam barely lasted five minutes of constant tummy torture, only begging for Dean to stop when he started the raspberries. The Winchester’s laid panting, shoulder to shoulder, helpless smiles on both of their faces. Sam peered over at his brother, his grin turning brighter and he let out a self-satisfying sigh.

“Next time, don't go through my stuff, bitch.”

“Whatever, jerk.”

~Fin~