#reinforcements

Sparkstember Day 4:

OK 🔉 SOUND ON 🔉 for this one because it took me a long time to make.

i don't even have an explanation for making these

Summary: Continuation of This Means War.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Domestic Fluff and Angst and Nonsense

WC: 576

A/N: I just couldn’t bring Baby into the middle of this mess. LMAO.

Domestic Drabbles

“Back already?” Dean asked as Sam descended the stairwell into the map room. Dean was reclined in one of the chairs, feet propped on the table and a fresh beer in his hand, an empty bottle already sat on the illuminated table.

“Just got the mail,” Sam pursed his lips, dropping said mail onto the table and setting a small package off to the side. 

Dean sat up, his interest piqued as his eyes landed on the cardboard box, “What’s with the package?”

“I ordered more cards and supplies to help with cataloging the Library-”

Sam's response was interrupted by a loud snore as Dean’s head lolled back on his shoulders, his eyes closed and mouth hung open in dramatic protest. Dean sat up, gathering his own pile of mail and catalogs.

“Enjoy your boring cards, you nerd,” Dean shouted back as he made his way to his room. 

Sam shook his head with a laugh, waiting for the tell-tale click of Dean’s door. As soon as he heard it, he rushed to the hallway opening, checking to make sure it was clear before he rushed back to the package on the table.

Hastily ripping it open, he folded back the flaps, smirking at the contents. He slowly lowered his hands into the box, retrieving the items from within - his own label-making machine.

Dean had been going crazy, leaving labels on every cabinet and drawer in the kitchen. He even began labeling the many doors throughout their home.

Sam would never admit that some of the labels were actually helpful, reminding them both of where things were as they each tended to forget from time to time.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was that Dean was being a total jerk about it, labeling things that absolutely did not need labels just because he had the machine and just because he wanted to drive Sam insane.

Sam went to grab a coffee mug the other day and Dean stopped him with an annoying tisk as he pointed out that the cup in question was clearly printed with Dean’s name. Sam rolled his eyes, grabbing a different one, only to be stopped and directed to one that bore his name - the smallest of them all. Sam scowled and ripped off the printed tape from the cup, and chose a different one for his coffee as Dean continued to be thoroughly amused.

Mission in mind and reinforcements in hand, Sam carried the evidence to his room, hiding the packaging in the back of his wardrobe for the time being. He checked the hall once more, ensuring Dean wasn’t around, before stealthily sneaking his way through the halls and into his intended location.

Silently closing the door behind him, Sam climbed the few steps into the garage. His eyes immediately landed on the black glimmer of the impala which sat proudly in the middle of the large room. She was too precious for what he had planned, and he knew Dean would take it far too personally.

Instead, he set his gaze on the older vehicle, situated off to the side where the heavy equipment was housed. Dean had been working to fix it up, Sam spending time with him as his older brother rattled off about the vehicle and parts and quizzed him to ensure he was paying attention.

Label maker in hand he grinned as he decided to show Dean just how much he had learned.