Title: Tickle Bug
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Dean, (little) Bobby
Summary: Ticklish!Sam; Dean decides Sam needs a nickname too because his little brother is the cutest.
A/N: Sequel to Giggle Monster :) ENJOY!!!
Dean was getting a little exasperated with Sam. All brothers reach a point where the teasing is too much or something of the sort. Fact is, Dean wasn't sick of playing and messing around with Sam. It was the damn teasing and the freaking nickname that drove him insane.
Well, Dean wasn't known for letting things slide.
Dean was sitting on Bobby’s couch, watching some random football game when Sam bounded over to him. The kid just plopped himself in Dean’s lap, demanding cuddles. It amused the older brother and gave him the perfect opening for his attack. Dean loved having such a cuddly little brother.
“You look tired, De,” Sam hummed into his shoulder, eyeing the game with distaste.
Sam snickered and blew a raspberry right on Dean’s ear, “Maybe you should take a nap.”
“EWWW!” Dean whined though he was chuckling. “Get away you gross creature,” He playfully shoved at Sam, making sure he wouldn't actually fall.
“Rawr!” Sam growled, tightening his grip on Dean. He pulled himself into Dean’s chest and blew another raspberry into Dean’s neck. “Imma get you Dean!”
At the teasing, Dean held back his laughter and swiftly shifted Sam so he was lying sideways on Dean’s lap. He spidered his fingers over Sam’s lean tummy, making the kid burst into giggles.
“Hehey!” Sam blushed and tried hiding his face, embarrassed that actually giggles escaped him. It was one thing to tease Dean about and a whole other to be the one actually giggling.
“Now who’s the cute little giggle monster?”
“That’s my nicknahame for you,” Sam accused, blushing darker. “You cahant steal it!”
Dean hummed in thought, “True. What shall I call this ticklish little creature, huh? He has a cute little belly button. Maybe tickling it will give me some ideas,” Dean teased, sucking his finger and digging it inside the sensitive hollow.
“AHA!” Sam squealed, batting at Dean’s hand. “Nohot my behellybuhutton!”
“Yes, your bellybutton,” Dean chuckled, continuing to tickle it while using his other fingers to tickle the surrounding area.
“Dehe!” Sam laughed, grabbing at Dean’s hands. “Thahat tihickles!”
“No shit, Sherlock. It’s supposed to.”
“I’hihim not Sheherlohock! Ihihim Sahahammy.”
“You’re ticklish. That’s all I care about,” Dean stated, blowing a raspberry on Sam’s bellybutton while skittering his nails along Sam’s neck and ears. Sam hated getting his ears tickled and Dean knew this Goddammit!
“AHAHAhaha! Soho ahare yooooou!”
“That seems irrelevant right now,” Dean grabbed Sam’s hands in one of his own and pulled them above Sam’s head. “Seeing as you cant tickle me.”
Sam yelped, feeling his torso get stretched over his brother’s legs and arms pulled. He burst into an adorable set of nervous giggles, belly quivering as Dean ghosted over them.
“You’re so squirmy! Wiggling all over the place. Ticklish little bug. Hey! Tickle Bug! I’ll call you tickle bug!” The older Winchester blew another raspberry into Sam’s bellybuttom, rubbing his nose into the small spaces above it while tickling Sam’s bare waistline and lower tummy. “Hey Bobby, wanna help me make little tickle bug laugh?”
The man who was passing through the rooms paused, taking in the sight of a near hysterical Sam curled into his brother’s lap while said brother tickled the life out of him. He snorted and shook his head.
“You two have the cutest nicknames for each other,” Bobby teased. “But I think I’ll just stay out of it.” He walked away, leaving Sam to his torture.
Sam and Dean wore matching blushes at Bobby’s comment and Dean used his fueled embarrassment to tickle Sam’s tummy again. He nipped the toned sides and blew raspberries into the bottom set of ribs and bellybutton; his go to spot.
“Awww, little tickle bug calling for Bobby’s help? Can little tickle bug not handle a few tickles?”
Sam shook his head, beaming at his brothers teasing. The nickname added into it made everything worse and Sam squirmed harder, laughter coming out a bit desperate. “Ihihit REHEHEALLY tihihickles!”
“It’s supposed to,” Dean snorted, letting go of Sam’s hands but darting one of his own into Sam’s exposed armpit before he could protect them again. Dean pinched Sam’s lower belly too while scratching at Sam’s pit.
“NAHA!” Sam screeched in surprise, arching his back and gripping Dean’s shirt.
“Tickle bug loves getting tickled by his big brother. He loves the little belly scratches. Don't you tickle bug? You just want allll the lower belly tickles~.”
“Tickle bug is in a bit of a pickle! Ickle little tickle bug,” Dean nuzzled Sam’s neck, blowing into his adam’s apple. Sam squeaked, thrashing weakly as his energy started running out.
“Hmmm, nah. Tickle bug needs tickles to live! Can‘t let tickle bug go hungry now can he?”
“GAHAHA DEHEHEAN!” Sam cried when Dean dug into his sensitive sides. The kid had tears in his eyes as he laid limp in his brothers grasp, not able to do anything else.
Dean cooed lightly at his floppy haired little brother and bundled him closer, giving one last raspberry on his tummy then his ear. Sam squealed, wiping his ear viciously to get Dean’s spit out.
“That's what tickle bug gets!”
“For fihighting with gihiggle mohonster?” Sam asked, residue giggles escaping him. Dean narrowed his eyes but let out a defeated sigh, knowing Sam wouldn't stop.
“Yes. Keep this in mind, kiddo.”
Dean glanced down, snorting to himself. Sam was half asleep already, hand clutching Dean’s amulet and his AC/DC t-shirt. He brushed back Sam’s bangs and lightly nudged the kids forehead with his nose.
“Love you too, tickle bug.”
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