A/N: I'm baaaaaaack. Actually, no- I wrote this is like 20 minutes, I'm not actually back. I just needed a witty ficlet to read to my family, so I wrote this- and, yeah.. I'll just let you judge it.

~Salted

Newport, Vermont

Present Day

"Dude, I can't believe you jumped into a frozen lake to get a freaking yorkie." Dean teased again, cranking the ancient radiator up another setting.

"And who kicked it trying to tackle an Akhlut?" Sam retorted, pulling thin flannel sheets up to his neck.

Though common sense would argue that voluntarily taking a swan dive into a 25 degree lake was quite the act of ignorance- but letting the poor thing drown.. Curse Sam's soft spot for animals. Then again, everyone is entitled to stupidity, some just abuse the privilege.

"It was in the way!" The older brother protested, tossing a tattered hoodie towards the far bed at the sound of a soft snivel.

"Yeah but you kicked a puppy," Sam teased, pulling the hoodie onto his lanky frame, "A puppy, Dean."

"The thing was like, 2 or something."

"Dogs are considered puppies until they're 3."

Dean snorted at the comment, "Trust you to have a collection of random dog trivia. What's next- the correct plural of radius?"

"Radii," Sam sniffed, smirking at the look of annoyance that arose on his brother's face.

"I was being sarcastic, Princess," As much as Sam would have loved to nag his older brother further, he remained silent- pulling his age old faux slumber, which always worked far too well for comfort.

He'd used it more times than he count to eavesdrop on nearby conversations or to catch Dean being girly even when he actively detested anything that would be at home in a chick flick.

He felt a hand smoothing his overlong chocolate locks accompanied by a soft chuckle.

Sam flicked on eye open, stifling a laugh at the flutter of surprise that crossed over his brother's features.

"Dude you are so girly."

FIN