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"Oh my god, Dean, you complete and utter idiot - what the fuck did you do to yourself?"
Dean looked up and grinned at his brother from where he was sitting leaned up against the side of the Impala.
"I broke my foot," he told Sammy cheerfully, lolling his head back to look at his behemoth of a little brother. "Might be a liiiiiittle bit drunk."
Sam rolled his eyes and leaned down to pick Dean up.
Dean watched Sammy's face for a moment. "Did you know," Dean started, grinning dopily; "Did you know that you have dimples?" He poked at Sam's cheek, trying to coax the dimples out.
Sam's forehead scrunched together in confusion.
"Noooo," Dean whined, and reached up to squish Sam's face. "No frowning, Sammy, I wanna see your dimples."
Sam scoffed and started to reach under Dean's arms to heave him up.
"Sammy. Sammy, Sammy - Sammy!" Dean drawled, grinning triumphantly when he heard Sam's snicker. "There we go!" he crowed, stumbling into his brother's side when he got hauled all the way up. He shook his head and refocused on his brother's face. " There's the dimples."
"You know, Sammy," Dean continued conversationally, going along amiably as Sam started hauling him around to the the passenger's side of the Impala, "you're kinda cute, even if you're all overgrown and have a stupid princess haircut."
"I do not have a princess haircut!"
Dean grinned. "Of course you don't, Sammy," he cooed, voice saccharine sweet. "You're just a big manly man, all muscly and growly and shit."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Sure, Dean."
Sam leaned Dean's weight on his side and fumbled around in Dean's pocket for his keys.
"Ooh, Sammy ," Dean drawled - and Sam could just hear his smirk. "You feelin' me up, little brother?"
"No! Shut up, Dean." Sam felt his cheeks glow warm and could only be grateful that it was invisible in the dark parking lot.
Dean snickered, and went willingly as Sam manhandled him into the passenger seat of Baby.
Sam started buckling Dean's seatbelt, and leaned around to snap it in.
He finished buckling Dean's seatbelt and withdrew his upper body from the passenger side of the Impala.
He stood there for a second, staring down at his brother with a furrowed brow. Dean grinned up at him.
"You're gonna get wet, Sammy boy," Dean sing-songed.
"What-"
Sam felt something drip onto his head and slide down his neck.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Sam groaned.
Dean cackled.