submitted by fortheloveofdestiel
“The first thing you should know about Sammy is that he’s a screamer,” Dean smirked as he made himself comfortable on Sam’s arms while the younger Winchester struggled beneath him. “And a squirmer. You gotta really put your weight on him.”
“Dean,” Sam whined as he wriggled helplessly, tugging at his trapped arms. A thin sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead from the prior chase. He now lie on the carpeted floor of the living room, limbs outstretched beneath his housemates.
“Oh, and he loves it when you tease him,” Dean added wickedly.
“Really?” Cas asked, bewildered.
“Yeah,” Dean grinned, “gets him all worked up. Watch and learn.”
“Oh Sammy,” Dean sang, wiggling his fingers tauntingly over his brother’s exposed underarms.
“Dehehehean,” Sammy whined, squirming more forcibly as he stared wide-eyed at the hands drawing closer to him.
“I know all your sweet spots, Sammy,” the older Winchester cooed, “and I’m gonna tickle every. last. one.”
“Nohohohoho!” Sam bellowed, squeezing his eyes shut and writhing against the touch that hadn’t yet come.
“And Cas here is gonna help me. Ain’t that right, Cas?”
My sides hurt