⠀⠀⠀ 𝐁oredom struck much earlier than expected leaving the eldest to frequently tap his pen onto one of the hotels tables 。He’s been staring at the same page for what felt like hours 。He was far from the type to indulge in books outside of research but a part of him reread his fathers journal to keep his memory fresh on the things they were hunting 。But it sucked 。That’s when he heard the blatant annoyance in the youngers voice, the edges of his lips curving upright into the smallest smirk as he hoisted himself up from his spot 。Game on 。With frequent persistence he knew he could break his brothers streak of consistency thus he made his way over to him, thick digits curling inwards as he wrapped a single arm around the tallers neck 。Said fist made contact with the others head and began to mess up his hair 。True brother hassling 。
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ 𝐂’mon birds nest, let’s go out and have some fun there is an arcade down town 。 ❜
Sam had just set his cup down when he felt an arm around his throat and a couple knuckles tussling his hair. Sam's face heated up and he gripped Dean's arm to pry it off him. He knew more advanced techniques to get Dean to back off but that was for self defense. This was just heckling. They were far more forgiving to each other under those circumstances. ❝Dean, what the hell?!❞ Sam growled, jaw clenched until he turned around in his seat to look up at the older Winchester. They'd absolutely been in the motel room for too long; but Sam wasn't one to concede easily. ❝Since when do you and I visit arcades?❞ His brow furrowed. It had been y e a r s since Sam had done something like that. Part of him thought it sounded fun. Sam stood and cracked his back, moving to the coffee pot to fill his cup again, only to find it empty. He groaned. Turned to look at Dean. He'd need more convincing. ❝My idea of fun isn't exactly getting stared at by a bunch of twelve year olds by the pac-man machine.❞