Sleeping On The Job
(TickleTober Day 9: Wake Up!)
Summary: Dean is sleeping while Sam does all the research.
Word Count: 1187
A/N: I wrote this while on call with some friends and it’s kinda messy… I’m also not used to doing lee!Dean, but I’m trying to get more used to it :D
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Sam’s eyes were already threatening to close as they tried to stay focused on the words.
It had only been a few hours into their research session and the younger Winchester already felt like beating himself over the head just to get a few seconds of rest. If they could just figure out WHAT they were hunting, they could track it down, kill it, and be on their merry way. He just had to stay awake…
Despite his weariness, the youngest Winchester forced himself to stay conscious, flipping page after page like he had no other choice. Then, he saw it. Or rather he read it…
His eyes lit up with relief. He slammed his hands on the table and propped himself up, all sleepiness leaving his body as the words sunk in. He was eager to tell his older brother, who had been researching in an armchair on the other side of the room.
“Hey, get this! So, the campers heard their friends call-” He paused when he heard a snore on the other side of the room.
“Dean?” He called, but he didn’t receive an answer.
His gaze wandered from the table to the small living area. Sure enough, Dean was comfortably reclined, his head tipped back against the chair as he snored.
The younger Winchester’s expression instantly morphed into a scowl.
Typical… of course Dean was sleeping instead of ACTUALLY helping for once.
“Dean.” Sam grumbled, only to receive no response.
Dean was out cold, his jaw slack and mouth wide open. The sight boiled Sam’s blood a bit. His brother was over there napping while he broke his back searching for answers to their mystery.
His eye twitched and he tried again. “Dean!”
But Dean just continued to snore, unbothered by his brother’s calls.
That was the final straw.
Sam got out of his chair, the legs screeching against the wooden floors, though that didn’t seem to disturb Dean’s rest either.
If his brother wanted to be a lazy pain, then Sam would just have to teach him a lesson. He casually pattered over, not bothering to tiptoe since the hunter didn’t seem to be waking any time soon.
When he reached the elder’s destination, he took one last look at the sleepy expression before making his move…
“WAKE UP!!” He shouted as he dug his fingers into the older man’s ribcage, wiggling between the bones and showing no mercy.
If nothing else woke him, the tickling sure did. The shorter hunter shot up and flailed like a fish out of water, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as his sleep was rudely interrupted.
“SAMMY?! W-WHAT THE HEHEHELL?!”
Dean barked, arching his back and shoving at his brother’s hands. The reaction was more than satisfying to Sam.
“Seriously? Thought you could just sleep through the research and leave it all to me?” Sam huffed.
The tickling was relentless and sudden, giving the older Winchester no time to adjust to the sensations. He was barely awake and he was already screeching like a banshee… Sam could’ve at least had the decency to start with a less ticklish spot. His little brother could be such an ass… unlike him, who napped and let the younger do all the boring work.
“DAMMIT, SAMMY! STOHOHOP!!”
The younger brother let out a snort, enjoying having the upper hand. He should sneak attack his brother more often…
scribbling up to Dean’s armpits and scratching at the hollows. The change in spots tore a frantic shriek from the older man’s throat.
“Are you kidding?! I have so much revenge I need to catch up on!” Sam grinned, scribbling up to Dean’s armpits and drilling his thumbs into the sensitive hollows. The change in spots tore a frantic shriek from the older man’s throat.
It took almost as much effort to look annoyed as it did to stay awake.
How was he supposed to stay irritated when his big brother’s wailing laughter was echoing off the walls like that?
“You deserve every second of this, jerk!” He exclaimed, no longer able to keep the grin off his face. Sure, he was still pretty ticked, but he definitely felt some relief flowing through him as his fingers scurried up and down Dean’s sides, over his stomach, and up to his armpits again.
But then Sam decided he wanted to hear his brother REALLY scream… he deserved it after all.
The elder could feel the taller’s nimble fingers scampering down his flanks and hovering threateningly in one spot… just above his hips.
Dean’s eyes widened and his flushed cheeks went pale.
“S-Sammy, you wouldn’t…” He muttered, a shiver shooting down his spine as his eyes latched onto his hips as if watching them would keep them safe.
There was almost a pleading look in his gaze…
Sam gave a cheeky grin. He would almost look sweet and innocent if he weren’t threatening Dean’s most ticklish spot.
“Oh…” He smirked, raising his hands and raising them so they floated right above the bones.
“I would.”
With that, he latched onto his brother’s hips, drilling into the divots and shooting electric sparks through his body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t flinch at the frantic yell, followed by loud, boisterous cackles.
“SAMMY, YOU SONOVA BIHIHITCH!!!” Dean bucked his hips and kicked his legs, shoving at his brother’s hands and doing whatever he could to save his horribly ticklish hips from the torment.
Sam snorted, continuing the playful torture. “You shouldn’t really be name-calling in this position…”
“SUCK A- OH MY GOD, STOHOHOP!!!”
As the vengeful attack went on, Sam felt a sense of justice… he also felt far less annoyed.
Eventually, Dean was wheezing and gasping for breath, so Sam decided to have mercy. He pulled his hands away and gave a smug smirk, crossing his arms and sitting on the couch.
“I don’t wanna hear you bitching about my little naptime after that whole debacle…” The elder grumbled, wiping a hand over his face.
The younger hunter simply rolled his eyes and leaned into the couch.
“Whatever… can you just try to help out a little more? It kinda feels like I do all the work sometimes…”
Sam’s admission made Dean feel defensive, but he could tell his brother was serious… was he really that bad? He couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.
He gave a reassuring smile. “Yeah… sure, Sammy.”
“Wait- really?” Sam asked, shocked. He expected Dean to fight back more…
Dean nodded, giving his brother a pat on the shoulder.
“Yeah… I guess I was being a bit of a jerk. But that doesn’t mean you’re not a little bitch for tickling the crap outta me.” He smirked.
The younger hunter blinked before accepting the situation. His brother was ACTUALLY taking responsibility for once.
“Well, anyway… I found out what we’re up against.” He said with a proud expression, sitting up straighter as he prepared to share his findings.
Dean raised a brow before leaning back, giving Sam the floor. “Alright… shoot away, Sammy.”
With a confident grin, Sam leaned forward…
“So get this…”