𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

Hell house part 1

Alison watched out of her window as dean drive down the road. Sam was asleep and Alison noticed Dean glancing at him.

She furrowed her brows as dean picked up a plastic spoon.

"What are you doing?" She asked him.

"Shh, watch!" Dean shushed her, then smirked.

He put the spoon in sams mouth making Alison giggle.

"That's mean, daddy." She giggled.

"It's not mean, I'm his big brother, this is my job." Dean told her quietly.

"To torment him?"

Deans eyes stayed on his daughter.

"The hell did you learn that word?" He questioned her.

"The diconary." Ali shrugged.

Dean chuckled.

"The dictionary?" He asked her.

"Yeah, that thing." Ali waved it off.

Dean chuckled, then pulled his phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open, and took a picture of his brother with the spoon in his mouth.

He smiled, then turned up the radio, singing along loudly, causing Alison to laugh.

Sam shot up, the spoon still in his mouth. As soon as he realized, he smacked it out.
Dean smacked the steering wheel, using it as a drum.

He laughed.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Sam said sarcastically, Alison laughed.

"It was funny!" She stated.

"Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in east Texas, kinda got to make your own." Dean said.

"We're not kids anymore, Dean." Sam stated. "We're not gonna start that crap up again."

"Start what up?" Dean asked.

"That prank stuff! It's stupid, and always escalates."

"Ah, what's the matter, sammy? You afraid you're gonna get a little nair in your shampoo again, huh?" Dean questioned his little brother.

"Alright. Just remember you started it." Sam said.

"Bring it on, baldy."

"Wait, I wanna do it!" Alison chimed in front the backseat.

Dean smirked.

"Yeah, me and you against uncle sammy?" He asked her.

Alison furrowed her brows.

"No, me and uncle sammy against you." She crossed her arms making Sam smirk smugly, and stick his tongue out at his brother.

Dean chuckled.

"Okay, Bubba, but as long as you remember, you wanted to be a part of this." He told her, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

"Bring it on, old man." Alison raised her eyebrows.

Deans jaw dropped as Sam laughed.

"Hey, I am not old!" He told the girl.

"Your daughter says otherwise." Sam stated with a smug smirk.

Dean glared at him then smacked the back of his head.

"Nobody asked you, Samuel."

"It's sam."

"It's uncle sammy."

Both men couldn't help but smile at the little girl.

"Where are we, anyway?" Sam asked his brother.