The Mysterious Case of the Shrinking tee Shirt...
written for the Dean/Cas/Sam love meme for the prompt from tiptoe39 - Cas and Sam unite to play mad pranks on Dean, who thinks it's one of them, then the other, and only figures out they're in cahoots at the very end. This is what I come up with though it didn't exactly follow the prompt...
“Sammy! This isn’t funny,” Dean walked out of the bathroom tugging at his favourite black tee shirt. Sam and Castiel looked up from their latest research project, books spilling off the tiny motel table.
“Dean is something the matter?” Castiel asked mildly, looking Dean up and down as he tugged and pulled at the black tee that was now several sizes too small, only reaching half way down his midriff and clinging tightly to his body.
Sam couldn’t help the giggle that escaped his mouth as he looked at his brother. His hair was still wet and standing on end, he was barefoot and wearing faded and torn jeans. Which wasn’t overly amusing, but the now tiny shirt and the pouty look he was giving it as he tried in vain to make it cover his stomach, rather than looking like some tiny midriff girly tank top, was simply ridiculous.
Dean paused long enough in his incessant tugging to glare at Sam. “Sammy, what the hell?”
“Dude don’t look at me.”
“Well who the hell else should I be blaming?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t touch your cloths with a ten foot pole. Maybe it’s your crappy laundry skills,” Sam answered trying his best to stop giggling and failing miserably.
“Dean. If you’re asking for fashion advice, I say it looks fine,” Castiel said as he studied Dean in complete seriousness.
“Not helping Cas,” Dean said giving the angel an exasperated look. Castiel shrugged and looked back to the book he was reading, ignoring the brothers as Dean went on glaring at Sam, and Sam kept trying to stifle laughter.
“Dude you’re so juvenile.”
“Dean, I don’t know what the hell happened to your cute little shirt.”
“Oh that’s it,” Dean said as he grabbed Sam and started messing up his hair.
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
“Princess,” Sam’s reply was muffled as he tried to break out of Dean’s grip.
“You asked for it,” Dean said as he let go of Sam and made a lunge for his laptop. He had the laptop and was across the room holding it out the second story window before Sam could stop him.
“Dean don’t you dare,” Sam warned.
“You going to buy me a new shirt?” Dean asked waggling the laptop out the window.
“Dean, I didn’t touch your fucking shirt!”
Castiel closed the book he was reading, the brothers paid him little attention as they continued to glare at each other. He slowly stood and put his hand in the pocket of his trench coat pulling something out. He placed it on the table and looked slowly from Sam to Dean, a slight smirk on his lips as he caught Dean’s eye before he walked out of the room without saying a word.
Sam and Dean watched him walk out. They looked back at each other before both of their heads turned slowly to look at what was on the table. It was a tub of laundry soap.
Dean stared open mouthed at it, for a moment the power of speech abandoning him. “Son of a...”
The Dean/Cas/Sam Meme!