You can’t help but smirk to yourself as you lean back against the counter. Sam and Dean stand facing each other, completely stone-faced as they hold one fist above a flat palm. “Are you guys seriously going to do this?"
”‘Course we are.“ Dean readjusts his stance, still not looking away from his brother. "This is how we solve almost everything."
"Not the best way, but fine,” you respond under your breath. Dean glares at you.
“Alright,” Sam interjects. “Let’s go.” He raises his fist a couple of inches above his hand, and you watch as the two grown men bring their fists down three times before choosing a hand position. Sam chooses rock, and Dean chooses scissors.
“Bitch!” Dean yells, spinning around on his heels angrily.
Sam smirks and looks over at you. “Always with the scissors.”