A drabble!

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Gen, G - Dean sings a song

“Dude, I’m going to mess up your face,” Sam says.

“Youuu light up my liiifee, you give me hope to carry on,” Dean sings. “You light up my days and fill my nights with song. It can't be wrong when it feels so right.”

“Feel free to, like, shut up,” Sam says.

Dean turns the volume up louder, really belting. Sam wonders, theoretically, if killing his brother right then and there could be considered homicide. He could probably argue euthanasia. Dean sounds enough like a dying cat.

“Sammy, Sammy, Sam,” Dean tsks. “Lighten up, little brother. It could be worse.”

Sam snorts. “How exactly?”

Dean’s mouth twists up in a smirk. “I could like rap.”

...what? Sofie got a kick out of it.

ps, prompts still open