ok so I started thinking about this at work the other day while I was making a mess and well yeah here it is. Hope you like. Any suggestions or anything would be great. I'm calling it Helping Hands for now but again any better ideas are more than welcome. It'll probably only be posted here cuz I don't have a fanfiction account.
Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own them cuz well I wouldn't have to write then.
Dude, you're getting it all over!" Sam stated as he glared at his brother who just glared right back at him
"It's supposed to go all over that's what it's for" said Dean who was standing on a ladder, not because he needed it but because he liked being taller than Sam whenever he could manage it.
"No Dean it's only supposed to go on the walls, Bobby is going to be so mad that you got it on the floor and ceiling and couch and...."
"I get it Sammy I don't need a complete list".
They'd been staying with Bobby since Dean got out of the hospital after the accident. After some time Dean started to get bored with just sitting around the house and began to whine constantly but Sam thought it was too soon to get back on the road. Besides Bobby hadn't finished fixing the Impala yet. So instead of sitting around the house Bobby gave Sam and Dean some chores to do around the house. Today he had to take a trip two towns over to pick up some parts for Deans car and told them he'd be back late and to go ahead and paint the living room. It was going ok for the first few hours until Sam felt something hit his head.
"Dean, man, watch what your doing you just got it in my hair!"
"Suck it up Sammy, it needs a trim anyway, now you have an excuse" Dean replied with a smirk on his face.
"Not gonna happen so just give it up already would ya."
"whatever Sammy, if you don't want to get paint all over you then move to the other side of the room."
Sam just grunted in reply and kept painting. A few minutes passed with nothing said between the brothers just the local classic rock channel Dean had found playing on the radio until Sam turned to get more paint and his brush hit Dean's leg.
"Sam....tell me you did NOT just get paint on my good jeans......"
"Uhh, ok I won't, You can look for yourself" Sam said while backing away from Dean who was slowly looking down and the giant wet paint spot just above his left knee.
"you are so dead college boy"
"It was an accident Dean I swear, you can't hold that against me"
Even though he knew that yes, Dean could hold it against him and yes, he would.
" Oh really, well if that was an accident, so is this"
as Dean decided that his little brother needed a brown paint mark right down the middle of his face.
"oops sry Sammy" Dean wasn't just grinning now he was full out laughing until he lost his balance and fell off the ladder right into the tray of paint that Sam had been using.
Now it was Sams turn to burst into laughter at the site of his older brother, eyes wide in surprise, covered in teal paint.
" That was graceful bro real graceful" Sam managed through his laughter.
"Shut up geek boy, now you've gone and done it. You are soooo gonna get it!" said Dean as he stood up, grabbed the nearest bucket of paint and proceeded to throw it on a startled Sam.
Three hours later Bobby pulled into his driveway and got out of his car. From across the yard all he heard coming from the inside of the house was the sounds of many crashes followed by some yelling. He walked in to see only half of a wall painted and the two Winchester's, both with more paint on themselves then the wall, each holding a bucket of paint and roller both looking like the cat that ate the canary. Simultaneously both Sam and Dean put the paint down and tried their hardest to look innocent.
" What the h*ll happened in here?" Bobby shouted and the reply he got was, "well you see...." from both of the men standing in front of him who then looked at each other, shrugged and simply stated "he started it".
Bobby tried his hardest not to grin and just walked back outside. "should have known better then to let those two anywhere near a paintbrush" Bobby thought to himself as he started to unload his truck. After that he didn't ask them to help around the house anymore. There was just too much damage the first time.
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