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It was a relaxing day at the bunker; the dim lighting mixed with the soft hum of the air conditioner providing a comfortable atmosphere, perfect for a day off.
Sam was on the couch, engrossed in a novel, while Castiel sat motionless with an intense expression, looking as if he was pondering life’s most troubling questions.
The scene was a little mundane for Dean’s taste; luckily, he was the king of mischief and had the perfect scheme to add some flair to their day off.
He waited for Sam to momentarily walk away, then with a mischievous grin on his face, he approached the stoic angel, making sure Sam couldn’t hear them.
Getting the angel’s attention, Dean spoke in a mischievous tone.
“Hey, Cas… I bet you I can tickle Sam without even touching him.”
Castiel was taken aback by the abrupt claim, though very intrigued.
“Without touching? Did you find some sort of spell?” He asked curiously, unsure that he’d wanna partake in any risky spell work.
Dean laughed and shook his head.
“Nope. No magic, no spells, none of that; just pure skill.” He crossed his arms with a proud expression, clearly pleased with his ‘talents’.
Castiel thought for a moment before nodding his head.
“Very well then. What’s the trick?”
Dean clapped his hands together with a playful glint in his eye.
“Alright, Cas. I’m gonna need your help to hold him down. Then you’ll get to see the real magic!”
And so, they waited for Sam to return, which didn’t take long at all. Dean and Cas exchanged a knowing glance, Dean giving the angel a look that said ‘alright, let’s torture my baby brother’.
On the silent count of three, the duo ambushed Sam; Castiel moving to sit cross legged on one end of the couch with his arms open while Dean pops up from the other side and pushes Sam backwards, the youngest landing with his head in the angel’s lap as said angel grabbed his wrists in a gentle yet firm grip.
Dean then proceeded to sit on Sam’s hips, the team effort ensuring Sam wouldn’t escape.
Sam’s eyes widened at the sudden ambush and his cheeks turned rosy, having a hunch as to what the two were up to.
“Hey! What the hell, guys!?” He shouted, trying to mask his nervousness.
Dean looked at Castiel, ready to proudly demonstrate his skills.
“What’s the matter, Sammy? You’re looking a little… skittish!” He darted his hands towards Sam’s stomach, stopping just before he made contact, fingers hovering dangerously close to the sensitive tummy.
Sam yelped and squirmed, the fake-out making him even more nervous now that his suspicions were confirmed.
“D-Dean, no! D-Don’t!” He protested, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Dean smirked wickedly and pinched the hem of Sam’s shirt, slowly rolling up the fabric to reveal the soft expanse of Sam’s tummy.
The action was so painfully slow and Sam could already feel his brothers fingers skittering over his sensitive skin. The thought made him squirm and he accidentally let out a little giggle,
blushing brightly when the embarrassing noise escaped.
The reaction only fueled Dean’s playful demeanor and he made a face of mock surprise, a sly grin etched on his face.
“Oh? What’s this? Little Sammy is giggling already? I haven’t even said his favorite word yet!”
Oh no.
Sam knew exactly what word Dean was talking about.
“Nohoho! Don’t you d-dare say ihihit!”
Dean just laughed with playful menace before leaning in close and whispering in Sam’s ear.
“Tickle tickle tickle~”
Sam squeaked and burst into laughter, the word getting under his skin and flustering him just like it always did.
Castiel looked both surprised and amused, looking down at Sam’s flushed expression.
“Well, Dean, I must admit I was skeptical of your claims, but low and behold…”
The comment only seemed to make Sam laugh louder and Dean smirk even more deviously.
“Oh just you wait, my feathery friend. You haven’t seen anything yet!”
Sam’s midriff was exposed by now, the cool air hitting his skin and making him shutter.
The elder Winchester hovered his hands above Sam’s tummy and began to teasingly wiggle his fingers just inches away from the sensitive flesh, delighting in the way the tummy quivered as if already being tickled; Sam snorting and shaking his head, fluffy brown hair whipping around with him.
“Eeek! Dehehean, stohohop!” Sam squealed, face flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
“Stop what, Sammy? I haven’t even started yet!” The elder grinned deviously.
“Oh, but when I do…”
He chuckled ominously,
“You’ll be laughing so loud, the bunker will be at risk of being found~”
Castiel chuckled and decided to chime in,
“I believe his laughter has already reached that point, Dean.”
“You have no idea, Cas. I haven’t even touched him yet and look at him; all blushy and giggly, simply from the thought of getting that cute little tummy scratched and scribbled on~”
Sam was indeed a blushing mess.
Every tease and taunt was like a magic spell that shot tingly sensations straight to his belly, making him squirm with anticipation.
What was truly driving him insane was how long this was taking; he was growing slightly impatient with the lack of actual tickles. Phantom tickles just weren’t enough to satisfy his sudden craving.
The younger Winchester arched his back in an attempt to get closer to his brother’s hands, making Dean laugh at the blatant eagerness from his little brother.
“Aww, someone’s getting impatient~ what d’ya think, Cas? should I give this cutie pie his tickle tickle tickles?~”
Sam whined childishly, face burning red at the flustering baby talk.
Castiel hummed thoughtfully.
“I do believe you’ve kept him waiting long enough. He’s earned it.” The angel nodded, looking down to see Sam’s eyes widen with excitement.
Dean couldn’t help but melt a little at the joyful sparkle in Sam’s eyes.
They’d been through so much, and to see Sam’s eyes sparkle with undeniable happiness was a true gift.
He quickly buried the mushy thoughts for the time being, snapping back to his teasy tickle monster persona.
“You heard him, Sammy. Get ready for the tickliest tickle attack ever!” He poised his hands to attack, forming claws with his hands and starting a countdown, knowing it would drive Sam crazy.
“Three…” he inched his hands closer.
“Waitwaitwait-” Sam giggled nervously.
“Two…” he inched his hands even closer.
“Deheheeean!!” Sam let out a giggly whine.
“One!”
Sam let out a high pitched shriek, bursting into bright boyish laughter, squeezing his eyes shut with mirth.
Dean burst out laughing, incredibly amused by his brother’s reaction for a key reason that Sam was unaware of.
“Sammy, open your eyes.. Haha!”
Hesitant but curious, Sam took a peek to see what Dean found so hilarious, laughing all the while.
What he saw were his brother’s hands completely still, still hovering over his belly.
Dean hadn’t tickled him.
Sam’s laughter died down and his eyes widened once again, comically so.
The red coloring his face could give a cherry a run for its money.
He tried to bury his face in the crook of his arm, completely mortified.
Even the stoic angel of the lord had to laugh.
“Well that’s a noise I’ve never heard from you, Sam. I must say, it was quite endearing.” He smiled fondly, his voice dripping with sincerity.
“That’s so unfair!” Sam whined, his lips forming a pout.
Dean, feeling mildly bad, decided to sincerely give Sam the tickles he had been waiting for.
“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t resist! Ok, for real this time.”
He didn’t waste time with the count down, figuring he’d tortured Sam enough.
He dug claw shaped hands into Sam’s sensitive tummy, eliciting a loud squeal from his younger brother, followed by bright bubbly laughter.
“DEHEHEHEAN!!”
Dean relished in the sound of his little brother’s laughter; the sound pure and joyful.
Even Castiel found himself chuckling at the precious sounds.
“You know, Sam.. your laugh is really quite lovely.” Cas smiled, his voice filled with sincerity, earning a shy giggle from Sam.
“Hehe- nooooo!!”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
“No? Are you saying your laugh isn’t lovely, Sam? Well we’ve just gotta do something about that!”
As soon as Sam saw the spark in Dean’s eyes, he knew exactly what was coming.
“wait- nonono eEP!! DEHEHEHEE!!”
Dean had leaned down and started blowing sloppy wet raspberries all over Sam’s belly, knowing how much Sam always loved them.
Sam was cackling and kicking his long legs, tummy tingling in the most delightful way.
Their lives were without a doubt, very hard. But it was the little moments like this that made it all more bearable.
When Sam started wheezing, Dean and Cas took that as their queue to let up.
Sam lay panting on the couch, head still resting in Castiel’s lap, cheeks rosy and a tickle-happy smile glued to his face.
“You guys suhuhuck..” he giggled, the phantom tickles still lingering.
Dean laughed and ruffled his brothers hair.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that. I know you too well little brother.” He winked.
Sam sighed, relaxing even further when the angel started combing his fingers through the soft brown locks.
And so, the trio continued to enjoy their day off; the remainder of the day filled with even more laughter, all thanks to Dean’s need for mischief.