"You're my brat." He answered back cheerfully and smiled when Sam closed his eyes. He pulled his brother back against his chest, resting Sam's head on Dean's shoulder. "Yeah, like that. Be still, now. No peeking."

He reached over to the cooler and pulled out a couple items, then one from the takeout bag. This? This was about to be the mother of all sap. Sam damn well better not make fun, or Dean would find a nice, cold lake to dump him into.

A minute later, Dean had a fresh strawberry dipped in chocolate sauce pressed to Sam's lips.