Sam and Dean Get TangledDean scowled as he inched his way higher up the tower, his muscles aching.More Like This
"I hate that damn Trickster," he muttered.
Glancing back to check on his brother's progress, he saw the ground was further away than he thought. He whipped his head back, feeling a little dizzy.
"You alright?" Sam called.
"I'm fine!" Dean growled, hauling himself up further. He could see the window just out of reach. After another minute of scrambling up the side of the tower, Dean finally managed to grab onto the window sill and drag himself up to it. He tumbled none too gracefully onto the floor on the other side.
He leaned out of the window and looked down to his brother, still climbing. Sam glared at him and Dean smirked.
"Hurry up, old man!"
"Funny. I thought you were the old man."
Dean tossed Sam a sarcastic eye roll before looking around the room. There were paintings covering every inch of the pink walls, golden haired girls and flowers and... Dean sighed.
"I really hate that damn Trickster."