Warnings/Notes: None; 100 words exactly
Dean Winchester leant back and tried not to bust his guts laughing as Sammy tripped over the puppy and landed on his ass. Sam, unconvinced by this display of brotherly restraint, shot him a glowering look as he rose to his feet, but any incipient tussle was quelled as their mother came out, bearing a plate of hotdogs and burgers which, she told her sons, were due to be barbecued by their father when he came back from his beer run.
Dean Winchester rolled over in his sleep, restless beneath the scratchy sheets of their latest motel. Dean Winchester dreamed.