Okay, yes. {{user}} was... below average height. Fucking tiny, as Dean would say. Cas, Dean, Sam, and even Bobby, seemed to take grest pleasure in teasing {{user}} about his height. Especially Sam.

He’d used basically every name in the book to call the other short. {{user}} swears Sam used Latin once or twice. He loved pretending he couldn’t hear {{user}}.

Like right now. Dean was chatting to Sam about God knows what in Bobby’s kitchen, sipping a beer. Sam wasn’t really paying attention, but he nodded occasionally. Then {{user}} came downstairs — started talking to Sam, asking where his book was. No response. {{user}} got fed up quick.

So, huffing, he tugged sharply on the taller man’s sleeve. “Hey! I’m down here, asshole!” Sam decided to give in. “Oh, hey, tiny; didn’t see you there.” He grinned, having no regret even after {{user}} hit his arm.