They call me the Anti-Christ

It was a rainy Thursday and the Winchester Three, plus one, were shacking up at a motel somewhere between the middle of nowhere and the end of the world. There wasn't a case they were actively working on, so Sam sent his twin off to help Dean with another one of his "dying wishes".

Which left him and Madison alone in their room while the rain was falling outside.

"Sam!" Madison laughed, trying to squirm away as his long arms wrapped around her, tickling her in all the good spots. "Stop!"

"What?" He grinned, stopping the tickling for a moment to pin Madison on the bed under him, draping his body over her. "I thought you said you weren't ticklish, and I wanted proof. So instead I just proved you are a liar."

"I'm not ticklish. Your hands are cold."

"Madison is a LI-AR," Sam teased, going back to tickling her, making her squirm as he kissed her bare shoulder. She turned and suddenly her hand was in a spot that stopped him from moving at all.

"Now what were you saying?" she asked, smirking a bit as she gave him a squeeze.

"Madison is the most beautiful person in the world and I love her."

"That's better," Madison said with a smirk, letting her hand open before she looked up at him. "Now, can you think of something better to do during our free afternoon away from your brother?"

"I think I have an idea or three." He returned the smirk, leaning down to kiss her lips.

"And no more tickling."

"No more tickling."