Dean snorted, poking one finger into Seamus' stomach when the other boy lifted his shirt. "What god? Let me go look through my mum's mythology book. We'll find one that's pasty and straw headed. Is there a scarecrow god?"
He shot another look back at the rest of the kids and then laughed at Seamus. "Shut up! Say that any louder and we'll end up in dresses sitting around a blanket sipping imaginary tea with Abbie!" Which might have happened already a few times over the summer. In Dean's defense, he pretty much just draped his mom's dress over his clothes. It didn't actually fit anyway. And Abbie apparently had very strict ideas about dress codes at her tea parties, as well as mandatory attendance. At least he'd gotten her to upgrade to actual crackers to stand in for the leaf scones, now.
"Hey!" Dean tried to dodge, but Seamus had the jump on him, and he ended up with a blast of water to his face. Dean mopped up his face with one hand and then threw the towel at Seamus' head. He didn't tend to keep his wand on him in the house during the summer - too many little hands making grabs at his pockets. So Dean had to settle for the old fashioned revenge - mainly darting to the kitchen sink and pulling out the sprayer on the faucet, jamming a thumb over it as he twisted it on and shooting water in Seamus' direction. Cold water, to be exact.