The Runt of the Litter

Running Interference

Note: hey my lovelies

i hath returned for another update, on time this week ;)

my chronic pain is like nonstop now, which is a fun development. but i feel weirdly optimistic today, so we're going with it. any excuse to smile for a minute, right?

anyway, i'm still working on about a million partly written fics for these characters, and i still haven't finished any of those. instead i wrote this today, completely from scratch. 

it's rather sibling-y, and idk what prompted it except maybe the fact that i have eight siblings and all of them are the most sibling people on the planet and i can't put that any other way. plus i love it when sam and dean act like brothers and annoy the crap out of each other. one of my favorite things ngl. right up there with "sammy" and "my 'people skills' are 'rusty'"

anna is two, sam is seventeen, and dean is twenty-one

Running Interference

Sam felt a wad of wet paper hit him in the back of the head for the fifth time in a minute, and he slammed his pencil down. He'd reached his limit.

"Dean!" he snapped and turned in his chair until he could glare at Dean's stupid, grinning face. "Quit it. Seriously."

Dean smirked, "I don't know what you're riled about, Sammy." He was loading another wad of paper into the little tube he'd made for himself as he spoke, though. He brought it to his mouth, and Sam jumped out of his chair and made for the bed. Dean laughed, "Come on, man. Lighten up."

Sam did not lighten up. He said, "How about you grow up? I'm trying to do my homework."

"Yeah, exactly. You're being a stick in the mud. We could be out watchin' a movie or shootin' pool. And instead, you're boring me out of my mind." Dean swung his legs over the side of the bed, abandoning his spit balls in favor of leveling with his little brother. "Come on, man. This is our day without the Rugrat, and without Dad."

"Dean," Sam sighed. "It doesn't matter if Dad's not here, because if I don't do my homework while he's gone, then I won't get it done at all. Cause the minute he gets back, he's gonna act like he gave us a three week vacation and make us work twelve times as hard for the next month."

Dean couldn't deny the truth of that, but he still gave Sam a sour look. He reached toward his project, but Sam was quick to smack his hand away.

"Just knock it off," the kid demanded.

Dean snorted. There was something so timelessly amusing about pissing Sammy off. He bit his lip to dampen his shit-eating grin as Sam glared at him. "No way, Sammy. I'm not gonna sit here and watch you give yourself an ulcer all night. I mean, seriously, when was the last time you got laid?"

"Dean!" Sam reprimanded, cheeks flushing. He moved purposefully back to his seat at the table, then thought better of it and moved to the adjacent seat. At least he'd be able to see Dean in his peripherals now.

Dean chuckled and ran a hand over his short hair, mussing it unintentionally. "Dude, it's like two weeks til Summer vacation, and we're probably leaving town in the next few days. Give it a rest with the school crap." The room was stuffy and humid, making him sweat despite the fact he'd been sitting in bed half the day. He could feel his annoyance growing, which only made him want to get to Sam even more. "Look, your virtue can stay in tact, alright? We'll just go catch a flick."

"Dad's gonna be back soon," Sam reminded his brother. He had the tip of his pencil resting against his homework sheet.

"Doesn't matter," Dean insisted. "It's all the more reason to go out and have some fun for once. He said we could have the night off."