say you won't let go, sam winchester [ 4 ]

055. hunting with kids

"And details matter, all right?" Sam tells the hunters. Carly sits on the table he's sitting on, doodling in her history book. "I know homework sucks, but get it down-- all of it. The more we know, the better we are, so..." He looks back when he hears footsteps and stands up when he sees Dean.

"Uh... everybody good? Any questions?" Sam asks the hunters. "Okay. Let's get to work." They all go off to do whatever they need to.

"You kids have fun out there." Dean says.

"Don't even say it." Sam warns his brother. He glances down at Carly's history book. "Hey, actually try to do something in there. You know, answer a question or two." He orders.

Carly silently mocks him, her face scrunched up in annoyance.

"Hey." Sam tugs on her braided pigtail. "I can see you, smarty pants."

"Oh. Usually you just immediately walk away." Carly sheepishly smiles.

"Work." Sam orders, walking away. Carly waits for him to turn his back before rolling her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes." He calls back making Carly's jaw fall slack a bit.

"What? No, it's good. It's got, like, a very camp counselor vibe to it. Just need to get you a whistle." Dean says.

"Here you go, chief." Wyatt walks up, holding out a sandwich to his dad.

"I--" Sam sighs.

"Aww... even got your son calling you that now? Jeez, Sammy." Dean remarks.

"I-- no. I don't tell him to. I tell him to do the exact opposite, my name is dad." Sam says, taking the plate from his child.

"But calling you chief makes you get that really annoyed look. It's funny." Wyatt smiles.

"Okay." Sam rolls his eyes.

"Mom wants me to tell you that she said that you have to eat the whole sandwich or she'll ground you." Wyatt tells his dad.

"Great. Yeah." Sam nods.

"What can she ground you from? You don't have toys or watch TV or anything." Wyatt frowns.

Dean snorts into his coffee.

"Your daddy has different kinds of toys." Dean mutters.

"Wh-- Dean." Sam scolds, shoving his brother. "It-- she can ground me from... you know, salad and-- and eating healthy."

"Oh." Wyatt mumbles. "Maybe we should let her ground you. You might be more fun."

"No. No, trust me, I would not be more fun." Sam shakes his head. "You go-- go to some schoolwork. Go sit with your sister. No fighting."

"Aw, man." Wyatt whines, going into the library.

"What is that?" Dean asks, hearing a phone constantly chime.

"It's nothing. It's just..." Sam pulls his phone out. "Hunter check-ins." He says, the two walking to the kitchen.

"Check-ins?" Dean asks.

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"That's adorable." Dean says.

Miranda looks up when the two brothers enter the kitchen. She frowns when she notices the full sandwich on Sam's plate.

"Hey. Eat that. Did Wyatt not tell you my threat?" Miranda asks.

"No, no, he-- he did. Trust me." Sam says. "I just-- I don't really have an extra hand right now." He says, putting the plate on the table so he can get more coffee.