"Can I have a bowl of fruit loops?" Dean asked. I raised an eyebrow and looked over the rim of my book.
"We don't have them, we only have Cheerios," I lied. Dean had eaten almost all of the fruit loops and I barely had any. I wanted a bowl full before they were gone.
"I saw some in the cupboard yesterday!" He whined. I closed my book.
"Watch some television, Dean," I mumbled.
"Sammy, I'm hungry," Dean cried and dropped to the floor. He was going to throw a tantrum.
"Listen, I want to have the last bowl of cereal, you've eaten all of it!" I shouted.
Dean clenched his fists and I rolled my eyes. We had an intense stare-down and I blinked first.
"Whatever," I mumbled. I unhappily made Dean the last of the fruit loops and gently put it on the table. He looked at it hesitantly.
"Have a bite," he informed me. I looked up, startled.
I slowly took a bite and Dean took the bowl and sat on the rooms couch. The motel room.
"When is Dad gonna be home?" Dean asked and flipped on the television.
I looked at the calendar. "No idea."
"It's been a week," Dean chomped happily away on his cereal.
"He's doing a hunt," I picked up my book and flipped to the page I was on.
"I think Dad is cool, saving people, hunting things," Dean said in between mouthfuls.
"The family business," we said together. Except his was cheerful and mine was exasperated. I had heard that catch phrase so many times.
Dean had fallen for our father's plans, I had not. I wanted to be something, rather than a hunter. I want a wife, and a house. I wanted to be normal.
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My Big Brother Sam (SPN A.U.)
أدب الهواةWould the world of Supernatural be that different if Sam were the older one? This takes points in both views of the boys and their journey so far.
