Damnit Sammy, why?
"Sammy, why didn't you wake me up? Bobby's gonna have my ass on a platter!" I shouted as I came down the stairs trying to put my boots on and not test gravity at the same time.
"Well Dean, for one: I was up till 3 am studying. Two: You are apparently the adult in this family. Three: I did, thrice and you threw your alarm clock at my head...well, you tried to at least" says my annoyingly punctual little brother, casually eating a bowel of cereal.
"Whatever Sammy. Just get your things okay so we can go" I say, grabbing coffee and the keys to Baby.
"Dude, I have literally been waiting on your ass for 30 minutes" he says, grabbing his shoulder bag, running a hand through his long, shaggy hair.
(Fast forward to school)
School bell rings
"Okay Sammy. You gotta jump. Text me when I need to pick you up" I say, trying to calm my nerves my changing the cassette in my Baby. A 1967 Chevy Impala with original leather and all round baddass air to her.
"Dude. You gotta come for the parent-teacher thing tonight...since you're officially my guardian and all" Sam says, showing me his resting bitchface as he sarcastically emphasizes the 'guardian' title.
Face palming myself for being so stupid: "Shit. Yeah, okay. At 6?"
"Yeah, I'll see you at six. Say hi to Bobby for me" He says before slamming Baby's door and running to beat the second bell.
"HEY. BE CAREFUL!" I yell before tearing out of the parking lot.
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Our Little Condition
Fanfiction"Damnit" growled Dean as he wiped sweat from his brow. He never thought having to restrain himself from Cas would be this hard...
