Sam Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _bitch) wrote, |
>>“Don't change the subject, and don't try and be cute either. You had orders, boy.”
Sam shrugs his father’s hands off him, practically snarling as he takes a step back (not much more room to go any further, though, because there’s the bed there and the nightstand between the two beds just to the side of him, and he wishes he’d thought to get himself out of the corner before this actually started, because the last thing he wants is for this to turn properly physical with him pinned back here like this).
>“Dad, maybe...”
>>“No, Dean. I've had it Up. To. Here with your brother's attitude. He was supposed to stay put and keep researching."
And Sam’s had it up to whatever vague height is being indicated with the way Dad keeps cutting Dean off and acting like he’s not even hearing him there and with the constant stupid orders like they’re soldiers and not sons, and the unending research when nine times out of ten he’s got other things to be working on and nine times out of ten all he gets for his work is another collection of vivid imagery for his nightmares.
“I did your stupid research, okay?” He grabs one of the books and sort of waves it at his dad a little, like making him see it’s there, “I needed more books, anyway. I went to the diner, and to the library, it’s not like I was off wandering around in the woods like some idiot kid or anything!” And, okay, the post office, but he’s not mentioning that. It doesn’t matter, anyway - that was on the way to the diner from the library, and he only stopped for like a minute. Whatever.