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Sam Winchester (_bitch) wrote,

Sam just makes a face at Dean’s retort (and does he have to talk with food in his mouth? Seriously? It’s disgusting, and he doesn’t think he did it when he was little, so seriously, come on), doesn’t bother with the usual jerk comeback because he’s not in the mood for games.

There’s about a minute of quiet (if quiet includes Dean chewing and making sick slimy noises while he practically inhales his food and Sam’s, but around here, yeah, that’s relatively quiet), and he’s gotten his mind back on what he’s supposed to be doing, and then there’s the sound of the radio, a burst of noise and voices and static that predictably turns into classic rock in a few moments, and he lets his head fall back against the headboard in frustration.

Dean leaves the room then, and he contemplates turning it off, but he dismisses the idea before it’s really a fully-formed idea at all, because all that’s going to do is make Dean turn it back on louder than it is now, and probably piss him off. Better to try to ignore it, or talk some sense into him if he wants to deal with bickering about it for forever.

Dean comes back then, sits on Sam’s bed, and he shoots his brother a mildly annoyed look that fades slightly when he notices that Dean’s brought out two beers. While Dad’s around, drinking alcohol is reserved for special occasions or if they’re patching up his injuries and he needs to be slightly less aware of his surroundings for a while. When Dad’s gone, though, it’s one of the few rules that gets broken.

>“So. What'cha doing?”

Sam takes the offered bottle and points vaguely in the direction of the laptop screen. “Working on a paper for school that’s due tomorrow.”