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Sam Winchester (_bitch) wrote,

Opening the beer, he takes a small sip from it, makes a face. It’s better than burger aftertaste, a little better anyway, but it’s still not the best thing ever.

He almost know it’s coming before Dean says it, because he hears it all the time, and he gets it. He does. Staying in one place is one of the things he’s never going to get, never going to have, not as long as he’s doing this. As long as he’s with them.

>“Sam, dude, you're not going to be in school tomorrow; dad finishes this job, we'll be moving on somewhere else. You know how it works.”

“Yeah, I know.” Resigned, and halfway snarled, because he does know how it works, he gets it, he does. But it’d be nice if there was a little more warning before he’s going to be uprooted. A week, at least, to be prepared.

And, yeah, this was supposed to be an easy job, but still, that’s not the same as a direct warning that his time in this school or that one is going to end. No time to get his information transferred to wherever they’re going next, or set up correspondence courses. Things like that take time, and no one ever gives him enough.

It’s not Dean’s fault - he knows that, too. But Dean’s the only one here, and he’s the one telling him this again, always. Dean’s the one following Dad’s stupid orders mindlessly, not standing up for him to make them stay somewhere very long anymore.

So, yeah, Sam’s mad at him, whether it’s ultimately his fault or not.

>“Aren't you meant to be researching something, anyway? Jeekey-neekey-somethin' or others?”

“Jikininki,” he corrects absently, “And why don’t you do it? Or Dad? When we get wherever we’re going next, I’ll still probably have homework to do, more important things to do.” He knows that’s not going to go over well, because Dean’s like Dad as far as thinking the hunting is the most important thing ever, but he honestly doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to spend his free moments reading about monsters, to make his nightmares worse. More true-to-life.

So now when he dreams of things tearing him and his family apart limb from limb, he'll know what it looks like and the way it moves and the sounds it makes. No thank you.