Sam Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _bitch) wrote, |
Sam’s glad he cut that off, rolls his eyes even though Dean doesn’t ever get to finish, because, seriously? For all that his brother calls him a dork all the time, he’s the one making the stupid movie references all the time. At least the things Sam makes references to require half a brain to understand most of the time (and the ones that don’t are totally Dean’s fault anyway, ‘cause he’s a bad influence; Sam’s sort of grown up on crappy tv and stupid movies). He ignores the look shot his way - it’s not an unreasonable suggestion, not really. Sure, Dean sucks at sitting still long enough to do any sort of research thoroughly, but he’s not incapable. He just likes to make them think he is so he can get out of the work and pile it all on Sam. As if he doesn’t have enough to do.
Dean’s laughing at him, then, and, okay, that sort of pisses him off. It shouldn’t - he should know by now not to expect Dean to ever take him seriously about this sort of thing, about anything - "Yeah right. Good one, Sammy. 'More important things'. Hah,” - but it does, and he shuts the laptop with a little more force than necessary (though still being careful not to damage it, because they won’t get another one if it breaks, probably), sliding off the bed and unplugging the computer, shoving it in his book bag. The library’s still open for another three or four hours - and at least there he’ll have some peace and quiet, because there’s no way Dean’s going to follow him there just to bother him. Even if he tries, he’d have to be quiet, and he’d probably end up going stir crazy or being kicked out in five minutes flat.
>...seriously. How do we kill them?"
He grabs his textbook and shoves it in the book bag, too. “I don’t know,” he lies (they can’t be killed, not really, it takes some kind of prayer ritual, an offering of some kind, by someone who hasn’t ever dishonored their family - that’s never going to be him, and he’s still not sure how screwed up they are that the fact that he values his academic career and his future more than shooting things in the face makes him the rebellious child, the one who’s ‘dishonorable’ in comparison), “And I don’t care.” That’s not a lie, not really. He doesn’t care - especially not right now.
Right now, he just wants out. Out of this room, out of this life, maybe even out of this family.