Sam Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _bitch) wrote, |
Sam wants to say several things there, things like that wasn’t even food or maybe my teachers, maybe I, give a damn about it or a million other things, but he can’t figure out how to make his voice work because he’s just that angry. And it’s different when he’s mad at Dean, because when it’s Dad he has so many things to be angry about, and with Dean all there is is the you’re doing what he tells you to and that means really it’s Dad’s fault, not Dean’s, so there’s no real way to express exactly what the problem is when the problem isn’t even here. So he just glares, instead, like he can maybe stare down his brother until he gets his own way (even though that never works, not with the glaring, anyway, not with Dean and not with Dad).
>"Dad said we're to stay here, so we're staying here...
“Then you stay here. I’m sick of this.” Of the stupid, stuffy motel rooms and the moving around so much, of the rules that never make sense, of the ongoing argument about it, of Dean’s insistence on following orders. Of all of it, everything.
>“...what the hell do you need more books for anyway?"
“For reading,” yeah, okay, obvious, “And learning. And maybe I could get more done if I'm somewhere that's quiet, instead of this,” and he waves a hand to encompass the whole room, with it’s buzzing air conditioner and it’s squeaking fan and the music playing and Dean, who’s apparently incapable of leaving him be for a freaking hour or two so he can write his stupid paper that he’ll probably never get to turn in.
He starts for the door, glare still in place and practically daring his brother to do something to prevent his exit.