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Dean Winchester (_jerk) wrote,

Sam's not the only one who can glare; once the words run out, as they inevitably do either due to his lack of eloquence or to neither of them wanting to make the transition from unspoken to direct there comes the staring contest. It's been this way since back in the dim distant days where Dean was the tall as well as the big brother – Sam crossing his arms and pouting, petulant and sulky and stopping just sort of saying something, Dean looking at him sidelong, wry and weary and daring him to go there. As he is now, having slid the gun into his trousers and gotten to his feet. Except back then he'd have ended up laughing and telling Sam to stop being an idiot and promising things would stop being lame, and now he's pretty damn sure grinning and promising his kid brother an ice-cream if he stops acting up isn't going to count for squat. So they'll stick to the glaring and let the argument keep simmering until one or other reaches boiling point.

… except today it's not just Sam who's sick of this, although Dean's 'this' is probably a different manner of beast. Because he's okay with the motel rooms and the moving around, with following orders and running scams and never going to college or holding down a job or anything solid. He's fine with that, because the things that matter stay the same. The bit that's wearing him thin is knowing that's going to change because Sam can't allow himself to be content with that. And so he's the one who backs down first, shaking his head, clearing his throat and gritting his teeth before speaking because he shouldn't have to ask; Dad's given him this one lousy job – hold the fort, keep Sam safe – and he can't even do that without having to ask for help. Pathetic, really. No wonder he's not allowed to go hunting yet.

“... seriously, would it kill you not to act like a whiny bitch for one freakin' day? I'm the one who's going to get it in the neck when this is all over and the old man finds out that you're disobeying orders again. Just... call it a personal favour or whatever. I'd appreciate it.”

He stops short of saying 'please', but doesn't feel any less gay for the ommission.