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Sam Winchester (_bitch) wrote,

Seeing his father’s black truck sitting in the parking lot in front of their motel room sort of crushes the almost-decent mood he’d been building up to, because he knows exactly what he’s going to be walking in to, and he’d thought Dad was a day off yet, maybe at least six hours out, but apparently he wasn’t, or maybe he broke every speed limit known to man to get back, but now he’s going to be pissed off.

Sam shifts the bag of food in his arms a little to get his key from his pocket, listening to the sound of Dad’s voice yelling through the walls. He can’t hear most of the words, though some of it gets through clear enough - what's so damned difficult about just keeping an eye on Sam? - and by the time he’s got the door open it’s his brother speaking and there’s already a boiling fury starting to rise.

>"I don't know, Dad. Maybe if you treated him like an adult instead of..." Okay, sometimes Dean’s a pain in the ass, yeah, but he’s also still really awesome, other times. It doesn’t matter so much that Dad doesn’t listen to what he’s saying (it does matter, actually, just not in this way), it’s the fact that he even tries that makes Sam glad he decided to stop and get the dessert because once the oncoming fight ends, probably in John storming out like he always does, he’s totally going to have to thank his brother for that.

The fact that dad doesn’t listen, that he just talks over whatever Dean was going to keep going with and basically telling Dean how much he’s not living up to John’s impossible standards - that just makes him even more angry.

He ignores the warning look sent his way - when was he ever going to just stay quiet and hope John didn’t notice him? That’s not how Sam operates, so instead it’s him shoving the door open, stepping in and kicking it closed behind him, brushing past his father like he’s not even there except for the glare shot to the side in his direction, and dropping his armload of books that hadn’t fit in his backpack, setting the food down slightly more carefully, sliding the bag off his shoulders and down to the floor between the beds before he turns around.

Probably his entire posture is making it completely clear that he’s pissed off and ready to fight if it comes to that, even though he really sort of hopes it doesn’t go past the yelling ‘cause he’s already had enough of the fistfighting for one day.