 bubblesquirt 2008-01-31 . chapter 1>It amazed him how long Sam had managed to stay in the realm of childhood, that magical time of carefree bliss that had eluded him since the age of five.
-So true.
>“It is,” the younger boy admitted before flashing his brother another thousand-megawatt grin.
-Too cute!
>Instantly, Dean drew in his bottom lip.
>“No, I believe it was, ‘Get your ** out here, I’m leaving without you,’ this morning. Which is kind of funny if you think about it, you know, since the whole point was to take me to school.”
-I couldn't stop laughing at this.
>“Going out,” he articulates after what seems like forever, bluntly repeating what the younger said with little to no emotion.
-You write Dean scary good!!
>“Tradition,” Sam snorts, receiving a hard stare from his brother. “I’d hardly call lying around the house every year tradition. Unless you want to talk about Dad bailing on us every year, now that is tradition.” Silence. “Don’t worry about it.”
-Gasp. What??
>"What, that I have friends?” Sam snaps. “Every year is the same thing, man. I’m sixteen now. Don’t I deserve to have a good birthday for once in my life?” The moment after the words leave his mouth, Sam instantly feels guilty, a feeling which is amplified when he steals a look at his brother’s face. **.
-Ok double gasp. I canNOT believe Sam! Damn hormonal teenagers...
>“Do you want me to drop you off somewhere, or…” his voice sounds deeper than usual, offering his brother the same tone he uses with strangers on the street, guarded and chilled.
>“So are you going to tell me where, or…” Dean prompts slowly, condescendingly.
“Dean,” Sam closes his eyes, anger rising. He hates it when his brother gets like this, talking down on him like he’s a little kid.
-So good.
>“Yeah,” Sam acknowledges, eyes firmly planted on the floor.
>“What does it look like?” Dean scoffs, unsure if his brother is subtly insulting his wrapping job or is simply that slow. “It’s your present, **.” Sam glances up at him, mouth slightly agape.
>“Yeah, it is,” Dean smiles nervously. “To the Impala.” Sam’s jaw finishes the drop to the floor at this, his eyes growing to twice their normal size as he meets Dean’s questioningly.
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