Disclaimer: If I owned Sam and Dean I would have much better things to do with my free time. Trust me.

Puppy Dog Tails

What a pain in the ass. And not just sometimes, either. He's like this constant, stalking midget that I have to take care of even though he back talks every other second.

"Ow! Dean," the kid whined when I poured hydrogen peroxide on his wound.

"Shut up you brat," I ordered, still annoyed. "This is your fault." We told him to stay in the car. We told him that it was dangerous, and not to move from that spot. But he never listens. The spirit had knocked Dad down, but I was taking care of it. And even if I wasn't…

Throwing a rock did not help. Except to draw the creature to my little brother.

That was a mistake, as I then proceeded to pelt the thing with holy water.

So now I've got a sore and bitching Sammy to deal with in a dirty motel while dad salts and burns some bastard's bones. I should be out there helping him. At 11 this kid should know how to mind.

Or at least bandage his own goddamn cuts.

Sammy bit his lip as I patched up the gash in his leg. It was about four inches long, but it was shallow and I didn't need to stitch it. He'd be fine.

The baby.

"Just one more pour," I informed him, tipping up the bottle. We always kept about four in the backseat, just in case. There is no way the fluid actually hurt him, he just wanted me to think it did.

The liquid rushed on to his leg, then on to me when he kicked my chin.

I fell backwards, the bottle flying out of my hand and spraying everywhere. I stared at my little brother in shock.

"Sorry," he said, shrugging. "It was a reflex."

I narrowed my eyes at him as the peroxide began to foam in the dirty places on my clothing. "Reflex huh?"

Sam nodded. "Like when a doctor taps your knee."

"You've never been to a doctor."

"But I still know what happens when you go to one. I watch TV, what do you think I do when you and dad are gone?"

I pushed myself off the ground. Honestly, I hadn't thought about it.

"Think up ways to annoy the hell out of me."

"Only on Tuesdays."

I knelt down in front of him again, a little wearier this time. I wrapped the gauze around his leg slowly, and he hissed a few times. At least he didn't cry, I might have been tempted to make him sleep outside if he had.

"Hey Dean?" Sammy said, twiddling with a loose string on his shirt.

Aw crap, I recognized that tone of voice. The kid was going to start talking about his feelings.

I always knew he should have been a girl.

"What is it?" I asked with an exasperated sigh. I would listen, but I wouldn't like it.

"I just wanted to let you know that someday, I'm gonna be taller than you."

The side of my mouth quirked.

"In your dreams."

He then proceeded to leap off the chair and tackle me.

Maybe he wasn't all bad.


A/N: My first "Supernatural" fic. I absolutely adore feedback, so let me know what you think.