He sighed, hanging his head lower, grip on the counter tightening, “I know.”
There was a moment of silence as the gears in his head turned, he couldn’t keep doing this – selling his body for money, it wasn’t right. Not only because of the obvious dangers both disease and otherwise – but more so because it wasn’t fair to his brother.
He was supposed to be taking care of him, not going out every night after he got back from school, only to come back at 3am reeking of cigar smoke and alcohol. He knew his brother wasn’t stupid either – Sammy knew he was doing something to earn the money he had, he just prayed he wasn’t quite smart enough to figure out exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it if he found out.
The blondes’ head whipped up and he saw his brother, holding out the ugly neon pink piggy bank he’d bought him last Christmas. His brows furrowed, “What are you-”
“Sammy, no, I can’t. It’s yours.”
The kid huffed out a breath, pushing it against his brothers’ chest hard, eyes shining with tears, “Take it!”
Dean blinked in surprise, eyeing his brother, “Sammy?”
His brothers’ bottom lip poked out and he hung his head, hair falling to cover his face, voice shaking, “Don’t… don’t go out tonight, De.”
Dean felt himself pale, oh, God, no. He sucked in a breath, “Sam, it’s okay. I’m-”
“No!” The five-year-old stomped his foot on the ground, lifting his eyes to his brother, tears streaming down his face, “You don’t need to anymore!” He shook the piggy bank, “Let me help!”
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