Sam huffed, before going back to the bed, are all brothers’ this annoying? Or did I get a special one? He starred at the wall, trying to think of a way he could get even with his brother.
Just then, their dad came in, he strode over to the first bed, gruffly throwing his duffle down, while sliding another out from under it.
“Where’s your brother?” He threw a few different things back and forth between bags, not bothering to look up.
“H-he’s in the shower,” Sammy watched his father in part fascination, part worry.
John zipped one of the bags closed before tossing the other one back to the floor, kicking it back under the bed.
“Is everything okay?” Sammy couldn’t tell if his dad was scared or pissed.
The eldest wretched the door open, pausing a moment to finally look at his son, “I leave in five minutes.”
With that, he was gone. Sammy blinked, did he want me to tell him? His eyes drifted back to the bathroom door, Dean did want to go… Sammy sat on the bed, torn. On the one hand, Dean seemed really excited to go on a hunt, on the other, hunting was dangerous. Sammy had seen how badly some hunts could go, and it was more often then not that they both had to play nurse to John afterward. He didn’t even say what he was hunting… His eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall. He sighed before getting back off the bed, knocking on the door.
“Don’t tell me you have to go again already!”
“No, Dean, I-”
“You really need to get that looked at!”
“Dean, stop, I’m-”
“Maybe when dad gets back he can take you to the doctor. That is not natural!”
Sammys’ hands balled into fists at his sides, “Dean!”
He stormed back into the bathroom, giving the shower curtain a death-glare.
“Sammy, what the hell?” A bottle of shampoo came flying out from behind the curtain, “Get out!”
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