Inspired by Armygirl0604's story Daddy's Little Girl. I liked it so much I wanted to do one for Sammy :)
John Winchester's son is too sympathetic.
"What have I told you about sympathy, Sam?"
John's holding up the decapitated vamp head so Sam could get a better look.
Sam's face fell - maybe it was his stomach. "To not to."
John Winchester's son likes to read.
Hand Sam something as dry and wordy as Charles Dickens and he'd be curled up against one corner of the motel room.
Totally committed.
In under a minute.
Hand him something that looks remotely like a textbook and he'd dive right in, curled up in the back seat of the Impala.
Soaking in every formula.
Hand him something sappy? Dean tried that once. He was grinning ear to ear while presenting Sammy with Sandra Hill's Rough and Ready.
One look at the ripped abs of Torolf on the front cover and Sam had nearly thrown the book right back at Dean's head.
"What?" Dean asked, knowing exactly what. "It's a great book, Sam! I thought you liked to read."
John Winchester's son loves plaid.
It started out as a lumberjack look to impress a girl but the style stuck.
John Winchester's son really likes sour belts candies.
"Ugh," Dean shivered as he watched his little brother shove those multicolored sour belts into his mouth one after another. "I'm getting sick just watching you."
Sam held the paper bag filled with the belts out to his brother, talking with a full mouth, "you want one?"
Dean felt his mouth fill up with saliva, being able to taste all that sourness from where he sat. He shook his head. No way.
John Winchester's son hates licorice.
Sam fell into the motel couch beside Dean, rummaging through the snacks strewn across the coffee table as the movie started.
"Duude," he looked up at his older brother in disbelief, "where's the popcorn?"
Dean looked over. "I got you licorice. I know how much you like licorice."
Sam's eyebrows came together in a knot. "You like licorice, asshat!"
"That's what I said. We like licorice."
"It tastes like dirt."
"Oh," Dean mockingly waved his hands, "I'm sorry. I didn't quite get that Mr. Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches. Mr. I Need Protein, Dean."
"That doesn't make it any less disgusting, Dean."