A/N- Hello. This is my second ever fanfiction, my first ever supernatural fanfiction. I always saw Sam as an incredibly stroppy teenager so this idea came into my head. I hope you guys like it. Please review :) You taking the time to review always makes me happy :) Sam is 13 and Dean is 17. They are in Colorado. Also, I live in the UK and went to America once when I was 5 so I really don't know much about the US, but I hope I did anything mentioning American life ect, right :) Also if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes just let me know. Also, their thoughts are written in italics, or if they are mimicking someone in a childish voice :)

Disclaimer- I don't own these characters, unfortunately.

"Come on Dean!"

"I said no Sam."

"It's just for 3 god damn hours! You're so unfair!" Sam shouted, kicking the table

"Don't kick the table, Sammy. We can't afford to replace it"

"'Don't kick the table, Sammy'" Sam mimicked Dean in a silly voice. "God, why do you try to boss me about like Dad? Be your own person for once! And it's SAM!"

"Fine, Sam, you know I can't let you go. Firstly, I don't enough money for you to go to the movies. Secondly, Dad said we weren't to leave the room."

"But Dad won't know that I would have gone. He's not back until tomorrow. Please Dean; it's my friend's birthday and the movies are 5 minutes down the road. I don't want to be the freak in the school again. Pllleeeease" Sam begged, using his puppy dog eyes he knew worked.

Dean sighed. Dammit, why did Sam have to argue with everything? "Fine, but you had better be back by 11. I don't care if you have to leave early, you be back at 11"

"Thanks Dean, you're the best!" Sam said, knowing that it would get Dean on his good side. "Can I have some money?"

Dean sighed, pulling out his lunch money for tomorrow and pizza money for tonight. He'll just have to go hungry tomorrow. "$5's enough?"

"Yup" Sam said, snatching the money, and running out of the motel room grabbing his jacket on the way

"Have-" Dean called and the door slammed shut "-fun" Dean finished the sentence with a mumble. Ever since Sam had turned 13, he had gotten moody and really argumentative. Sam and Dad would have an argument almost every other day, and Dean would have to pick up the pieces and occasionally have to stand in-between them and act as a buffer.

Dean flopped down onto the couch and flicked through the channels on the TV. Choosing the least crappy movie he settled in, knowing he would actually be watching the clock over the door until Sam came home.

11:10 and Sam still wasn't home. "Where the fuck are you Sam?" Dean mumbled to himself, pacing the floor like he had been for the last 20 minutes. He heard keys at the door and saw Sam waltz in. "Do you know how late you are!" Dean shouted

"I'm like 10 minutes late dude!" Sam shouted back glancing up at the clock. Geez, Dean could be such a worrier.

"And I said you needed to be back by 11! I thought something could have happened to you!"

"Well it didn't so could you just calm down dude?"

Dean took a couple of deep, calming breaths "Was it good?"

"Oh, yeah it was awesome! We watched Mission Impossible"

"Glad you had fun, now go to bed bitch"

Sam rolled his eyes, why was he treated like a baby. But he decided not to push Dean tonight. He didn't like it when Dean was upset or mad at him. "Jerk" He responded and headed towards his bed.

Dean smiled at their usual banter, and laid the salt lines for the night. He glanced over at the now sleeping Sam. Damn, he could go to sleep fast. He smiled at the relaxed face that he hardly ever got see, it was always screwed up in anger because he was always 'misunderstood' or some crap like that. Dean could have sworn that he wasn't this much of a dick when he was 13. Crawling into his bed, he whispered "goodnight" to Sammy, drifting into his usual half sleep.