Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. I make no profit from this. Supernatural created by Eric Kripke.
Author's Note: I've got ninety-nine fandoms and SPN ain't one. Until now.
Dean likes women, okay? He likes being around them. He likes talking to them. He likes making out with them, too, but his little brother has to follow him now, and that's a total deal breaker for girls he had no trouble talking to before.
He's a little frustrated, okay?
Sam is just a ball of lip. He gives him lip about his job (or lack thereof, as Sam has grumbled about on more than one occasion), their father, their mother, their car, their music, their residence (again, lack thereof), and every other damn thing under the damn sun.
Dean is very annoyed.
Sam is sitting in the car, now. He's scowling, as usual. He's probably cursing at Dean in his head.
Dean continues lamenting the state of his life until the store clerk snaps his fingers in front of Dean's face. Dean blinks twice, before realizing that he has to pay.
As he leaves the store, Dean prepares for another speech from Sam about Dean's aloofness and their shitty car. He rolls his eyes as he leans down into the car, waiting for the inevitable scolding.
Five minutes pass as Dean sits in the car and Sam says nothing. Dean is enjoying his convenience store beef jerky and the silence.
Silence?
Dean turns toward Sam, jerky hanging halfway out of his mouth, and squints his eyes.
"Sammy, you all right?" Dean says with a bewildered look on his face.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah." Sam says, not even bothering to remind Dean not to call him Sammy.
"You sure?" Dean asks again.
"I...guess. I...I was just thinking about Jessica." He says, scowling again.
Jessica, who knew nothing of what Sam did and died for it anyway.
"Oh." Dean says, softening a little and swallowing the beef jerky.
Dean doesn't say anything else. He starts the car, and pulls out of the parking lot.
Sam can be a bit of an annoying little shit sometimes, but he's been out of this life for a long time. He needs to adjust and Dean will let him, no matter how much snark it takes.
Dean thinks like this for a half hour. Then, Sam complains that Dean didn't get him any beef jerky, and Dean is back to wanting to kick his kid brother with a shit personality out of the damn car.