I wrote this a while ago for a creative writing class; the prompt was to write an argument. Anyway I just realized I never posted this here... that added with the fact that I havent posted anything in a while (To those of you who care, I'm sooooo sorry, I promise fics are in the works, school is just killing me. Yes. Summer school. I'm a nerd who wants to graduate early), and I figured this would sort of... let people know I was alive.

Sam paced the room, grabbing his clothes and books, stuffing them haphazardly into his old green duffel bag.

"Sam, do you really –"

"We've been through this."

"Yeah, but –"

"We're not going through it again."

"You're not listening."

Sam threw his bag down, turning on his older brother. "Why should I bother listening? It's done. We're done. I'm leaving."

"But Dad –"

Sam laughed. "Dad? Don't you dare bring him into this. He doesn't care, Dean. I've known that for a while."

"You know that's not true." Dean said.

"Dude, if he cared he'd be happy for me."

"He's just worried about you. He doesn't want you to leave us. He wants to –"

"To what? Protect me?" Sam laughed. "I thought that was your job."

"It is."

"Is that why you don't want me to go either? You just want to hold on, force me into this stupid life? Force me to give up everything that's important to me?"

Dean's face darkened. "I guess we just assumed family was important to you."

"Dean, don't try to pull this guilt trip shit. I've sacrificed so much for this goddamn family –"

"Sacrificed? Sacrificed? What the hell do you think you've sacrificed? Everything is always about you, isn't it? You don't care that dad and I have given up everything to keep you safe, to help you get through school –"

Sam scoffed. "It all seems kinda moot now that you're asking me to give up college. I got into Stanford, Dean. I got a full ride. You wanna tell me how important family is to you? How about you start acting like my brother and be happy for me, be proud of me, something."

"Of course I'm proud, Sammy, that's not what I'm saying."

"Yes it is! From over here, that is exactly what it sounds like you're saying."

"No, I'm saying you need to at least pretend like you're related to me. Pretend like the last eighteen years happened."

"Christ, Dean! Stop making this about you!"

"I'm not making this about anything, Sam! You're the one who's leaving!"

"There you go again, making that sound so permanent. All I'm doing is going to school; I'm just trying to educate myself, maybe even become a lawyer. Just because you and Dad think getting a GED is good enough, doesn't mean I need to think that too. I'm not leaving forever, you could even drive up and see me."

"Yeah." Dean muttered. "Like you'd want to see me. You're the one leaving, remember?"

Sam glared. "Dad was the one who said if I left not to come back."

"Yeah." Dean said. "And what did you do? You left."

"You know what, Dean? Leave me the hell alone." He grabbed his bag and shouldered his way out the door. "Call me when you grow up."

The only car in the lot was his brother's, and Sam resisted the urge to kick it as he walked down the drive, waiting until the surrounding forest swallowed him up before sticking out his thumb and hoping for a ride. In his head he played their fight over and over, trying to see his brother's perspective, but he just couldn't. He couldn't understand how Dean could just throw his life away in a blind obedience to his father. His phone felt heavy in his pocket, and part of him hoped his brother would call, but as he adjusted the strap of his bag he knew Dean wouldn't.

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