A/N: Just a thought that popped into my head. I've been wanting to try my hand at a drabble fic (though this one is 105 words…just over) because when they're well done, they're so effective. I guess…I hope this is well done? ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, sniffle sniffle, weep weep.
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Yes, sir. No, sir. Right away, sir.
He can't remember exactly when he first started to hate it, the head-down, knuckling under…the blind submission to the barked commands.
He can't remember when, but he can remember why—it was because whenever Sam saw Dean obey without question, his older brother somehow looked smaller.
Sam can't bear to be small. To be small is to be weak, to be vulnerable, and these are all the things that Dean isn't and shouldn't be, and all the things that Sam doesn't want to be.
He won't be small. Not even for his father.
Especially not for his father.