Just a random drabble written for a friend. Nothing special.
"Wha- what am I supposed to do now? " Andy's staring at them both with incredulous disbelief.
Dean takes one look at the plaintive fear on the kid's face, glances at his watch, then at Sam, and grins.
"I have a suggestion," he says, holding up a finger.
"This is abuse of power," Sam hisses, trailing behind his brother and Andy, face curled into an unimpressed pout. "I can't believe you guy are serious about this. What is wrong with you?"
"Booze ain't cheap," Dean shrugs, turning to flash Sam a grin before choosing a seat at the bar. Andy's already reached it and he's flashing a grin at the bartender behind the counter. She nods and heads in their direction with a tired what'll it be?
"How about you give us that bottle of tequila there?" Andy asks, smooth and irresistible.
"Sure thing," she responds automatically with a nod. She retrieves the bottle in question and plunks it down on the bar in front of Andy. "It's on the house. You need anything else?"
"Three shot glasses," he responds, twisting off the cap and even from two stools down, Sam can smell the pungent tang of liquor. He scowls darkly.
"Two shot glasses," Sam amends quickly before the bartender can fulfill the request. Andy and Dean might not have any qualms about obtaining free booze, but Sam's not of the same mindset. Somewhere he feels like even as small of an allowance like this could be the first pebble of an inevitable rock slide. He doesn't know what he's supposed to become, or if he even will, but a few free shots is definitely not a risk Sam's willing to take if it meant that he might go dark side.
"What the hell, Sam?" Dean's asking, screwing up his face. "Are you seriously that much of a pussy, can't take a little tequila?"
"No," Sam says, trying to cover. "I'd just rather have Jack."
He lifts his hand and orders himself few shots of whiskey. Dean grins and slaps him on the back murmuring, "Atta boy, Sammy."
Sam waits until Dean's turned back to his own booze before he pays the bartender for his shots. He slips her a tip big enough to pay for the tequila. It just makes him feel better, that's all.