A/N: 122 words, so a little long to be a perfect drabble. But the muse spoke, and here we go.
Review, maybe? ;)
It always starts the same way, with Sam going on about honors projects and sports meets and parent-teacher conferences and all that crap.
It always ends the same way, too, with Dad gritting out (sometimes between curse words, sometimes between sips of Jack), "So what the hell do you want, Sam?"
And off Sam goes—he wants a girlfriend, he wants to finish out the school year, he wants to stop wearing Dean's hand-me downs, he wants a freaking life, Dad.
Dean always holds his breath when Dad asks that question, only lets it out when Sam's finished his little tirade.
Because Dean's afraid. Afraid that one day, Dad will ask what the hell Sam wants—
And Sam will know the answer.