HOPE OVER EXPECTATION
WOW: drink. Sam reflects that John didn't always get things right ...
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"Is Dean gonna die?"
Staring, watery-eyed, at his father's grim face, Sam whimpered at the pained sounds emanating from behind the closed bathroom door of his ten-year-old brother's groaning and retching.
"Nah," John snorted; "he just found my bottle of Jack an' helped himself."
He patted Sam's head; "he'll be fine once he's slept it off, you'll see. This'll teach him a good lesson about drinking."
Twenty five years later.
Sam watched Dean stagger in from a night on the town.
"Night Shammy," he slurred, letting loose a mighty belch.
Sam sighed and glanced up to heaven; "you were saying, Dad?"
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