Warnings: Minor Slash, wincest
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
A/N: Just a short oneshot about Sam & Dean and why no one is allowed to call him Sammy.
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With a wide smile upon her lips, the waitress finally turned towards Sam to take his order. Tugging some of her blonde hair behind her ear, she looked at the younger brother of the two Winchesters.
"What can I get for you?"
"Nothing, but thanks anyway." Sam said as he looked up towards her and shook his head politely.
"You sure?" The blonde girl asked, still smiling widely at him. The brunette male nodded and looked back towards his laptop, searching for some information on a new case.
"What's your name, sweetie?"
Sam looked up again and frowned. "Sam. And this is my brother Dean." Pointing at his brother who sat at the opposite side of the table.
"Oh, I know. Cute name Sammy." She replied, only barely looking at the older of the two, before she turned her attention back to Sam.
"It's Sam. Not Sammy." It came out a little harsher than he had meant, and the girl seemed a little taken back by his tone.
"Right. Err, I'll go get your order." The waitress said towards Dean and walked away quickly, her high heels ticking on the floor loudly.
About half an hour later the two brothers were seated in the black Impala, again hitting the road to another small town. Dean was behind the wheel, and Sam rested his head against the shoulder of his brother.
Dean softly hummed along with the song on the radio, staring out over the long dark road before them.
"You know, you were pretty rude against that girl." Dean said, looking over to face his little brother for a moment.
"No one can call me that." Sam muttered, his eyes still closed.
"I call you Sammy at least ten times a day." The sound of surprise coloring his voice. Sam opened his eyes at these words, smiling slightly.
"Exactly." Came the reply, before Sam planted a little kiss on Dean's lips. "Only you can call me that."