Sam wants the keys to the Impala. Dean wants to know why.
"May I take the keys to the Impala?" Sam asked nervously, hovering around the chair where his brother was reading. Dean looked up.
"Does this have anything to do with those weird books and papers for the past month?"
"Maybe. Look. Can I please have the keys to the Impala? I won't be gone long. I promise."
Dean frowned. "Tell me where you're going."
Sam looked unsure.
"What do you think I'm going to do? Yell at you? Probably, if it's something stupid. Where are you going?"
Sam shook his head.
"And you think I'm gonna let you drive the Impala. Nuh-uh. You're not leaving the bunker."
"Well, it's just that- as long as I only go part time- it's close and I could still work on cases- and it's not too much, I could work to make up the money- we aren't gonna be hunters forever, Dean-" Sam fell silent at his brother's look and Dean didn't know why he was suddenly getting a 17-year-old Sam talking to a 21-year-old Dean vibe.
"Kansas University law school?" Sam finished lamely.
Dean grinned and chucked the keys at his brother's head. "Go!"
Thought up early this morning. Probably because I, too, am doing college research. Wheee
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