Summary:Five year old Sammy wants something and Dean tells his brother that he isn't gonna get it. "I want a kitty and I want one now." "Well kiddo, you're not getting one." A short drabble. Weechesters.
"Dean?" asked five year old Sam.
"Yeah?" answered his nine year old brother. "What is it this time?"
The two boys and their father were staying at Bobby Singer's house. John and Bobby were out on a hunt that evening while the two boys were sitting in living room, immersed in different activities.
Sam was drawing a picture of his family and the Impala, or the 'Pala as he affectionately called the car. Meanwhile, Dean was flicking through the channels on the old television set.
"I want a kitty!"
Dean's nose scrunched up in disgust. "You don't want one, Sammy", he said with a shudder. "They're annoying little balls of fur and I don't like 'em."
Sam glared at the older Winchester. "I want a kitty", he repeated once again. "And I want one now."
"Well kiddo, you're not getting one."
"Why not?" Sam looked close to tears.
"Because I said so."
"I hate you!"
"I hate ya too", replied Dean. "Now go away and do something else. Draw a damn kitty if you like but remember this, you're not getting a cat as long as I'm around."
"But Dean", whined Sam. "I won't get a bad kitty... I'll get a nice brown one which doesn't bug you."
"Awww. But the cutesy voice doesn't work on me, Sammy."
Sam promptly burst into tears. "Gimme a kitttty!" he cried. "I WANT it right now."
"Oh Lord", groaned Dean. "Can't this wait until Dad gets home?"
"Daddy get kitty?" asked Sam hopefully, looking up with round eyes.
"Ask him", said Dean. "Just stop crying 'cause you're giving me a headache."
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