"Are we there yet?" A bored and tired, four year old Sam whined. That was number eighteen. Eighteen times Sam had asked that same question in the last three hours.
"Is the car still moving?" An angry and annoyed John snapped from the front seat.
Sammy slouched down in his car seat and pouted. Dean looked over at his little brother.
"Hey Sammy."
"What?"
"How about we play a game?"
Sam's young face lit up almost instantly. John gave his son an greatful look from the front seat, which Dean returned with a smile.
Thanks for reading. (I'm sorry if there are spelling errors, my spell checker is broke! :(
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~July Falconeri