"Ow! Daddy, Dean pinched me!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Boys!" John practically roared, the sound bouncing off the windows of the Impala, "Shut up and stop fighting."
Sam sniffled. At four-years-old, he would always cry whenever he was yelled at. He was about to burst into tears when he felt an arm snaking its way around his shoulder.
"Sorry, Sammy," Dean said quietly.
The youngest Winchester wasn't one to hold grudges. He cuddled into his big brother, forgiving him instantly. Sam knew that his brother would always be around, even if it meant getting pinched every once in a while.
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