This story is not meant to impinge on Judith Viorst's wonderful book, "Alexander's Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day." Just love that freaking title!
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SAM WINCHESTER'S HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY
Little Sammy Winchester, three foot nothing of pissed off little kid, glared up at his brother. "You're an asshole, Dean!"
Dean choked, gasped. "Sam!"
"You guys never let me have any fun!" Sam stomped his foot. "Shit!"
"Sammy, if Dad hears you, he's gonna be pissed!"
"Don't care!" Sam shouted. "Wanna go to the damn park!"
Dean was starting to get a little angry. "When Dad says no, that means no!"
"Screw Dad!" Sam piped ferociously.
John cleared his throat. Both boys jumped and looked up guiltily at the open door.
"Dean," John said gently. "Go get me the soap."
