Sammy-12 Dean-16
"Sammy, shut the Hell up." Dean Winchester, with his fresh and crisp new license, was fed up with being in the car for so long with his brother. He had been driving endlessly, to go meet up with their father in Austin, Texas.
"But I was just getting to the good part!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "I know. Because I've heard this story about a dozen times. And because I was there."
Sam shut his mouth (which had been open in protest), and crossed his arms, starting out the passenger-side window. "Fine."
Dean felt a twinge of guilt, but cranked the radio, letting Metallica fill the car. It wasn't as if he was trying to be mean to his little brother. He couldn't help it if the little twerp had a habit of repeating the same story over and over.
"We should be there in a hour or so…" Dean said, trying to change the subject.
"I know." Dean looked over at his brother, who pointed at the sign they were about to pass, which stated that Austin was the exit in seventy miles. Sam then turned back to the window.
"Sammy," Dean started. "You know I didn't mean it…"
"I know." His tone was as cold as the winter snow they had just abandoned in the northern states.
"C'mon, bud. I'm sorry!" The eldest brother apologized, tousling the other boy's hair with his free hand.
They youngest Winchester swatted his hand away, with murder in his eyes. "Stop it!" He yelled.
Dean's eyes widened at the boy's attitude, but he kept on driving.
"You know, you're just like dad sometimes," Sam whispered.
Dean averted his eyes from the road, staring right at the side of his brother's head. "Sammy," he said softly, "I'm sorry."
Sam turned in his seat, straining against the seatbelt. "Yeah. I know. Now keep your eyes back on the road, or you'll be even more sorry when we overturn into a off-road ditch, and we both die."
With an eye roll, Dean smacked his brother on the shoulder lightly, all the while rejoicing mentally at the fact that he and his brother really would be alright…
…In time.