"Swear Jar"
A/N: This one is set around the time where Dean is eighteen and Sammy's fourteen.
Dean looked up from the newspaper as Sam walked through their hotel room's door.
"What's that?" He asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow towards the jar his brother was holding.
"A Swear Jar. I bought it from the supermarket on my way home for you and Dad." He smiled, dumping his school back-pack on the kitchenette floor.
"You what?" Dean demanded, confused.
"I bought a Swear Jar for you and Dad to use," Sam replied calmly. "It was only two dollars and I thought you could use it- y'know."
"What the hell did you do that for!" Dean rose to his feet, and Sam raised his eyebrows in amusement as he watched his brother's face get redder and redder in color.
"Because," He placed the jar down on the kitchen bench. "You both swear like troopers."
"You put a dollar in each time you swear." He added.
"And where does this money go to after we've put it in?"
Sam shrugged. "My college fund..."
Dean shook his head no. "I've told you before Sammy, you've got to stick with us. Dad'll blow his top if you go away to college! And where'll that get you anyway? You'll never have an apple-pie life, Sam, just face it!"
This time Sam shook his head. "When's Dad getting back?" He asked, tactfully changing the subject before the argument grew into something bigger.
"Dunno. Didn't say." The eldest shrugged. Sam nodded, and without another word walked off towards the room he and his brother were sharing to get changed.
"Bloody hell." Dean muttered, before the jar that Sammy had bought from the store caught his eye and a wave of guilt washed over him.
Silently, he walked over towards the bench, fished around in his pocket and pulled out a dollar. "Happy now?" He whispered as he pushed the money into the jar.
