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Sam:6

Dean:10

"Daaaaaad! Dean's poking me!" John glanced in the mirror to see his eldest glaring at the scenery as if it were a poltergeist and his youngest glaring at his brother with his arms folded.

At the mention of his name Dean swivelled his head round to face John. "Sammy was licking me." He complained.

"Was not!"

"Was to!"

John sighed. He was NOT in the mood for this. "Dean, you're the older one I expect you to act like it."

"Yes sir." Dean muttered as Sammy stuck his tongue out at Dean in triumph. John choose to ignore the latter. He knew he was being unfair but he was just so damn tired. He'd being driving for around 19 hours straight only stopping for the bathroom and fuel. They'd long since eaten the crappy sandwiches he'd bought from the first petrol station they'd come to. Next service station, they were stopping. John needed some coffee and the kids needed some food.

John enjoyed the blessed silence as much as he could. It wouldn't last long. Earlier in their journey, even this short interval would have been impossible as Sam had been tired which meant he was cranky which meant temper tantrums and tears. That got Dean worked up as well and soon there had been none stop shouting matches. John briefly wondered if the fact he had allowed his kid to to get so tired he throw a fit over dust meant he was a bad parent. Probably. Fortunately, Sam has finally managed to catch a few zzzzs a ccouple of hours ago so he was just a bearable level of irritating.

"Daaaaaaad!"

John rolled his eyes but forced himself to remain patient. "Yes, Sammy?"

"Dean's shoving me!"

"No I'm not! Dad, he's lying!" Dean exclaimed indignantly.

John gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Sort it out! If I hear another word it'll be extra push-ups when we get to the next hotel." Furious whispering came from the backseat. Gradually, it disappeared and there was silence again.

"Dad? Can I sit int the front now?" Dean asked timidly.

With immense effort John smiled at his kid. "Ok buddy." Dean climbed into the passenger seat with an expression of relief on his face. Sammy had been a menace this whole journey. John felt himself relax and begun to enjoy speeding on the empty road.

There were muffled thumps coming from his kids' side of the car. He ignored them despite their increasing frequency and volume. It quickly got to the stage where they were impossible to ignore. John moved his head slightly so he could glimpse Sammy kicking Dean's chair. He rubbed his forehead in frustration. Couldn't his kids just get along for once? Obviously not.

"Sam."

"Yes, Dad?"

"Stop kicking Dean's chair."

"But daaaaaaad, I wasn't!"

"Son, that was an order."

John glimpsed in the review mirror and was treated to the sight of Sam pouting with his arms crossed grumpily. Silence fell again.

Dean twisted around in his seat so he could face Sammy and broke the silence. "Hey, there's some toy soldiers in the bag by your feet." John smiled. No matter how annoyed Darn was at Sam, he couldn't bear him to be unhappy.

"No fun playing by myself." Sam responded sulkily.

John heard the quiet sigh of exasperation. "Dad? Can I sit in the back and play with Sammy?"

"Yes." Just keep him quiet, John pleaded with his eyes. Dean nodded once and clambered into the back seat.

"Ok, so you have to grey ones and I'll have the green ones and…"

John smiled as he listened to Dean organising the game. Dean was great with tactics and strategy. Soon the car was filled with the sound of fake machine gun fire, dying and best of all, laughter. It had been far too long since he'd last heard his sons laugh. They deserved better. And they would have it, he just need to find the thing that killed Mary. Then everything could go back to normal.