Dean is nineteen and Sam is fifteen. The Winchesters are going out to practice shooting but Sam, with everything he has, doesn't want to. He's got an essay due tomorrow and he'd much rather work on that than being a dead-eye shot.
"Come on, Dad, I've got shit to do," was Sam's excuse to stay back at the motel.
"Fuck yeah, you got shit to do, Sam," John says, "And that shit is shooting rounds with me and your brother."
Sam rolled his eyes and jumped in the back seat of the impala, full of rage at his father for not being a normal parent. What kind of a father cares more about how hard you can punch than how fast you can solve a math equation? Sam can do it quicker than any student in his class, no matter what school he's attending. What kind of a father cares more about how many cans you shot from one hundred yards away than how many A's you got on you're report card? Sam got seven out of seven, by the way.
"Come on, Sammy," Dean says, with a playful punch on the shoulder that was probably a little harder than he could help, "it ain't that bad."
Easy for you to say, Sam would think with a roll of his eyes. Dean loves this stuff. Dean loves being a rebel, or whatever it is this family would be considered. Dean's happier than he would be if he had to actually care about school and grades and real fucking life. Dean didn't even go to his graduation; he didn't want to. And all Sam fears is that he won't be able to attend his. And even if he does, who will even be there to support him? Who will actually give a shit that he's done something with his life? More than just kill a monster or ghost, but something he can actually share with people. Something other people can be proud of him for, too.
Dean, Sam thinks, Dean will be there for me. He always is.
Dean glances at his little brother in the backseat, pissed off and annoyed. Dean always tries to joke around with Sam when he gets this way with John, but Sam's too stubborn. He never gives in. Dean knows how much Sam hates doing what they do, hates their life. But what is he supposed to do? He can't encourage him to skip out on them. He can't tell his little brother—one of the only things he has left—to go ahead and leave. Break up the family. Abandon him. Dean feels like a selfish bastard, but he could never watch his brother leave him and feel happy for him. He just couldn't do it.
"Lighten up, will ya?" Dean calls to the backseat. Sam ignores him. "Don't make me shoot you," Dean teases. Sam doesn't look up, but a tiny smile tickles the corners of his mouth.
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P.S. I changed the name from "We've Got Work To Do" to "Dean Is and Sam Is" but it's still the same story. Both of those titles suck but I'm bad at titles.