Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Notes: Written for Noname32 who wanted to see an underage Sam get drunk and have Dean try to cover for him with John, who knew that Sam was drunk. I wrote two because I wasn't happy with this one. But neither turned out the way that I wanted them to. Posting both to see which is liked better. Those boys weren't playing very nice with me tonight. Hope that y'all like it, and that I did your prompt justice, sweetie.
Word Count: 239
Shoulda Known Better a
Dean Winchester watched with a prideful smirk as his little brother, Sam, tried to push himself up to a standing position at the table they'd been occupying for the better part of two hours. "Lemme help you," he said, almost slurring his words.
Together they swayed and staggered their way to the bar's door. Cool night air greeted them as they stepped from the warm, smoky hole in the wall.
"Dean and Samuel Winchester," their father's voice boomed from the motel's parking lot across the street.
"Hey! Dad!" Sam called out with a sloppy smile and an even sloppier wave.
"Where the hell have you been?" John Winchester seethed as he approached the drunken teens. "What the hell? You go him drunk?"
"No," Dean said. "No, the girls in the bar did that."
"You took your fifteen year old brother to a bar!"
"I wanted to go," Sam piped up, leaning a little more on Dean.
"How could you be so stupid! What if something's happened to him? Or you? What the hell were you thinking?" John growled, yanking Sam from Dean's grasp.
"We're fine. He's fine, dad."
"Is this your idea of looking after your brother, Dean? Cuz, I gotta say that getting him nearly falling down drunk is a piss poor was of doing that." He guided his youngest back to the room.
"Sorry, sir," Dean said following behind his seething father and drunk little brother.
Fin.