"I wanna go!" Sammy whined from the backseat. "Please, Daddy? I wanna go with Dean!"
"You can't go with Dean," John said with as much patience as his hangover would allow. "You're too little."
"But..." John saw his lower lip quiver in the rearview mirror. "I smart."
"Yes, you are," he agreed, lips cooking upwards into a smile. "You're very smart."
So smart, he realized as Sam sniffled, that he can almost say his ABC's, count to ten, and recognize certain shapes and colors. Dean spent hours working with his brother so it was little wonder why he knew so much.
"I go to school?"
The hope in his voice brought a genuine smile to his face. How different his boys were. Dean showed more interest in guns and hunting than he did his schoolwork. Something he suspected wouldn't happen with Sammy. Maybe he was still too young, but he didn't think Sammy had the same killer instinct his brother had.
"Maybe you can go to school next year," he said as he started the Impala. "Alright, sport?"
"Okay, Daddy."
A/N: Hello, all! Hope this finds you well!
I'd like to thank Katy, Kathy and Sharzdah for their support and kind words. They're much appreciated!