Sam, Not Sammy
I do not own Sam, Dean, or Jess. Just the plot
One Shot
Dean walked out of the bathroom as he put on his shirt. Sam was sitting on his bed working on his laptop.
"Find anything Sammy," Dean asked, referring to the wolves they were hunting.
"Nothing," Sam said, not taking his eyes of the computer, "And please don't call me Sammy. It's Sam."
Dean sat on his bed, as he grabbed his Dad's journal in attempt to find something to help Sam.
"Why not, Sammy," Dean said, trying to get Sam annoyed.
"Because."
"Because?"
Sam slammed the lap top shut, startling Dean.
"Because, I said so."
Sam put the computer on the end of his bed and went to grab some clothes.
"I'm taking a shower," Sam said looking at Dean.
Dean was still startled that Sam had thrown a mini fit.
"O-Ok," Dean stuttered.
With that, Sam entered the bathroom and slammed the door.
Roughly thirty minutes later, Sam came out of the bathroom, fully clothed. Dean was sitting on his bed, flipping through the last few pages of their Dad's journal. Dean looked up.
"What," Sam asked, a bit snippy.
"I just thought you looked like Sarah Jessica Parker."
"Jerk." Sam rolled his eyes. "Find anything?"
"Nope," Dean said returning to their Father's journal, "Sorry, Sammy."
"Shut up," Sam yelled.
"What the hell is wrong with me calling you Sammy," Dean snapped back, as he stood up, "It sure didn't matter when you were eight!"
Sam walked over to the door, put a hand on the handle, and turned to face Dean.
"Because Jess called me that!"
He stormed out, slamming the door so hard, that Dean thought it'd come off its hinges.
Dean quickly got his stuff and followed Sam out. Sam was leaning against the guardrail that overlooked the parking lot. Dean walked up behind Sam and was hesitant to do anything but put his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Sam," Dean started, "I-I-I'm sorry. I won't call you it again. Promise."
"Thanks, Dean. But it's not like you can change the past right?"
"Yeah. I can change the future though."
"What," Sam asked, turning to face Dean.
"I can call you Samuel," Dean smirked.
Dean took off running down to the Impala, as Sam chased him.
"Your dead meat man," Sam yelled.