A/N: Has this in my notes for ages unfinished. I didn't have the motivation or the muse to finish it properly so I'm just gonna post it how it is.

Sam:6

Dean:10

Dean opened the cupboard hoping, despite what he knew to be the truth, that there would be more food than the stale remains of the bread and a jar of raspberry jam that was being to turn green and grow mould inside. Dad was meant to be back by now. Biting his lip, Dean opened the fridge to the sight of half a pint of milk that had been begun to be watered down days ago and remnants of a packet of cheese that even Dean couldn't consider keeping. The rest of the kitchen yielded enough Lucky Charms for one last small bowl and a final box of Mac 'n' Cheese. Just then Sam wandered in from the other room, obviously tired of the endless reruns of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Please don't ask what's for dinner, Dean prayed. It was no use. "What's for dinner?" Sam asked innocently

Dean sighed. He could sense a tantrum was near. Sam didn't particularly like Mac 'n' cheese at the best of times, let alone having it endlessly as their resources ran dangerously low. Sam didn't understand why Dean could just order a pizza or walk Sam down to McDonalds. Sam might be smart but he didn't understand a lot of things like why he had to wear Dean's hand-me-downs and couldn't just buy new clothes, or why they had to keep moving around and couldn't just live in a nice house in one place, or why their dad was never around, or why they didn't have a mom like everyone else or why- "Dean?" Sam's voice broke through his train of thought.

"It's Mac 'n' Cheese tonight, Sammy." Dean stated flatly. He was already stealing himself for the definite outburst.

"But Deaaaaaaaaan!" Sam wailed. "I don't LIKE Mac 'n' Cheese! We had that yesterday an' the day before an' the day before that an'-"

"Shut up, Sammy! I get it!" Dean hated that he couldn't make his little brother happy but sometimes Sammy was such a brat.

"But it's not faaaaaaair!" Sam moaned.

"Newsflash: life ain't fair." Dean had worked that one out the moment he realised his mum had gone up in flames and wasn't coming back. He became more convinced every year that life sucked. Not that he needed much convincing anyway.