It had been ten minutes since he'd got home from school to find the motel room in tatters. Newspaper clippings were still strewn across the sheets, the floor and the table, a couple of weapons were left unattended in the middle of the floor and John was trying his hardest to manage to scream without getting people checking that they were okay.
"What if a cleaner had come in?"
Sam felt the familiar twisting in his gut, the anger overwhelming him and he couldn't help himself from answering the accusation; "like anybody ever bothered to clean this dump."
"Don't raise your voice to me," his upper lip had begun to curl and Sam could almost hear him snarling underneath his breath.
He shot a look at Dean, standing next to the door, staring at them incredulously before sighing, he knew he would never win an argument so there wasn't any point in trying to, "I'm sorry sir."
John took the victory smirking, "I should think so; Dean would never have been so irresponsible."
"Yes sir."
"Did you finish your homework yet?"
Sam paused, feeling the flinching inside him that was trying to force him to argue again, he'd been practically jumped on the moment he'd walked into the room; his school bag was still lying unopened on his bed, "no sir."
"Get a move on." John picked up some of the newspapers, storming out of the room and heading for the car.
Sam knelt down onto the floor, trying to organise the remaining papers and moving the weapons back to their hidden place.
"I'm sorry Sammy."
"My name's Sam," his voice came out sterner than he had meant it to but he couldn't help it, he was too angry with Dean to pretend to be nice.
"I'll tell dad that I left the weapons out…"
"He wouldn't believe you anyway. Then he'd scream at me for forcing you to lie to protect me. So just leave it. Go somewhere else for a while." He watched Dean leave and finished cleaning before getting a book out of his bag. He sighed, throwing it as far across the room as he could manage, he wasn't in the mood to do school work. Standing up and locking the door he riffled underneath his bed to pull out the bears he'd hidden the night before. He drank them, barely bothering to savour the taste in his rush to get to the end result.
He stashed the one remaining can back under his bed at hearing a banging at the door, followed by Dean's irritated demands to be allowed in. Sam opened the door, finding it hard to remain upright without either fainting or vomiting and was surprised when he was yanked out and the door shut behind him. "Come on, dad's got a breakthrough. You're coming on the hunt."