Summary: Dean and Sam have a philosophical discussion on the importance of belonging.
Own by frostygossamer
"I own you."
Sam paused from rooting around in his duffel bag and frowned.
"You what?", he asked, tersely.
Dean was laying on his bed flicking through the TV channels with the remote.
"I said 'I own you'", he repeated.
Sam pulled himself up straight and tall.
"Kinda thought y'did", he responded huffily. "How come?"
"Cos I do", Dean answered without looking away from the screen.
"Huh." For a moment Sam didn't know exactly how to respond.
Finally. "Maybe I own YOU."
Dean considered.
"Uh-huh", he conceded. "Guess we own each other."
Sam felt appeased for a second, but then puzzled. "What made you say that?"
"Just something you said in the car."
"Like what?"
"Something about you're smart enough to decide what you're gonna do."
"And I'm not?"
"Hell no! That's why I gotta own you."
Sam chuckled. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Could say the same thing 'bout you."
Dean switched off the TV and threw the remote down on the bed.
"Guess so."
Sam pondered a while, sitting down on his own bed.
"Couple years ago I woulda bitched about that, but... guess we earned the right."
"Damn sure!"
Sam smiled and lay back on his bed with his hands behind his head.
"It's kinda good to be owned."
"Ain't it."
The End
A/N: Suggested by a little bicker I just had with my mum. ;)