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Drabble(2) Toy Soldier

SamXDean: Teen Years

Summery: Sam was upset the other day and ended up cramming a toy soldier into the ashtray of the rear right car door. Dean, who found it a while later, got angry at him - but when Sam shrugged it off saying he was just a tad bit upset with what he was thinking about, Dean realized he just had to figure out what it was.

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"Sammy! What did I tell you about cramming shit in my car!?" Dean Winchester bellowed from the outside of the hotel so loud that Sam was sure the whole town could hear him. Smiling sheepishly to himself, a little ashamed, the long-haired kid sat up from his spot on the bed and slowly made his way over to the open door. He peeked his head out not a second too soon.

"Well, uh, Brother I..." Sam spoke softly as he hugged the side of the door as if it would prevent his brother's fury from reaching him. He didn't understand what was wrong - he was only trying to play around and he just...Uh...Played a little too hard?

"Sammy, I can't even get that thing outta there! How the hell did you do that?!" Dean complained as he struggled to get the little toy solder out of the compartment - only to fail multiple upon multiple times.

Sammy walked out of the hotel slowly, peering over the car to see his older brother hunched up inside of his Impala, trying to get the green object out. Though, he knew the older wouldn't be able to get the thing out due to the fact he had been trying for the past what, minute or two?

"I don't know, Dean. I was thinking about stuff and, uh, I kind of lost track of what I was doing?" Sam tried to explain, rounding the car to get a better look at the damage done. The first thing he noticed was Dean's large hand trying to pry out the head of the soldier, and, on any other circumstances he would have cracked up laughing and insinuated at how big his brother was, but he didn't think Dean would've liked that very much.

"What the hell were you thinking about, man? World War?" Dean finally gave up, knowing he wasn't going to get that little plastic thing out of the rear door ashtray. The teenager whined and plopped down in the backseat of his baby, inwardly saying sorry to his car at his brother's stupidity.

"No." Sam rolled his eyes and sat down tentatively on the curb next to the car. "Sorry." He apologized after a moment, his gaze cast downwards and more or less anywhere away from what might remind him of Dean.

Dean sighed and leaned back up so he could peer at his blood from the Impala's window. Sam was staring at nothing in particular across the way from the parking lot - maybe that tree - and he couldn't help but notice that under the long, brown bangs of his lover that there was a crestfallen gaze planted on Sammy's face. And no matter what the cause, Dean had to admit he didn't like seeing his boy all messed up like that. "Alright, so what's up?"

Sam slowly turned his gaze, unblinking, towards the teen sitting in the car. After a short pause Sammy's face light up in a smile and he shook his head, his hair bouncing on top of his face. "It's nothing, Dean." He reassured the green-eyed figure.

Dean stared at him with uncertainty. "Look, I won't be mad. What were you thinking about when you crammed that thing into my car?" He pretended he didn't notice when Sam's back immediately straightened up to a point.

"I said it's nothing." Sam sighed and stood from his spot on the curb, turning his back on Dean with more than a little attitude. "I'll go get our stuff. Dad'll be back in a bit, so it's almost time to go." He stuck his hands in his pockets and began walking to the hotel door with a twitching brow.

"Sammy, wait -... "

"It's Sam." Sammy yawned from the foot of the door. He waved his brother off without turning to look at him. "I'll be right back."

When Sam passed behind the view of the hotel door, Dean slumped against the lining of the back car door, feeling as if his body gave out on him. What was Sam so upset about? It must've been something fucking horrible if the kid mustered up enough strength to get that thing eternally stuck up in the ashtray. But the question actually was - what the hell could it have been?

Sammy came out a minute or so later with their bags in hand - his brand new laptop for researching whatever he could to help his father, Dean's almost empty backpack, Dad's slightly larger duffle bag, and Sam's other necessities sack. Dean stood from the car, keys in hand, and rounded it to reach the rear end of his baby. Sam followed almost instantly.

As Dean unlocked the piece of metal that hid all of their guns, Sam shifted his shoulders up to keep the bags in place. A soft 'click' was heard that lead to the taller teen to lift the trunk and the plastic covering that loomed over their line of work. In the small empty space left for their stuff Sam shrugged everything off and into the pit, Dean helping a little bit so nothing went crashing to the floor.

"So, why don't you tell me now? We have time to kill." Dean called to his retreating brother as he shut the trunk with care. Sam ignored him and slid into the back right seat of the car, closing the door behind him. Dean sighed. His brother better not do this the whole car ride.

Dean, instead of sliding into the passengers seat to the shotgun of Mrs. Impala, slid in next to his brother behind the drivers seat. Sam, slightly shocked, glanced at the teen who gave him a very serious, very scary stare. The long-haired teen gulped.

"What?" Sam asked when the other didn't speak.

"You know what." Dean replied instantly with a sharp twang to his tone, showing Sam that Dean was not joking around.

Sam muttered something intelligible and shrugged, his pouting face beginning to appear. Dean's right eye twitched and he leaned back against the door of the car with crossed arms. "Just drop it, Dean, alright? It was nothing." He explained without meeting the eyes of his lover.

"Don't kid me, Sam. Just fucking tell me and this will go down a lot easier." The stubborn man pursued, and this time it was Sam who twitched in annoyance.

"Just shut up, will you? I don't want to talk about it!" Sam argued. He let out a small snarl in warning, but of course his stupid older brother didn't understand when to quit.

"Yeah, I got that vibe already. But I'm your brother, and your supposed to tell me everything that pisses you off!"

"And I'm also your lover, meaning there's stuff I don't want to talk about with you!" Sam continued to argue, both inside and outside his head, trying to get Dean to just shut up and leave him alone about it. After all, Dean would just laugh and tell him not to worry about it. 'Because she wasn't important,' he would say, Sam was sure.

"What? So this is about us?" Dean questioned suddenly, trying to fight off the wave of panic that led to his heart speeding up. Sam was upset about them? What if he was disgusted with his brother? What if he figured out that Dean was sick and never wanted to be around him again? The questions and the answered were endless, and Dean didn't want to hear any of them.

Sam paused for a second and then glanced at Dean, who appeared as if he was having a little mini break-down. "...Kirsten." Sam mumbled under his breath then, letting the word slip from his lips like a venom.

"What?" Dean asked, not hearing what Sammy really said.

"....It's Kirsten. She...You...I dunno, you looked good together." Sammy blushed and looked away, hoping that his lover was stupid enough not to get what he was saying.

But, of course, Dean was always a lot smarter than he led to think. "...Jealousy?" Dean said after a moment, pausing every thought that ransacked his mind. "Sammy, were you jealous?"

Sam flinched and sighed at the same time. "N-Not really. Just...I'd like to think that you could start your own family one day, yeah? Instead of being stuck here with us." He explained himself as he propped his knees up on the backseat that was facing him. His arms wrapped around himself protectively.

"Sam..." Dean sighed and scooted over to give his brother a sight hug. Sam immediately relaxed into the touch and leaned in to the teen's washboard abs, his head resting on the other's collarbone. "I would never leave you."

"That's not what I'm talking about, Dean. I'd be fine with that after a while, but it's just...Me and Dad are holding you back from what you really want."

"You don't know what I want!" Dean replied with a little venom. "Domestication isn't the life for us, and it never will be. I'd be bored stiff. Look, Sammy, I love you for you and I don't care if your my brother or lover or sister or the King of Sasquatch - your you and that's who I want to spend my time with." Dean answered, trying not to think about how much of a chick flick moment this was and how much it was taking a blow to his pride.

But then again, it appeared like Sam needed it right now.

Sam was still uncertain, and he would always be uncertain. There was nothing that could change the kid's thoughts about his brother's life and what he wanted, but that was just him. Dean apparently didn't think that way, and he probably never would.

And as they look back on it to this day, Dean was sure that that 'I love you' right after his speech was possibly the most important 'I love you' he had ever received.

Description
Drabble(2) Toy Soldier

SamXDean: Teen Years

Summery: Sam was upset the other day and ended up cramming a toy soldier into the ashtray of the rear right car door. Dean, who found it a while later, got angry at him - but when Sam shrugged it off saying he was just a tad bit upset with what he was thinking about, Dean realized he just had to figure out what it was.

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"Sammy! What did I tell you about cramming shit in my car!?" Dean Winchester bellowed from the outside of the hotel so loud that Sam was sure the whole town could hear him. Smiling sheepishly to himself, a little ashamed, the long-haired kid sat up from his spot on the bed and slowly made his way over to the open door. He peeked his head out not a second too soon.

"Well, uh, Brother I..." Sam spoke softly as he hugged the side of the door as if it would prevent his brother's fury from reaching him. He didn't understand what was wrong - he was only trying to play around and he just...Uh...Played a little too hard?

"Sammy, I can't even get that thing outta there! How the hell did you do that?!" Dean complained as he struggled to get the little toy solder out of the compartment - only to fail multiple upon multiple times.

Sammy walked out of the hotel slowly, peering over the car to see his older brother hunched up inside of his Impala, trying to get the green object out. Though, he knew the older wouldn't be able to get the thing out due to the fact he had been trying for the past what, minute or two?

"I don't know, Dean. I was thinking about stuff and, uh, I kind of lost track of what I was doing?" Sam tried to explain, rounding the car to get a better look at the damage done. The first thing he noticed was Dean's large hand trying to pry out the head of the soldier, and, on any other circumstances he would have cracked up laughing and insinuated at how big his brother was, but he didn't think Dean would've liked that very much.

"What the hell were you thinking about, man? World War?" Dean finally gave up, knowing he wasn't going to get that little plastic thing out of the rear door ashtray. The teenager whined and plopped down in the backseat of his baby, inwardly saying sorry to his car at his brother's stupidity.

"No." Sam rolled his eyes and sat down tentatively on the curb next to the car. "Sorry." He apologized after a moment, his gaze cast downwards and more or less anywhere away from what might remind him of Dean.

Dean sighed and leaned back up so he could peer at his blood from the Impala's window. Sam was staring at nothing in particular across the way from the parking lot - maybe that tree - and he couldn't help but notice that under the long, brown bangs of his lover that there was a crestfallen gaze planted on Sammy's face. And no matter what the cause, Dean had to admit he didn't like seeing his boy all messed up like that. "Alright, so what's up?"

Sam slowly turned his gaze, unblinking, towards the teen sitting in the car. After a short pause Sammy's face light up in a smile and he shook his head, his hair bouncing on top of his face. "It's nothing, Dean." He reassured the green-eyed figure.

Dean stared at him with uncertainty. "Look, I won't be mad. What were you thinking about when you crammed that thing into my car?" He pretended he didn't notice when Sam's back immediately straightened up to a point.

"I said it's nothing." Sam sighed and stood from his spot on the curb, turning his back on Dean with more than a little attitude. "I'll go get our stuff. Dad'll be back in a bit, so it's almost time to go." He stuck his hands in his pockets and began walking to the hotel door with a twitching brow.

"Sammy, wait -... "

"It's Sam." Sammy yawned from the foot of the door. He waved his brother off without turning to look at him. "I'll be right back."

When Sam passed behind the view of the hotel door, Dean slumped against the lining of the back car door, feeling as if his body gave out on him. What was Sam so upset about? It must've been something fucking horrible if the kid mustered up enough strength to get that thing eternally stuck up in the ashtray. But the question actually was - what the hell could it have been?

Sammy came out a minute or so later with their bags in hand - his brand new laptop for researching whatever he could to help his father, Dean's almost empty backpack, Dad's slightly larger duffle bag, and Sam's other necessities sack. Dean stood from the car, keys in hand, and rounded it to reach the rear end of his baby. Sam followed almost instantly.

As Dean unlocked the piece of metal that hid all of their guns, Sam shifted his shoulders up to keep the bags in place. A soft 'click' was heard that lead to the taller teen to lift the trunk and the plastic covering that loomed over their line of work. In the small empty space left for their stuff Sam shrugged everything off and into the pit, Dean helping a little bit so nothing went crashing to the floor.

"So, why don't you tell me now? We have time to kill." Dean called to his retreating brother as he shut the trunk with care. Sam ignored him and slid into the back right seat of the car, closing the door behind him. Dean sighed. His brother better not do this the whole car ride.

Dean, instead of sliding into the passengers seat to the shotgun of Mrs. Impala, slid in next to his brother behind the drivers seat. Sam, slightly shocked, glanced at the teen who gave him a very serious, very scary stare. The long-haired teen gulped.

"What?" Sam asked when the other didn't speak.

"You know what." Dean replied instantly with a sharp twang to his tone, showing Sam that Dean was not joking around.

Sam muttered something intelligible and shrugged, his pouting face beginning to appear. Dean's right eye twitched and he leaned back against the door of the car with crossed arms. "Just drop it, Dean, alright? It was nothing." He explained without meeting the eyes of his lover.

"Don't kid me, Sam. Just fucking tell me and this will go down a lot easier." The stubborn man pursued, and this time it was Sam who twitched in annoyance.

"Just shut up, will you? I don't want to talk about it!" Sam argued. He let out a small snarl in warning, but of course his stupid older brother didn't understand when to quit.

"Yeah, I got that vibe already. But I'm your brother, and your supposed to tell me everything that pisses you off!"

"And I'm also your lover, meaning there's stuff I don't want to talk about with you!" Sam continued to argue, both inside and outside his head, trying to get Dean to just shut up and leave him alone about it. After all, Dean would just laugh and tell him not to worry about it. 'Because she wasn't important,' he would say, Sam was sure.

"What? So this is about us?" Dean questioned suddenly, trying to fight off the wave of panic that led to his heart speeding up. Sam was upset about them? What if he was disgusted with his brother? What if he figured out that Dean was sick and never wanted to be around him again? The questions and the answered were endless, and Dean didn't want to hear any of them.

Sam paused for a second and then glanced at Dean, who appeared as if he was having a little mini break-down. "...Kirsten." Sam mumbled under his breath then, letting the word slip from his lips like a venom.

"What?" Dean asked, not hearing what Sammy really said.

"....It's Kirsten. She...You...I dunno, you looked good together." Sammy blushed and looked away, hoping that his lover was stupid enough not to get what he was saying.

But, of course, Dean was always a lot smarter than he led to think. "...Jealousy?" Dean said after a moment, pausing every thought that ransacked his mind. "Sammy, were you jealous?"

Sam flinched and sighed at the same time. "N-Not really. Just...I'd like to think that you could start your own family one day, yeah? Instead of being stuck here with us." He explained himself as he propped his knees up on the backseat that was facing him. His arms wrapped around himself protectively.

"Sam..." Dean sighed and scooted over to give his brother a sight hug. Sam immediately relaxed into the touch and leaned in to the teen's washboard abs, his head resting on the other's collarbone. "I would never leave you."

"That's not what I'm talking about, Dean. I'd be fine with that after a while, but it's just...Me and Dad are holding you back from what you really want."

"You don't know what I want!" Dean replied with a little venom. "Domestication isn't the life for us, and it never will be. I'd be bored stiff. Look, Sammy, I love you for you and I don't care if your my brother or lover or sister or the King of Sasquatch - your you and that's who I want to spend my time with." Dean answered, trying not to think about how much of a chick flick moment this was and how much it was taking a blow to his pride.

But then again, it appeared like Sam needed it right now.

Sam was still uncertain, and he would always be uncertain. There was nothing that could change the kid's thoughts about his brother's life and what he wanted, but that was just him. Dean apparently didn't think that way, and he probably never would.

And as they look back on it to this day, Dean was sure that that 'I love you' right after his speech was possibly the most important 'I love you' he had ever received.