WOS CHAPTER 21
I DID IT
GOD I HATE MY THESIS IT MAKES IT REALLY HARD TO WRITE THINGS FOR FUN ANYMORE ;_;
Shotgun"You're kidding me, Dean," Sam spat with a petulant glare. "It's my seat, always has been – hell, you wouldn't let him drive her, would you?"Shotgun by ~Ellislash
"Would and has, baby bro," the vampire purred, smugly sliding a little closer to the passenger's side door.
"You are not my brother," hissed the younger Winchester. His hands clenched into tense fists.
"He was more of a brother than you for a whole year, Sammy," Dean growled across the Impala's sleek black roof. "Any entitlement you had left, after the demon blood and the soulless thing and -"
"Haven't we put that behind us yet?" Sam exclaimed, the barest hint of a whine edging his voice. Dean pivoted violently around as if to march away in exasperation, then turned back and planted a fist solidly on top of the car.
"Maybe, maybe not. But you left me to rot and that wound's still a little fresh, okay?" His mocking, condescending tone only emphasized the blank hurt in his sarcastic smile.
Sam scoffed. "You're unbelievabl