Are We There Yet? (1/1)
Title: Are We There Yet?
Author:
shadow_one
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine...if it was, well...you'd probably see this on the show. :P
A/N: I came up with this riding in a car on the way home from camping, it's a wee!chester fic, so I hope y'all like it...and review! I loves it!
"Are we there yet?"
If there was one question that John Winchester was coming to hate, it was that one.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he counted to ten before answering his youngest son. "No Sammy."
The six year old folded his arms, lower lip sticking out to form a pout. "But we've been in here for a million hours now," he complained.
Before John could reply again, Dean turned around in his seat. "No we haven't, it just seems like it cause you're not asleep.'
The younger boy shifted. "I don't wanna go to sleep. Sleeping is boring, Dean."
Rolling his eyes, the ten year old undid his seatbelt and climbed into the back. "But sleeping makes time fly."
Sam didn't budge. "Nuh uh. I'll go to sleep and then when I wake up we still won't be there."
"We could be. You never know."
"Yes I do. Daddy always takes us on trips that last forever!" he stressed the last word and slumped over dramatically in his seat.
John bit back a small laugh as he watched his boys in the back. Sam always had a way of making things too dramatic, which was quite funny for a six year old.
Dean shook his head and tugged his brother up. "They're not always ones that last forever. why don't you color or something if you don't wanna sleep?"
Sam folded his arms again and shook his head. "The car is too bouncy. I won't be able to stay in the lines," he made a face. "Then the picture will look icky."
"Then...look at your books or something."
"I've read all my books a zillion times," the six year old rolled his eyes in exasperation.
Dean snorted. "You mean you've stared at the pictures. You don't know how to read."
"Yes I do!" He yelled in protest.
"No you don't."
"Daddy! Dean says I can't read! Tell him I can!" Sam whined, turning to look at his dad's back.
"Dean..."
"What? He can't."
Frustrated, Sam slapped his brother. "I can read!"
"Ow! Dad!"
"Boys..." John warned, looking at them through the rearview mirror. "Dean, come sit up here. Leave your brother alone."
Grumbling, Dean stuck his tongue out at his little brother before crawling back into the front seat and putting his seatbelt back on.
After Dean settled into his seat, sam grinned and slid behind his seat. Sitting there for a few minutes, he began swinging his legs, kicking the older Winchester's chair hard, falling into a slow, steady rhythm.
Growling, Dean turned. "Stop. It."
He ignored him, a grin still on his face.
"Sammy! Stop! I'm gonna make it so you can't use your legs for a long time if you don't quit!"
"Dad! Dean's threatening me!"
"He won't stop kicking my seat!"
"I'm not doin' it!"
"Yes you are! Dad!"
"Daddy!"
Rolling his eyes heavenward, John let out a sigh. "Boys. Both of you stop. Now."
His commanding tone silenced both boys, and he let out a slow breath as the silence settled.
A few minutes later, though, the silence was broken by shifting in the back.
"Are we there yet?"
He gripped the steering wheel tightly once more and pressed on the accelerator.
The vicious cycle of Sam's boredom was about to start again.
~fini~
Author:
shadow_one
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine...if it was, well...you'd probably see this on the show. :P
A/N: I came up with this riding in a car on the way home from camping, it's a wee!chester fic, so I hope y'all like it...and review! I loves it!
"Are we there yet?"
If there was one question that John Winchester was coming to hate, it was that one.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he counted to ten before answering his youngest son. "No Sammy."
The six year old folded his arms, lower lip sticking out to form a pout. "But we've been in here for a million hours now," he complained.
Before John could reply again, Dean turned around in his seat. "No we haven't, it just seems like it cause you're not asleep.'
The younger boy shifted. "I don't wanna go to sleep. Sleeping is boring, Dean."
Rolling his eyes, the ten year old undid his seatbelt and climbed into the back. "But sleeping makes time fly."
Sam didn't budge. "Nuh uh. I'll go to sleep and then when I wake up we still won't be there."
"We could be. You never know."
"Yes I do. Daddy always takes us on trips that last forever!" he stressed the last word and slumped over dramatically in his seat.
John bit back a small laugh as he watched his boys in the back. Sam always had a way of making things too dramatic, which was quite funny for a six year old.
Dean shook his head and tugged his brother up. "They're not always ones that last forever. why don't you color or something if you don't wanna sleep?"
Sam folded his arms again and shook his head. "The car is too bouncy. I won't be able to stay in the lines," he made a face. "Then the picture will look icky."
"Then...look at your books or something."
"I've read all my books a zillion times," the six year old rolled his eyes in exasperation.
Dean snorted. "You mean you've stared at the pictures. You don't know how to read."
"Yes I do!" He yelled in protest.
"No you don't."
"Daddy! Dean says I can't read! Tell him I can!" Sam whined, turning to look at his dad's back.
"Dean..."
"What? He can't."
Frustrated, Sam slapped his brother. "I can read!"
"Ow! Dad!"
"Boys..." John warned, looking at them through the rearview mirror. "Dean, come sit up here. Leave your brother alone."
Grumbling, Dean stuck his tongue out at his little brother before crawling back into the front seat and putting his seatbelt back on.
After Dean settled into his seat, sam grinned and slid behind his seat. Sitting there for a few minutes, he began swinging his legs, kicking the older Winchester's chair hard, falling into a slow, steady rhythm.
Growling, Dean turned. "Stop. It."
He ignored him, a grin still on his face.
"Sammy! Stop! I'm gonna make it so you can't use your legs for a long time if you don't quit!"
"Dad! Dean's threatening me!"
"He won't stop kicking my seat!"
"I'm not doin' it!"
"Yes you are! Dad!"
"Daddy!"
Rolling his eyes heavenward, John let out a sigh. "Boys. Both of you stop. Now."
His commanding tone silenced both boys, and he let out a slow breath as the silence settled.
A few minutes later, though, the silence was broken by shifting in the back.
"Are we there yet?"
He gripped the steering wheel tightly once more and pressed on the accelerator.
The vicious cycle of Sam's boredom was about to start again.
~fini~