Sam of course is an abomination

Sam was trying really, really hard not to cry. It was stupid, definitely not something he should want to be crying about; he wasn't a baby. 

He couldn't help it though, when Dean pulled up in his new-old truck, one single tear slipped and made its way down Sam's face. He tugged open the passenger door and climbed in. 

"Hey, buddy," Dean said, cheerful. "How was the- hey, look at me, Sam." 

Sam didn't look at him, instead keeping his gaze turned pointedly out of his window. "Can we just go now." It wasn't really a question. He was ready to be as far away from this house as possible. 

Dean shifted into park and shook his head. "We're not driving until you tell me what's wrong. Was someone mean to you?" 

"No." Sam muttered, but he knew if someone had been, Dean would go right in there and make sure it never happened again. "Nothing, it doesn't matter." 

Dean turned the car off now, and didn't say anything else. 

"I just wanna go," Sam said, whipping his head around and grimacing when the motion flung another tear off of his cheek. "Please?" 

Dean was looking at him like he was small and weak and he hated it, but also, it kind of made him feel safe. When his brother turned the key into the ignition and started driving, Sam turned his face back to the window. 

The drive home wasn't long, everybody lived pretty close to each other anyways, but about halfway there Sam was pretty confident that he wasn't going to cry anymore. "Are you and Lisa gonna get married?" he asked, his voice quiet. 

Lisa was Dean's girlfriend right now, but they'd been dating a lot longer than Dean and his girlfriends usually did. He'd heard Miss Ellen and Miss Missouri talking about them, how they seemed really good for each other. He hadn't wanted to be disrespectful and interrupt them, so he asked Jo about it. 

Before Dean could answer, Sam continued. "Because Miss Ellen was talking about it so I asked Jo, and she said you and Lisa are probably gonna elope." That was a new word he'd learned today- it meant when two people ran away to get married without telling anyone and usually didn't come back. 

Sam could feel tears welling up in his throat again, but he did his best to choke them back. "Are you?” 

Dean took a deep breath. "I don't know," he finally said. "Maybe. We haven't talked about it a bunch. She wants to leave, I want to stay here." 

Sam knew what it felt like to want to leave. When he was a grown up, he was going to leave and... do something else, not fish, and he was going to take Dean with him. And Lisa, if he had to. 

"If you do, are you going to leave with her?" He wanted to know if Dean would leave him, just to go be with a girl, but he didn't know how to ask that. That's why he'd cried, too, because what if Dean left actually, not just to go out to sea for a while? 

Dean didn't even hesitate. "I'm not leavin' here, Sammy, at least not until you're grown. No matter what." He looked over at Sam and smiled, his white teeth showing. "Okay?" 

Sam nodded as they pulled into their driveway. "Okay, De.”