AN: This is not my best, but not my worst either. Merry drabble day to you all.

"Please?" Dean whined.

"No. Do it yourself."

"Oh c'mon Sammy, what's the point of having a genius little brother if he won't let me copy his homework?"

Sam glared at him. "You should've taken chemistry years ago."

"Yeah, well, I didn't. So can I pretty please copy your homework so I won't fail?" Dean pleaded, trying to mimic Sam's puppy eyes.

"Let me drive the impala."

Dean's jaw dropped. "You're fourteen!"

"Then no homework."

Dean huffed, but pulled the keys out of his pocket, tossing them to Sam. "You crash her and you're dead. Now give me your damn homework."