Sam is fourteen in this and Dean is eighteen. Their dad is currently off hunting where he can't get cell phone reception deep in the woods.
This is my first fan-fiction and I hope you guys really like it.
The cold motel room that they've been forced to stay at is quiet. So quiet in fact, that Sam can hear his own breathing. He switches positions on the lumpy bed, not being able to find a comfortable position to rest in. He kicks off the covers in an attempt to feel some of the cool air that is circling around the room.
A car's headlights shine through the curtains and illuminate the room for a brief second. Sam bolts up in bed when he thinks he sees a figure standing near the window. He stays still and looks over at Dean, who is peacefully asleep on the thin mattress.
He sighs and looks over at the faint glowing of the clock next to his bed. 4:10 the clock reads in red glowing numbers. He moans and lays back down. Going to school tomorrow is going to be awful. Definitely because he hasn't been getting enough sleep all week. Either he can't sleep or he's being plagued with nightmares. Tonight is just going to add to the long list of nights with no sleep.
"Sammy," Dean mutters, "try to get some sleep." Sam doesn't answer as he pulls the thinnest blanket up and wraps it around his now cold body. The only thing that could make this worse is Dean asking why I'm not sleeping. He's super overprotecting. He always has, especially after that one night…
Eventually, he finally gets to sleep, but not for long. Because next thing Sam knows, Dean is shaking him awake for school.
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Sam shoves his notebooks into his bag and slings it over his shoulder.
"Want me to drive you to school?" Dean asks his little brother. Sam smirks.
"You think I want to walk?" Sam says. Dean laughs and grabs the keys from the counter. Sam and Dean get into Baby and head to school. Dean is working at a small garage and has to head that way anyway.
Sam's nerves are on edge. He can't stop thinking about the man near the window. It must have been some sorta illusion, though. Just a passing shadow from a tree branch or something. Yet, it still freaks him out to look over near the window.
The school comes into view and he gets out.
"Thanks, Dean," Sam says. Dean nods. "Remember to pick me up around four-thirty outside the front of the school." Dean nods again, familiar with the plan that Sam had told him already about him hanging with some friends.
"See ya later, Sammy," Dean says as he drives off. He turns and walks up to school. The school day is a total drag. Pop tests showed up in almost all of Sam's classes and lunch was no picnic either. School lunches are not your friend!
Sam turns a corner and… Umf. He collides with a girl about fourteen-same age as Sam. They both fall back and land on their butts.
"I'm so sorry," says the girl, picking up the papers she dropped. Sam picks up the papers of hers that are near him and hand them back to her.
"No, it was my fault," he says. "I wasn't looking where I was walking. I'm Sam, by the way."
"Devan." Devan's hair was wild looking and dyed a bright red, but it had grown and you could see the dark brown roots of her natural hair color. Wow, thought Sam.
"So," says Sam, a little awkward, "what are you doing?" Devan smiles and shrugs a little, trying to hide the small blush that is clear on her pale skin.
"I was studying with some friends, but they bailed on me." She shrugs and smiles. "What 'bout you?"
"My friends bailed on me, too." It's true. The bastards had decided to ditch him and go hang out with other people. The bitches! "Guess we're in the same boat." Devan smiles again and nods.
"It would appear so." She turns to walk away, leaving Sam watching her go, but then turns back. "Would you...maybe...wanna hang? Might as well make the best of the time." Sam, surprised, nods and they walk outside together.
"I like your hair," Sam says. She blushes a little and laughs.
"Thanks. I'm debating if I should touch it up or if I should grow out my natural hair. These aren't easy choices," She jokes. Sam laughs.
"I've never had that problem." For obvious reasons. Not that dying your hair is a strictly girl thing, just if Sam ever asked Dad if he could dye his hair… Well, he doesn't even want to know. And going behind his back and doing it? They'd kill Sam!
They start to walk a little into town. Sam looks down at his old watch. He has about an hour until he has to get back to school. They have about forty minutes to kill if they're going further into town, depending on how far in they go. Dean will get worried if he's not there at their arranged time. He's just a tad over protective.
"There is this awesome little pizza shop like five minutes from here," Devan says. "The school food makes you want to barf so they get some good business." Sam nods with a smile and they start to walk a little faster, both hungry.
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They arrive at the pizza shop and are automatically seated at a table. They decide to split a small pizza.
"The smalls are a regular sized medium. They'll be extra," Devan warns. "Frankly, my mom hates it when I bring home more pizza boxes, would you want to take the rest home?"
"Yeah, my brother would be more than happy to have some pizza." Devan nods and the waiter comes over to take their order. They talk some about school, then things they like, then just anything interesting. He enjoys Devan's company. In this new school he couldn't find anyone nice and who wouldn't bail on him to really be friends with, he thought it was going to be a horrible week or two-knowing full well that dad will not be back on time and will have already found another case-until he ran into Devan, literally.
The pizza comes and they both dig in. Sam takes a bite into the gooey pizza and all the cheese falls off and onto his plate. Devan laughs and ends up doing the exact same thing. Laughing, Sam puts the cheese back on his pizza and takes another bite, making sure the cheese stays on this time. Best meal in I don't remember how long! Sam thinks. It's a refreshing break from the crappy diner food they're always eating.
"We should really get going," Sam says, though, not wanting to leave. Devan checks her watch and nods.
"Yeah," she says. "I've gotta get going back to school. My aunt is picking me up."
"Me, too. Well, my brother is picking me up at the school. I'll pay." Devan shakes her head. It takes almost five minutes, each one demanding to pay the check. Sam lets her get it when she starts threatening. She's as crazy as I am, Sam thinks with a grin. And he's pretty crazy.
They walk out with the pizza box and see that some rain has moved in. It's only sprinkling when they first go out. Devan slowly reaches over and takes Sam's hand. He let's her entwine their fingers together. They don't look over at each other until it starts to downpour when they aren't even halfway to the school. They dash to get to the school and under the balcony at the front near the door. Sam holds the pizza box over his head as protection, but it doesn't work. Devan pulls the hood of her hoodie up with one hand,-the other still gripping to Sam's-but it keeps falling down and soon she leaves it down.
Devan starts to laugh and then Sam does, too. They're standing, soaked to the bone, under the balcony. Devan looks down at their hands and smiles. It's gonna be hard to leave this place, Sam says to himself in his head. Almost at the same time, Baby pulls up and a black truck.
"I guess," says Sam sadly, "our rides are here. I wonder if they planned being here at the same time." Devan grabs Sam by the jacket and pushes him against the side of the building. She kisses him on the lips for what seems like forever. Sam, startled at first, but then kisses back. Devan pulls away and smiles.
"See you tomorrow?" She asks. Sam, at a loss for words, nods. She turns and runs into the rain toward the truck. Sam smiles at himself and runs out into the rain toward the Impala-Baby. Sam swings open the door and sits down.
He turns toward Dean, who is smiling.
"I got pizza," Sam says, holding up the wet box. "It may or may not be drenched, but it's really good." Dean nods and keeps smiling. He doesn't talk about why he's smiling-though, Sam has a good idea of why-until they are in the motel room.
"So, that was one hell of a kiss," Dean says. Sam rolls his eyes, but can't help to agree with Dean. "You guys…"
"No," Sam says, then thinks. "I don't know. We're meeting up tomorrow after school, too, though." Dean smiles. Dean eats the rest of the pizza and Sam starts to work on his homework. He doesn't have much, but it's harder than usual. It's nearing the end of the school year and the big tests are coming out. Sam just prays that he'll be able to stay for a couple more weeks so he can finish school, but he doubts it severely.
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