Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything related to it, just writing for your entertainment.

A/N: Sam is 18 years old and Dean is 22 years old. Got any questions!? Let me know.  Enjoy.

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Happy Birthday Dean

The sun was out today. It was a clear and warm day out in Woodlake, Minnesota. There were voices, many of them. It was graduation today and Sam could not be any happier. There were rows of white folding chairs set up in the front lawn of the Jefferson High School. There were many, many kids, all dressed in green gowns with the weird graduation hats on their heads. Every student there was smiling. Some because they were finally out of High School. Others, like Sam, were happy because they were just beginning a new adventure, College!

The Winchesters had been at Woodlake for almost three months now. They had a nice little apartment, which they were paying for with fake cash. But more importantly, Sam made it to school in time to get his Diploma. Since supernatural activity was really high in the area, they decided to stay until Sam graduated from High School.

There was a huge wooden stage positioned in front of all the chairs, in the middle was a podium, on either side was an elderly adult, the principle and vice principle of the school. They both beamed down at the young minds ready to take on the world. Sam could not have felt more proud in his life.

"Ok," The Principle said. He was and older, balding man with a slight beer gut. "Let's get this show on the road!"

He started listing off names to come up to the podium to obtain their respective diploma. Adrenaline was rushing to Sam's blood as his name got closer.

Just two more names… Sam thought.

"And now, please welcome, student of the year, Sam Winchester!"

Applause filled the air as Sam got up. He felt as though he were walking on clouds as he drifted up to the podium to give his speech. Girls "oo'd" and Ah'd". Guys were slapping his hands and his back as he walked up the rows. Finally, after what seemed like to short a time, he got up to the podium. Sam took a deep breath and took out a piece of paper.

"Jefferson High, how you doing today!" Sam asked with a wide smile. People started clapping and cheering loudly with energy. "First off, I just wanted to say thanks for voting me to be the student of the year, I…"

"Hurry the hell up Sammy!" Dean screamed from behind the chairs. Dean was standing over in the back by the Impala with his dad. Looking at his watch, and annoyed.

"I… I… Th-Thank you." Sam said shortly, turning very red in the face. He hurriedly received his Diploma from the Vice Principle, and practically ran off the stage, and down the rows. Everyone was silent at the sight of Sam running towards his family.

"Good job Sam…" Some voice trailed off.

Sam was trying to block everyone out; he was probably going to leave the town anyway. A feeling of sadness swept over Sam at the thought of leaving all his friends behind him.

"I'm goanna kick your ass Dean." Sam said almost seriously as he approached the sexy car.

"Ah come on Sammy, it wasn't that bad, hey great speech by the way!" Dean smirked back.

"Don't listen to your brother Sam, I'm proud of you today." John said with a smile, pulling Sam into a hug.

"Thanks Dad, and it's S-A-M." Sam replied. Things between Sam and John had been great within the past three months. Since they stayed put, Sam didn't mind going on hunts as much, which made John happy. Which in turn made everyone a little happier.

"No problem Sammy," Dean started with a grin. "Oh by the way, I get shotgun! Little kids sit in the back." Dan laughed.

Sam grunted as he got in the back of the Impala, punching Dean in the left shoulder in the process.

"Ouch! Bitch!"

"Jerk."

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It was loud. Music, made of Rock and Pop were pumping in the background. Sam was sitting on a couch with four other people. Sam was living it up at a party one of his friends were throwing, after all, this may be his last chance to hang with everyone.

"Hey Sam?" Asked one of Sam's friends. "Are you going to College next year?"

"Uh, no man, sorry."

What? You, the Student of the Year! Is not going to College?"

"Yeah man that's what I said."

"Well, how come?"

Sam was beginning to feel very awkward now.

"Well… I have to go into the… Family Buisness…"

His friend just gave him a weird look and got up to dance with someone. Sam then turned to his cup for some confidence.

"So Sam…" One of his friends on his left started. "What happened earlier?"

"Oh um, well, I had to uh… You know, Jake, why don't you get us some more beer?" Sam replied, knowing he would distract him. He quickly said yes, took Sam's cup and ran off. Truth was, Sam did not want to talk about his family. At all.

His friend returned a few minutes later with a cup full of nice cold beer.

"Thanks!" Sam said gratefully as he downed the whole thing. After a few more drinks he started to feel invincible. He got up and started to dance with some girls, knowing he would never have fun after tonight for a long time with a new hunt coming up.

The more and more he danced with this girl who was now all over Sam, the more happier he got. Nothing could bring him down…

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A/N: So what do you think? Should I keep writing? Please review, I promise, much, MUCH, more angst and cool stuff to come.