First ever Supernatural story! Whoo hooot! My disclaimer will always be in the first chapter!
*I do not own any Supernatural characters* and some of you will read things that look familiar, because I have little quotes and moments from the show, so yeah. I thought it'd be more interesting!
I watched as the sun began setting on the horizon, dragging along clouds shades of pink and purple as a deep blue seemed to emit from an out of view source. The pink hues looked like a mixture of a painting and reality and as I stared at it more, I found more reason to teetor totter between the two.
The loud, blasting stereo's vibrations shook the whole car; reverberating off the car's insides and blaring into my ears, along with Dean's occasional outburst of lyrics.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! THE PRICE OF EV-IL!" My ears had gotten well adjusted traveling with Dean, well my whole life. To be honest, I was still pissed at Dean; and began my periodic moments of silence.
"SING WITH ME SAM-MAY!" He yelled over the music and slapped my thigh, I continued to look out the window. He turned the music down and asked "You still mad about Albuquerque?" I ignored him and he sighed; not the normal sigh, the oh my fucking god, I can't believe we're still on this sigh "Sam, I said I was sorry!" He dragged out the last few words, even though this was a regular Dean move.
"You left me in the car for over 4 hours while I was sick!" I said, he looked over at me, glaring me down
"What, you want me to drag you around with me?" I glared at him "I didn't think so!" He finished, oh he was not getting out of this that easily
"WITH THE AC ON HIGH!" I shouted at him, he looked at me waiting for me to continue "and the windows sealed shut" I added, he looked out the window aimlessly and I groaned "Carbon Monoxide?"
"THEY….HAD…PIE" Who knew those three little words could piss me off so much. I glared at him and he sighed "Sammy, cherry!" I really didn't give damn about what kind of pie it was!
"Bobby made you take a class on this!" I shouted at him
"Sam, it was cherry fucking pie, in Albuquerque! CHERRY-wait what?" He yelled the flavor of pie again, to get his idiotic point across.
"You got put out of the class for harassing the instructor" I told him plainly, he looked away, trying to think about it
"That Constance chick?" He asked, I laughed
"Yeah" I answered
"What a BITCH!"
I laid on my bed, my hair still damp from my shower a few minutes ago. I was thinking about Eliza Marie, she's a client and her dead boyfriend's stalking her; what a job. Dean came marching out with two dress shirts in his hand, a pink one in his left and a blue one in his right.
"Hey, which dress shirt should I wear for tomorrow? Pink…" He held his left hand out, and smirked "or blue?" He moved his left hand and raised his right
"I-" The phone started ringing and I smiled towards him before getting up and answering it "Hello?"
"Hey boys, how's the trip going?" I laughed, if only he knew. Bobby always called to check on us as if we were teenagers, well at least I don't act like it. I plopped back down on my bed before answering him
"We're" I looked over at Dean who began going through my bag "getting there" Dean looked up and spotted me looking at him and he kept mouthing 'who's on the phone?'.
"Ha, you boys. You pass Albuquerque?" He always did his checkups and somehow Dean would always end up being yelled at.
"Yeah, we finished that case yesterday. Pie boy and I are now on speaking terms" Dean flipped the bird, and Bobby laughed.
"Your fathers would be proud of you" I nodded and smiled. I always smiled when I thought of my father. Dean's father and my father were best friends; both named John. John Winchester my dad, and John Ackles Dean's dad. They were best friends, and when my parents passed, I was left in Bobby's care, and he was legally my uncle. Dean came and went and before we knew it he was all grown up; but Bobby is his godfather.
"I know" I told him, and Dean knew exactly what we were talking about because he came over and whisked the phone away from me. It's not that I get emotional, its just hurts knowing that a fucking demon killed both my parents and Dean's dad, his mom was…we just don't know.
"Yeah…yup…no…you can say that again" Was all heard from Dean's end. I shook my head and lied back on my bed, staring at the boring beige tiles and counting them as I went.
"Yeah, yeah; you told me a million times if I let Sammy get hurt you'd chop off my balls" I looked over at Dean and we both winced, grabbing ourselves. Even in imagination, that hurt. "Yeah" Dean cleared his throat loudly, and I just knew that Bobby was describing in details "I'm gonna head in for the night, goodnight Bobby" He told him, frustrated
"NIGHT!" I yelled over in Dean's direction, I paused waiting for him to yell back
"NIGHT SAMMY!" His loud and overpowering voice came through as Dean yanked the phone back from his ear
"GODDAMNIT!" He yelled, rubbing his ear, I laughed and turned over. Dean was quiet for a few minutes, then I heard Bobby.
"Don't let my nephew get hurt Dean; no matter what" I listened carefully, not letting either of them know anything of my eavesdropping.
"I don't plan on it" He replied before hanging up. I heard his footsteps coming towards me to check and I quickly closed my eyes.
"Night Sammy" He said, in hushed tone, then I heard something I didn't expect "Night Dad" He whispered. My heart ached at the sadness in his tone, he missed his dad as much as I missed mines. I can remember Dad tucking me in and telling me the .45 was in the drawer and if anything went thumping in my closet, to shoot it.
The sun was high in the sky, in bright contrast with the baby blue sky. Pale, scarce clouds drifted the skyline, enough to make spots of shade here and there. I opened the door to Dean's…baby and stepped out.
"Try not to get arrested this time" I told Dean as we walked up the wide grey pathway
"Oh shut up, that cop deserved it" He retorted, as I brushed a few lint pieces of his suit
"You called his mother and asked how he got so fat, and you called him tubby!" I defended, he scoffed and rolled his eyes
"Should've called you tubby" He mumbled under his breath and knocked on the door, I glared at him
"What did you just-"
"I'm so glad you guys made it" The woman had to be 5'1", short brunette hair, small petite frame clad in a charcoal grey business suit. In other words, she was very, sexy.
"Hi Eliza" Eliza called Bobby, her mother knew our fathers and she knew about all this supernatural shit so we didn't have to make up fake names
"Come in" She smiled at us, and she looked over to me and I smiled back at her "uh….ghost right" She said as we stepped over the threshold and into her house. She was very modern, her black leather couch sat up against the left wall, her entertainment center against the right, a small oak coffee table near the couch. Dean and I took a seat on the couch, and she sat in the single leather chair adjacent to us.
"So, tell us about your, uh dead boyfriend" Dean started, she looked up at me and quickly looked down hiding her smile, she was beautiful.
"He constantly peeks at me when I'm in the shower, rearranges my things in the house, he's chased about 2 boyfriends away from me; he died in a construction accident" She said, I nodded sympathetically as Dean looked at the few picture frames that sat on end tables on either side of the couch.
"Construction worker eh?" I asked, she smiled
"No, real estate agent; and I don't know if it's important or not but he stayed up 'til 4 and 5 in the morning a few weeks before the accident" I nodded, questions started forming in my mind, I over analyze a few things.
"What where the jobs of the guys he…chased away?" I asked her, she looked away, thinking
"Real estate, same as Matthew" I looked up to see Dean looking at me, picture in his hand
"What's the name of the agency?" I asked her, she held her finger up and went off, and opened a cabinet to the entertainment system and grabbed something. She exaggerated her hip sways, as if I weren't already looking at her ass. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dean's narrowed gaze at me as I watched her. She rushed back over, and handed me a white card. Grendolds, I nodded, flipping the card between my fingers, noticing the scribbled numbers on the back; I chuckled.
"Well, Eliza we'll be getting back to you in few days" I told her, she smiled at me
"Take all the time you need" She smiled flirtatiously at me, I nodded to her as I followed Dean out the door, winking to her as she closed it, and seeing her blush in response.
"Down boy" Dean said, I scoffed as we got in the car
"I'm guessing that we're off to Grendolds" I said, Dean scoffed before he slid into the car, and I did the same
"No" He said unenthusiastically "We're gonna meet Santa!" He said cheerfully, I scoffed
"Jerk"
"Bitch" Dean continued driving past long roads and sometimes crowded streets until we reached a house, with a huge lush yard. Kids were running around as Dean parked her, and we got out. It was some sort of real estate party, I guess I've never been to these things ever.
"Let me do the talking" He mumbled as we crossed the street and a man in a navy blue suit approached us.
"Hi! Welcome to Grendolds Real Estate welcoming party, for those interested in buying a house; I'm Dick" And he looks like one too! Can it Sammy! I told myself
"Hi, I'm Seth and this is Justin" Really? I don't look like a Justin!
"Hi, let me just say that we accept homeowners from any race, religion, orientation" He smiled at the both of us "Or sexual preferences"
"But we're not-"
"How bout we go in?" He said and began walking off, Dean looked over at me and smiled. I sighed and reluctantly began following Dean and Dick. The house was a very old Victorian style, and completely empty but a swarm of people were just standing in different rooms looking at the house and discussing with their partners. He led us out to a huge backyard, with a swimming pool; damn I could really live here.
"I'll let you talk with Sandy for a few" He said and he pat Dean on the back and we stood waiting for…Sandy?
"Sammy, they think we're gay; just play along" I rolled my eyes, I clearly remember the last time he said that
"Right, last time you suggested that I ended up getting cut by that crazy grandma" He laughed, I glared at him, that was not a good time for either one of us
"Oh, you were serious" I rolled my eyes as a woman stepped in front of us.
"Hi, Sandy Star! You must be Seth" She looked at Dean "and Justin" she looked to me, was it the hair?
"Yeah, we were thinking of buying a house" Dean told her, she smiled
"Well, let's get this on the table. We accept my homeowners from any race, religion, orientation" She smiled at the both of us "or sexual preferences" Dean grabbed my hand and smiled towards her
"Thank you" He said warmly, I looked at Dean how held our conjoined hands up and kissed the back of mines
"He's a little shy about PDA" He said, and she nodded in understanding and he leaned over and I could feel his hot breath hitting my ear. I shivered "I think we're getting somewhere, now laugh like I said something naughty" He whispered, I shook my head and smiled "She expects me to fuck you now" My eyes got wide and I…uh hem, um…let's just say blood flooded my face. He leaned away from me and smiled as soon as he saw my face.
"We were kind of wondering if we could speak with Matthew" Dean told her, she put on a nervous smile, I'd be an upface liar if I said his little moves didn't turn me on bit Quit it Sammy, he's like your brother
"Matthew had an terrible accident on one of the building sites, he's gone I'm afraid" I heard her, but I was too busy concentrating on Dean's grip, holding my hand.
"Oh god, we were really getting our hopes up with him, a bunch of our friends recommended him" Dean told her
"Gay too?" She asked
"No, Oprah" He kept this dead serious face on and it was hard for me to keep a barely straight face.
"That's wonderful" She said, and nodded
"Do you think that we could see his office. Him and I have a special relationship" She looked at him "Please, he meant a lot to me" Dean was so heartfelt for a moment, I believed him.
"You know what?" I snatched away from him "I ALWAYS COME SECOND TO YOU!" Dean looked at me, by then people were beginning to look at our- my raised voice
"Justin, please-" He said in hushed tone
"NO Seth" I replied broken heartedly, I was good at fake crying and Dean didn't have to punch me like when we were younger "No matter what I do, he'll always come first. Seth, you don't even have a clue as to how much it hurts" I told him, I tried to have neutral volume in my voice.
"Justin, I'm sorry! You think I mean to do that? That I mean to hurt you ? Justin, I would never! Don't you think it's hurts me, too?" He stepped towards me and tried to grab my hand
"Give me the keys" My vision was a little blurry from the tears and I just pinched my cheekbones with my middle finger and thumb
"Justin, please don't go. We'll go home and we'll talk this out" He pleaded, I just shook my head
"Boys, we'll go somewhere and you can talk in private" Sandy stepped in between the middle of us, I looked at her and shook my head
"No, you don't know how I feel" I looked up at her, teary eyed and for a moment, I saw almost like a reflection of our little act; like she did know "Please, Seth just give me the car keys" He stood and looked at me, his hands on his waist
"You're really going to do this to me?" I said nothing but held my hand out, he yanked the keys from his pocket. I stormed out of the house, and got into the car driving off, back to Eliza's house; I wanted a look at Matthew's private computer. When I got there, I hid her in Eliza's garage and briefly explained how me kind of sort of made her boyfriend…homosexual.
"You did what?" She asked
"We made it seem like Dean er, Seth and Matthew were a couple but broke up because he…wasn't gay. We had to in order to get Sandy to take Dean to Matthew's office; you understand right?" I asked her, she nodded. I'm going to need a second look at his personal computer, a laptop. She nodded and walked me up the stairs and down the hall, into his office. I nodded toward her and sat down at his desk. I moved the mouse around only to find that he had a password.
"Shit" I exclaimed and opened his desk drawer, in search of some type of clue. I sat and began observing , his office was very dark, the walls splashed with a dark brown wood like paint, an cherry oak wood stand where he held trophies. A few certificates here and there and college flag. UT. I typed it in, and: error. I saw a few jerseys so naturally, I began typing in team names, numbers, and mascots: Bears, Pirates, 43, 54, and the rest would be just too much.
Minutes turned into hours, which turned into more hours, until I was dozing off in front of the computer.
"I'm back" Dean's head popped in the doorway
"H-ey" I told him, yawning
"Sammy, you know we made a hell of a team back there" I smiled
"Yea"
Dean kept nudging my shoulder, and I kept shrugging him off. I was tired enough for one day. Nudging became smacking and smacking became a punch.
"OWW!" I exclaimed gripping my left arm from the stinging
"You wouldn't wake up" He said blindly, I'd like to punch him in the arm and he see how it hurts him
"Uh huh" I got out of the car, and stumbled into the room and plopped face down on my bed. Even if my face stung, it felt good to be in a bed. I grabbed a pillow, until Dean started talking.
"Take you suit off, you'll burn up" I didn't say anything and I could feel myself falling deeper in to sleep. He sighed tugged off the suit jacket.
"Aren't your balls suffocating in that damn suit?" He asked, I shifted and laid on his hand.
"Sammy, move! Your on my hand" I chuckled sleepily, until a loud smack reverberated off the wall and my left ass cheek began stinging as I jumped up.
"GODDAMNIT!" I yelled as Dean smirked at me, and I cupped both cheeks.
"Change your clothes" He said, I would've tackled him to the ground, but I just quickly unbuttoned my shirt and chucked off my pants and shoes and got back into bed. I laid, still and undisturbed as I felt the sleep drowning me once again, until I felt Dean settle on my bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked him sleepily
"Trying to figure out Matthew's password, Eliza let me take the laptop. Sleep and we'll discuss what we found in the morning" I nodded, and turned over, only to turn over and look at him
"Why…me bed?" It sounded scrambled as I got sleepier.
"You were wheezing in your sleep, it's just your allergies. Now get some sleep smartass" I smiled
"Kiss my ass" I retorted, he snorted
"Bitch" I smiled, nicknames, nicknames, nicknames
"Jerk" I told him, he chuckled and ruffled my hair as I got deeper in my sleep
"Night Sammy"