Day By Day

Alright, folks! This is dedicated to my loyal readers of my Unseen 'verse-I love you so much :)

This will be a prompt fic: each chapter will be based off different prompts you give me! So go on, get to the review section. They can be one-word prompts, detailed story ideas, song-fics, whatever your heart desires. I will ask that you go easy on me and keep them pretty straight-forward; this is designed for shorter stories rather than super long ones (if any pop up, I might set those aside to use for longer fics).

This one is just a random thing that came into my head: the rest is up to you. So go on. Start prompting!

P.S. I will be going on vacation in a couple weeks, so most likely I'll get one or two prompts done, and then have a break (I'll think and develop them on my vacation), before coming back.

Graduation Day

"I'm just saying, you look pretty dorky in that getup."

"Shut up, Dean. Don't ruin this for me."

"Okay, princess." Sam could hear his brother's grin, and scowled, reaching up to adjust his cap once more.

"No, don't touch it. I was kidding, promise. Here." Sam's hands were batted away by Dean's more competent ones, and he sighed.

"Dean, I swear, if you write something on my face—"

"Would I do that to you?" Dean's voice was affronted, and Sam let the pause speak his opinion.

"Okay, yeah, I would do that, but this is your special day. Pinky promise."

"'We don't use pinky promises, Sam, pinky promises are for girls,'" Sam quoted.

"Thumb promises, then."

"You are such a dork."

"Takes one to know one."

Sam ignored his brother and began running through his speech in his head.

"You know . . . Sammy, you know Dad is proud of you."

He wanted to laugh at that ridiculous statement, but he didn't want to hurt Dean, so that was the last thing he would do. "Yeah, Dean," he said agreeably. "I know."

Dean gave a frustrated growl in front of him, and Sam tried to school his face into sincerity.

"Whatever," Dean muttered. "When should we leave?"

"Um, soon, I think."

"Am I supposed to carry you across the threshold?"

Sam groaned. "That's if you're getting married, Dean."

"Oh, right." Dean's amusement was unrepentant, and he nudged Sam forward. "Let's go get you that degree so you stop whining to Dad about moving, huh?"

Sam felt a twinge of regret at keeping his applications a secret—but today was not the day to reveal that.

"And what is a journey? Is it just distance traveled? Time spent? No, it's what happens on the way. It's the things that shape you. At the end of the journey, you're not the same. Today is about change."

Dean smirked and looked around, but no one else appeared to have noticed. Instead, he re-focused on Sam giving his semi-plagiarized valedictorian speech.

"It's a wonder he was able to make valedictorian, with his disability," someone whispered behind him, and Dean glowered at them. At Sam's next words, he turned back to the stage.

"In the end, the one person I most have to thank is my big brother. Without him, I wouldn't be on this stage." Dean flushed, but at least Sam couldn't point him out. Sam finished up, saying "Once again, congratulations to the graduating class."

Dean couldn't have been prouder, and he was pretty sure his grin was larger than anyone else's.

It took a while for them to go through the long lists of graduates, and Dean had zoned out by the time they got to "Winchester." Once the large amount of handshaking had finished, Dean was ready for a beer.

Still, there was something in that huge grin of Sam's that made it all worth it.

Skillfully, Dean eased through the crowd until he was right behind Sam and jumped on him.

"Nice try, Dean," Sam laughed. "I know when you're coming."

"Shut up." Dean beamed at him. "So, anyone notice you took your speech from Buffy?"

Sam's smile had reached 100 watts. "Not yet. Figured you would be the only one."

"Yeah, well, no one has taste. C'mon, wanna get out of here?"

Sam had always hated crowds. "Please."

"I meant what I said on stage, y'know," Sam said in the car.

"Huh?"

"Thank you. For everything, Dean."

"I'm rolling my eyes," Dean deadpanned. "Okay, kiddo. Just because you're graduating doesn't mean anything changes."

"Yeah." Sam sank down in the seat a little. "Nothing'll change."

"Yup," Dean affirmed cheerfully. "Life's looking good, huh?"

Sam nodded, but he must have moved onto something else in his enormous brain, and Dean let him get into his thinking mood on his own, focusing on the drive.