The bell rang from down the hallway. The students began to file out, each one of there faces expressing contentment. They nodded their thanks to their teacher, who, in turn, smiled back, showing his dimples. He had an handsomely intelligent face, with brown hair falling on his greyish-brown eyes. After the last student had gone out, he sighed, and closed the History textbook on his cluttered yet organized desk.
Sam's headache normally receded after teaching a class. Seeing the students' concentrating expressions in every single class of his as he stood in front of the board and broke a chapter to them, was all he needed sometimes to get through the day. A few years back, he had been in their place, excelling at college. Now it was time for him to give something back. He smiled to himself, looking out of the open window, where the sky was its brightest blue, inviting the sun to light it up.
The ringing of his cellphone broke him from his reverie. Blinking, he hit the accept button.
"Yeah, Dean."
"Hey, Sammy, finished class?"
Sam smiled. "You betcha. What are you doing? Taking a break?"
Dean laughed in the other end. "You can say that. But I gotta tell you, man, there is no 'break' if you're me."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Quit complaining. No one asked you to join the Army. Where are you? Russia, right?"
Sam could hear someone else talking to his brother for sometime. Finally, Dean replied, "Listen, I won't say that I don't love it here, I'm very good in what I'm doing. It's...you know..."
Sam knew that this was a moment he needed to listen. One of the moments where Dean decides to tell you how he really feels, which was always indirect on usual circumstances. He could feel Dean shrugging a bit casually on the other end.
"You know, a way of giving something for the world," his brother completed.
Sam nodded, and then coughed uncertainly. "You promised me something, though. That you'd take care."
There was a moment's silence when Dean answered, "Yeah, I know. I also know how to get my job done."
Sam knew. He decided to lighten up the mood slightly. "So, how's Russia? Any 'cute feisty wildcats'?"
"For the record, I had never said that!" Dean said indignantly, "And, the answer is, hell yeah. What about you? Any of your students have a crush on you yet?"
Sam could hear Dean's smirk. He felt his own face growing a little pink. "Nothing like that," he denied, stammering slightly, "All of them just like me. In general. I mean, the boys too. So there's not question of - "
Dean cut in midway. "Come on, Sammy, you're like the girls' Indiana Jones!" He laughed mockingly, in a very good natured, Dean-like way.
"Maybe one or two..." Sam smiled slightly.
The was scuffling on the other end. Dean seemed like he was talking to a few other people, and after a few moments, he said, "Listen, I gotta take off. We have to move our front."
"Okay, so I'll see ya around then...keep in touch," Sam requested.
There was another moment's silence. Finally, Dean said, "Will do. You take care too, little brother."
Sam heard the dial tone. Keeping his cell phone aside, he nodded, staring at his History textbook. .
He knew that whether it was through hunting for the world, or being in two totally separate worlds, there were a few bonds that were never broken. It didn't matter what kind of life you led. When you knew that you missed your sibling because he was far away, it never mattered who you were. As long as you knew that some bonds are just never severed, especially when you're bonded by blood.
"Will do," he said quietly.