Title: Lucky
Author: Mad Server
Rating: M
Characters: Sam, Dean
Pairing: kinda-sorta Sam/Dean
Disclaimer: Still don't own Supernatural. (I would have noticed, right?)
A/N: This was written for sixfic. It's I guess the first of six... or maybe it's just itself, LOL. The challenge is to write six fics between 100 and 600 words-ish, each one inspired by a favourite song on your playlist, and each one written while listening to that song on repeat. This one was written to "Lucky" by Radiohead. Thank you so much to ispeaktongue for the smart and speedy beta!
Summary: Sam and Dean don't fit in at their high school.
Sam and Dean haven't gone to the same school in awhile, but now that Sam's skipped into the ninth grade, here they are.
First day of classes and they take the city bus together in the morning. There's one transfer and the second bus, the one to the high school, is a mosh pit, bodies pressed together and all bumping along with the cracks in the pavement. The brothers are forced up against each other.
The bus' vibrations give everyone a hard-on and on the second bus Sam's bumps up against Dean's hip. No room for Dean to back up, solid wall of bodies around him. He looks up, a grin on his face, ready to tease Sam until he sees Sam's staring at him, jaw set, eyes challenging. Sam can't back up either, there's nowhere to go, and suddenly Dean is rock-hard, and it has nothing to do with the bus.
At lunch Dean goes looking for Sam. He tells himself it's strictly to make sure the little shit's safe - never know when a poltergeist is going to strike or when your teacher might be replaced by an even-more-evil double. Truth is, Dean's lonely. The brothers never make any friends at school because the people around them don't know shit about the real world, not even the teachers.
He finds Sam hovering outside the gym. They walk to the corner store and are late back to afternoon classes.
Inside of a week the other students have got Sam and Dean pegged as a couple of weirdoes. Business as usual. So here they are, watching normal life go on around them, not without a certain sense of superiority, if truth be told, but also with longing. Always, there's longing.
In the mornings on that second bus they let the wall of bodies pack them against each other and their erections bump together. Once they're at school it's like it never happened; it gets pushed to a part of each brother's brain where he doesn't even recognize it as a set of real experiences, not until it's happening again and the other times take on colour and step forward and demand to be seen.
Six weeks into the semester, Dad's got a lead on a banshee all the way up in Seattle, and the family relocates, and it starts all over.
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