Violins playing in the distance. Fog surrounding him. Dean looked around trying to see where he is but the fog is too dense. All he can see are vague shapes of trees that are somehow moving around each other in time with the music like some strange rehearsed dance. Dean's breathing quickened as he finally found a semi-visible area. He started to run to it when one of the tree's roots shot out and tripped him up causing him to fall off the edge of a cliff he didn't even realize was there. Falling and falling and-
Dean shot out of bed gasped and sweating, his heart beating a mile a minute, dizzy with the still there feeling of falling down the rabbit hole. Shakily Dean rubbed a hand down his face and turned toward to clock. 5:50 am. Awesome, 10 minutes earlier than scheduled. Dean sighed and got out of bed, shuffling towards the shower.
He used to get up 10 minutes before school started, back when he was the star of the football team and a notorious ladies man. Now a days though he tended to get up extra early so he had time for fixing his hair, make-up, and clothes. Until recently, his hair was a dirty blonde; now it was most likely to be any color from the rainbow and once it actually was a rainbow. Right now he was favoring red but that could change any time. He also was in the habit of adding a little or a lot of eye liner to his eyes. Guy liner is was they call it but whatever.
A year ago, he wouldn't have dared touched the stuff, too focused on putting on a show of being the alpha, stereotypical male to do what he actually wanted. But after his dad kicked him out for being evenly inclined towards guys and girls, Dean decided that no one's opinions really mattered expect Sammy's. Sure, sometimes he still got a little upset at the looks people gave him, but that didn't mean his was about to change. With his spiked, multicolored hair, lip rings, and make-up he was happier than he had ever been.
After getting ready for his first day of junior year, Dean went to the kitchen to cook breakfast for Sam. He was surprised at first when Sam said he was going to move with Dean instead of staying with their father but he didn't deny him. He admitted that he would have been lost without Sam by his side, and even though money was a stretch, they still managed. Actually, with the new job working at The Roadhouse with a couple, Ellen and Bobby, Dean expected that they would live comfortably and still be able to put some money away for Sammy to go to Stanford like he always wanted. Kids a fucking genius. Don't know how he does it.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Dean scrambled some eggs and put jam on some toast. Just as he was finishing putting orange juice into a glass, Sam came tumbling down the stairs. Damn. That kid is a walking injury. Wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so tall and skinny but that just added to his incoordination. Dean stifled a laugh as he saw Sam almost bust his ass. Sam just gave him a bitch face like he knew was Dean was thinking, which caused Dean's barely concealed laughter to become louder.
"Come on, Sammy. It's too early in the morning for your bitchiness. It's not my fault you're like a moose on ice skates," Dean said with laughter while setting down Sam's plate and drink down on the table. "Just because me and gravity aren't on the best of terms doesn't mean you can-"
"Damn, Sammy calm down. What's got your panties in a twist huh?" Dean was looking at his little brother, knowing that something has got him more fired up that Dean laughing at him. "Sam, just tell me what's got you all anxious."
Sammy sighed and looked at the table like it was the most interesting thing in the world, "I'm nervous. What if I fall down in front of the entire school? It's my first year and I don't know what to expect. What if I don't make any friends? What if…"
Dean sat down as Sam's voice faded out, "Sam everything is going to be fine. It's just high school. And you're a likable guy. You'll make friends I promise. If anyone fucks with you just tell me and I'll straighten everything out." It wouldn't be the first time Dean's had to rough someone up for making Sammy upset. He was a little overprotective when it came with his little brother. Sam looked up from the table, "You're sure?"
Dean smirked and ruffled Sam's hair, "Of course I'm sure, Sammy. You're going to be great. Think of all the learning you love so much, you little nerd." Dean laughing out right at the look Sam had on his face. I swear, kids a fucking nerd. At least I won't have to worry about him living on the streets.