AN: I'm angst-ing at all the Comic Con spoilers and this came out. Angsty drabble.
They say that your teenage years are supposed to be the best of your life. That when you're a teenager, life is great. You meet a bunch of new people, friends and enemies alike. Maybe you meet a girl, or in some cases, a bunch of girls. When you've grown up through the same school with the same people, it must get boring after awhile. Not that he would know; he'd never been at the same school for more than 2 months.
Sam had heard rumors; that teenagers would party constantly, with no worries or regrets for the morning to come. The people in his various high schools would giggle and pass notes and text, always about the latest parties and gossip. Scandals waited around ever corner.
Sam never participated, and was never invited; he just focused on his school work, not that he could ever learn much. That was Dad's rule when travelling, keep your head down, don't participate, and don't get into trouble. Do nothing to attract attention to yourself unless it will benefit the case.
Dean generally didn't listen to the rules, obviously, but he never down right disobeyed his father. He'd go to "get-togethers", smooze with girls, kiss a new girl everyday, but would always have some clever lie; 'Oh, I thought she might be connected to the case, so I got close to her, y'know the deal Dad.' and 'What? No, she pushed herself on me; she's not even my type, Sammy!'
Sam would see right through the lies, as would his Dad, but somehow Dean always got off the hook with a simple stern look from John.
Sam hated high school, while Dean excelled in the constantly changing environments of different classes and people. He was good at getting close to people in a short time, and he was intelligent enough to do enough work to keep his grades above failing, but not by much.
The intelligence Sam and Dean needed wasn't going to be found in any school book, and the only person to teach them anything 'worth while' was John, according to the man himself.
Sam shook his head roughly, shaking away the rogue thoughts. He owed his Dad and brother a lot. They took care of him, feed him and kept a roof over his head, even if the food was disgusting and the roof was a seedy motel roof.
"Sammy, you asleep or somthin'? Get your ass in gear." Dean interrupted his thoughts, appearing around the corner, sawed off in hand.
Yeah, teenage years were supposed to be great. But so what, after he'd learned what happened to his mother, Sam knew he never had a shot at 'normal'. Settling down with a wife, kids and pets; buying a house to keep, instead of 5 nights at a desolate hotel.
"Ima coming." he said, heaving himself off the bed and snatching the shotgun off the dresser and heading out the door after his father and older brother.
Maybe eventually he'd get out from under this kind of life, but he doubted it'd be any day soon.