Sam walked over to his brother, sure that he was wasting his time but not seeing any other option.
"Hey Dude, can I use your car tomorrow?"
"Don't you have school tomorrow?" Dean asked as he looked up from the gun he was cleaning. Sam had been able to drive since he was fourteen and had gotten his official drivers licence almost two months ago but he had never really shown any interest in the Impala, or any other car. Dean also knew that Sam would not want to miss out on school. For some reason, the geek seemed to really enjoy sitting through all the boring classes. In the latest school, he'd even joined the maths club and the physics club.
"Yeah, Dean. Tomorrow's Thursday, of course I have school," Sam replied, he knew this was a stupid idea and the last thing he wanted was for Dean to start asking questions but he was running out of options and using the Impala seemed like the best plan. "So, can I?"
"If you don't want to go on the bus, I can just drive you there in the morning and pick you up again after."
"You'll never get up that early. Can I just borrow it for the day?" he asked again, hoping that he didn't sound as if he was whining.
"Dude, I'm not letting you take the car just so it can sit in the high school car park for eight hours. I might need to go somewhere." Dean didn't really have any plans but he didn't want to be stuck in the trailer park they were currently calling home for the entire day.
"Dean, we're living in the middle of nowhere! Where could you possibly need to go to?" From the raised eyebrows his brother gave him, Sam knew that he was getting nowhere with his request. If anything, he was just making Dean curious about the reason for him wanting the car in the first place. "Ok, you know what, just forget it. Forget I asked."
"Sammy, don't go stomping off in a huff. Why don't you just tell me why you want the car?"
"No, it's stupid," Sam pouted, "You'll just laugh at me."
"Sam, I promise I won't laugh, just tell me what's going on?" Dean encouraged, hoping that he would be able to keep a straight face. He could just about remember what it was like to be sixteen and have your whole world depend on the most trivial things. Sam's response, however, was not quite what he was expecting.
"Well, there's this girl…" Sam then proceeded to tell Dean about April Morgan, head cheerleader and most popular girl in the school. As far as Sam was concerned she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. Her big brown eyes, waist length chestnut hair and dazzling smile made a combination that he just couldn't get out of his head. They had nearly all the same classes and while Sam was usually very studious, he was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate in school. The problem was that she didn't feel the same way. Sam had been enrolled in the school for almost three weeks and they had hardly spoken to each other. In fact, Sam knew that the two conversations they had had contained less than twenty words each and both concerned homework. He just didn't make it onto her radar. It wasn't until he overheard her discussing her favourite cars that he got the idea about the Impala. Apparently, her last boyfriend drove an old mustang and she found the classic car more of a turn on than it's driver. Sam was hoping that the Impala would at least make her realise that he was alive.
"So, you see, I really need to use the car, Dean." he finished, sure that he must sound as pathetic as he felt.
"Ok Sammy, you can use the car," Dean agreed, feeling sorry for his little brother, "But I've got to warn you, it might not have the effect you want. It's just not your style. You'll have more luck with the ladies if you just chill out a bit and be yourself."
"I can't be myself, Dean" Sam reminded him, "I have to be 'Thomas McNulty' until Dad finishes the job and we leave town. Anyway, it always works for you. Only last week you were referring to the car as a chick magnet."
"Yeah," He agreed, smiling as he remembered some of his conquests, "but you and I are very different, Sam. The kind of chicks I pick up would eat you alive."
"Haven't you ever wanted someone so bad, someone you just couldn't have?" Sam asked in exasperation. Surely Dean must have been turned down by someone. Sam desperately tried to remember what his brother had been like when he was sixteen but, if Dean had moaned about unrequited love, Sam couldn't recall it.
"Dude, do you realise you're nearly quoting Def Leppard. Next you'll be asking 'Without love, what is life?' or something." he replied, avoiding any real answer to the question. "Look, if you really like her, just ask her out. If she say's no, it's her loss. Plenty more left in the sea."
"Yeah," said Sam, lack of confidence showing in his voice. Maybe Dean was right, maybe using the Impala wasn't his style after all. Sam just wasn't sure if he could pluck up the courage to go and talk to her, let alone ask her out. After thinking it over he decided what the hell, if he didn't ask he would never know. If she said yes, he would be the happiest boy alive. If she said no, he would only have to live with the humiliation for another week or so before the 'McNulty's' left town. He could cope with that.