-1A/N: I wrote this ages ago but never got around to editing it. I still don't think it's edited that well but… I still lack a beta so here it is ..well part one. Enjoy reviews good/bad are welcomed. Peace
That song from Mexico
Dean sat in the barn back resting against the worn barn door, feet braced on the ground. It was hot, stiflingly so. Not the moist humanity kind of heat that hung in the air, this was harsh heat, the flash of the sun bright and scorching on your skin and just below the dry overheated air the promise of cool winds come nightfall. The air smelt faintly of hay the whole fucking state smelt of hay. He hated it here. Hate the way dad shared serene smiles with Pablo. Hated the little brat Jo, hated the way he looked at Sam. Hated the way Sam found time to play with him, even thought Sam never liked to play with hunter kids. Dad said they had it good here. Pablo had been a hunter for years and he was always willing to let other hunters stay for awhile to catch their balance. It was summer and John was recovering from a badly broke leg. Sam and Dean didn't need to be in school and there was a wide stretch of land for them to practice on, to play on if they wished. For the first time in years Dad actually gave them free time to play. He told them to go have fun. And that… that set Dean's hair on end. He cheeked twice to see if his dad was possessed. He pass every test Dean could thing to give him. Dean couldn't figure out anything that would make dad so complacent and easy going. Sam in all his 13 year old ignorance chalked it up to Dad being among friends he actually trusted. Dean could see that to a point. Bobby and Caleb were also staying with Pablo. It was like a fucking hunter holiday at the full El Paso ranch.
A small chicken wobbled over and tried to pick at Dean's boots he kicked it till it squeaked and ran away on awkward skinny legs. He watched it go consider setting its tail on fire. He shoved the idea away it would be stupid, might actually get Dad mad. Dean wasn't looking for punishment. Just something normal. The barn door creaked open just enough for Sam to slide inside, face flushed and breathless. His hair was getting too long, falling into his face. He was wearing a pair of worn jeans and nothing else. His barefeet looked more than naked on the old dirty wood floor.
"Dean you've been in here forever. Caleb is looking for you. Father Jim is coming by tonight."
Dean flipped him off. Sam wrinkled up his nose and gave Dean an odd look. Dean hated this new Sam. The tall wiry elfin looking boy that was taking the place of his round face pudgy sweet Sammy. He missed his little bother. It was getting hard to find him in this new creature.
"Dean you have to stop being so antisocial even dad is relaxing."
"And that doesn't seem just the slightest bit odd to you."
Sam rolled his eyes, arms folded across his screwy chest, foot taping on the dusty wood floor. "We are not having this bogus conversation again."
"Your right Sam we're not. Now run along and jerk off your boyfriend."
Sam's arms drop to his side, his face darken, this angry put upon look Dean was use to. "He is not my boyfriend. He's my friend and he could be your too if you would stop being such a paranoid assfuck."
"Watch your fucking mouth Sammy get the hell out of here I would like some private."
The anger melts of Sam's face he looked offended but mostly sad. Dean looked away. He doesn't have time for this something was going on and he had to figure it out. He had to. Before something terrible happen. Sam stood watching him arms hanging at his side, face set in a frown. The moment passed and Sam left the barn with out a backward glance. Dean watched the door for a long while before picking himself up and heading for the house. /lj-cut
