A/N: Hey ya'll! So for those of you reading my songbook, you'll remember this as the beginning to my 5-1-5-0 story. Well, the story took a turn to where it didn't really follow the song as well, and damn if it's not getting long, so. This is probably gonna be a multi-chapter short story.
Sam felt his phone vibrate and smiled to himself. Nick had been texting him ever since his date... four hours ago. Sam had school the next morning, but couldn't bring himself to tell Nick that, let alone put his own phone down. Finally, at about three, both boys feel asleep over their phones.
The next day after school, Sam got out of class and saw Nick talking with Dean in the parking lot. When they saw him coming, they both turned and smiled.
"What's up, guys?" Sam asked. Dean and Nick were quite the pair of troublemakers and seeing the two of them talking was never a good sign.
They both turned to him and smirked, "Nothing."
Sam looked at his brother and then his maybe boyfriend, his long time crush, before sighing and making to sit down in the Impala. As he opened the door, he could hear the older boys talking quietly.
"So Crowley, Az, and Gabe are still in, right?" Dean asked.
"Yeah and Balth said he might be too depending if he can sneak out."
"Grounded again?" Dean laughed.
Nick laughed as well, "But of course. When is he not?"
"You didn't have anything to do with it did you?" A moment of silence passed and Sam could hear Dean laugh again, "You really are the devil, you know that, Luce?"
"Hey! I wear the name with pride." Nick said. Their gang all called Nick Lucifer because his pranks always got them into trouble. It had gotten to the point that even some of their teachers had started to call him that.
"OK, so I'll text you when I get a hold of the guys so we can plan this out." Nick dropped his voice so that Sam could barely hear him, "Wait, what about Sam?"
"What about him?"
"Well, if this goes south, you're not planning on just leaving him here are you?"
"Of course not!" Dean sighed and dropped his voice again, "If it goes south, whoever can get him first will."
Nick looked over Dean's shoulder as Sam. "OK, but that's a big if, right?"
Dean laughed at his friend "Trying to back out, Luce? That's not like you."
Nick smiled slightly, "Hells no."
Dean started laughing, "You've been hanging out with Gabe too much."
"Not like I have a choice, he is my little brother."
"Speaking of little brothers, how's Cas?"
"Not in this lifetime, bro. Y'know he's at Yale, right?"
"That kid is too smart for his own good."
"Sam's not far behind."
Dean looked over his shoulder and smiled sadly, "You have no idea."
"And on that happy note, I gotta get home, feed the monkeys and all that."
Dean laughed again, "OK, man, see you later." He slid into the car, looking over at Sam's homework, watching his brother work through his AP Calculus homework. Looking at the page of formulas, Dean chuckled to himself, "Sammy, you better not expect any help with this."
Sam threw him a bitchface. "Dean, I haven't asked you for help with math homework since like fifth grade."
"Aw, c'mon, Sammy, that was one test." Dean smirked, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Dean, you shouldn'tve read 1984 and then tried to help me with math, it screws with your ability to add."
"Hey! I'm still not sure why you were still doing homework at midnight anyway."
"Some of us care about our grades, Dee."
"Nerd."
"Some of us prefer the term studious, Dean. Besides, you're more of a nerd than I am!"
Dean looked over at his little brother, "Really?"
"Yup." Sam said popping the "p" as he put away his homework. "So what were you and Nick talking about?"
"Don't worry about it, kid."
"I'm not a kid anymore!"
"No, you're a bitch."
"Jerk! Fine, maybe I'll just ask Nick."
"If you can find time among your other activities."
"Ew. Dean!"
"What? He's my best friend. I know what he's like and I know, no matter what, you can't resist him."
Sam blushed and mumbled something that sounded like "can too."
"If you say so, lil bro." Dean smirked. He pulled into the drive and parked the Impala next to their dad's truck. "So what do you want for dinner, kiddo?"
"I'm not a kid, Dean!"
"Doesn't answer my question, bitch."
"Fine. Mac and cheese sounds good, jerk."
"And you say you're not a kid anymore."
Sam threw a bitchface. "Whatever."
As Sam headed up the stairs to his room, Dean yelled after him, "Dinner in half an hour, bitch!"
He smiled as he heard a muffled "Jerk!" come down the stairs and headed into the kitchen, where his dad was sitting at the breakfast bar, nursing a bourbon.
"Dad, what are you doing here?"
"Am I not allowed to come see my boys?"
"Dad, it's" Dean checked his watch, "3:30 in the afternoon and you're drinking, what's wrong?"
John looked down at his glass, "The bar burned down."
A/N: And there ends part one! I'm sorry that I haven't been posting lately... I had a rough couple weeks and it just, well, I had a small breakdown the other night, and so between school and work, I haven't been doing much. Thanks for putting up with me, ya'll!