Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural related. Though I wish I owned Sam and Dean.

AN: This is my second Supernatural fic and the second fic I've posted. It's been forming in my head since Scarecrow and I decided I would write it after watching Route 666 . Constructive criticism please.

Title: Life or Something Like It

Summary: AU , Dean Angst , and Romance. Takes place the second year after Sam left for Stanford. Dean and John are taking care of a poltergeist for a friend of John's in a small town in Massachusetts.

Chapter 1: Feelings

Dean and John were sitting in yet another shitty motel room cleaning their guns when John's cell rung. John picked it up and

answered, " John Winchester. Jack is that you ? It's good to hear from you what's going on ? Okay hold on a sec... Dean I'm taking this outside I'll be right back keep cleaning the guns." ordered John. " Yes Sir ", Dean answered. John left the room to continue his conversation in private leaving Dean alone with his thoughts. Dean was really tired of these crappy motel rooms and hunting. He was tired of this fucking poor excuse for a life he wanted to have a real life one like the guys and girls his age had. He wanted to go to college not be on the road killing evil with his father , he wanted a home , to live in a dorm room or an apartment not live in a new shitty motel room every couple of weeks , he wanted a steady relationship with a girl , somebody he could talk to and didn't have to be fake with , not a one night stand. He was just so tired of being different... a freak , he wanted what he knew Sammy had right now and he also wanted Sammy in his life he missed the little shit so much.

He hadn't been the same since Sammy left he barely joked and flirted anymore he had thrown himself into the hunt that's all he had left now. He was hardly living anymore and he knew that he could care less if he died and he knew he should be worried about that but he couldn't bring himself to care. He didn't think his dad or Sam would care anymore any way. John had been sending him on a lot of lone jobs and he hardly saw or talked to the man anymore. Sammy didn't want anything to do with him anymore. Every time he would call Sam would scream at him , hang up , and take the phone off the hook. Also whenever Dean would visit Sam he would slam the door in his face or practically shove him back in the car while screaming at him that he should tell dad if he wanted to know how Sam was doing he should come and see for himself instead of sending his good little soldier to find out for him . Sam wouldn't even listen to Dean's protests that it was Dean himself coming to check on him because he missed his baby brother. He really missed Sammy, Sammy was what he had lived for since his mom had died he didn't know how to live without the little shit.

Dean was snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the hotel room door opening. He looked up at his father as he walked towards the bed he was sitting on. "What's up dad , what did your friend want? ", Dean asked politely John sat down on the bed picked up a gun to clean before speaking , " That was Jack a marine buddy of mine he's having some problems in his neighbor's house , scratching noises , lights flickering ", John said in an all business tone. "All signs of a malevolent spirit. So what are you thinking it is , a poltergeist? " , asked Dean. That's exactly what I'm thinking" , said John. Dean nodded, " So are we both going or are we going on separate gigs? " , he asked. " We're going to handle this one together poltergeists are tricky so I think it's are best bet to do this together ", John answered. "Sounds great so where we headed ? ", Dean asked with a smirk that he usually reserved for woman or his baby brother. " Whitman, Massachusetts " , answered John. " Have we ever been there I've never heard of it before? ", Dean asked. " No we've never been there , and most people haven't heard of it it's a really small town ", John answered sending a grin in his son's direction. Dean grinned back and then in a serious tone said , " Dad I'm really glad we're doing this together I... I've missed you I'm glad we're going to spend some time together. " " Maybe I'll meet a hot girl too , small towns are good for meeting those. ", Dean said in a not so serious tone, his eyes lighting up with a spark John hadn't seen since Sammy left. John smiled wide and couldn't help but ruffle his son's hair as he said , " Alright buddy let's pack up."

3 Hours Later

They had been driving for about three hours now and Dean had drifted off about fifteen minutes ago. Dean had been joking and talking sarcastically for the entire ride before he drifted off, joking was something Dean hadn't been doing a lot of recently. Over the course of the past year his son had become a sullen and work obsessed man and right now John had his cocky and sarcastic son back and he was enjoying every minute of it. John thought back to the conversation they had just before they left. His heart had swelled when he saw that spark in Dean's eye he hadn't seen it since Sammy left.

Dean had Mary's eyes, god he was so much like Mary that it sometimes hurt John to look at him. Dean had Mary's blonde hair too it was darker than Mary's but it was hers all the same, he had her bone structure, he had her sense of humor, he had her out going attitude, he had the same spark in his eyes, he was filled with love and compassion, he had a hero complex, he had her love and passion for music, and lastly John's favorite Dean had Mary's laugh. Oh that laugh how John loved that laugh. It was the same laugh John had heard every night before Mary died when they snuggled and spoke of Dean's antics of the day. Mary used to say that Dean was such a miracle and that he had music in his soul, she was right about both. Mary and Dean would spend a half an hour every day singing and playing on the piano. Dean had been great at playing the piano even though he had been only four years old. He also had a wonderful voice when he was little boy. John was sure Dean had a wonderful voice now but John hadn't heard Dean sing since the year after Mary died.

He loved Dean's sense of humor too. If Dean hadn't had his sense of humor Sam and John would have completely driven each other away when Sam was fifteen. John also knew that Dean used humor as a defense mecenisim, so people couldn't see how much things affected him, how much he hurts. That is another thing he got from Mary, they both felt things so deeply. John knew that he messed up really bad with Dean, actually he messed up bad with Sam too, a fact that Dean's pointed a few times, He would say, " Dad I don't like the way you're treating Sam and Mom wouldn't like it either." John had slapped him across the face every time he said it too, which is the reason why John knew he had messed up more so with Dean. He had never laid a hand on Sam but he had beat on Dean. Sometimes he would get drunk, which led to yelling and screaming at his son, which then led to beating him. The only reason he never beat on Sam was because Dean had either stopped him, put Sam to bed or told Sam to go up stairs. He regrets hurting his son and he knew the best thing he ever did as a parent was to let Dean take the lead role in parenting Sam because Dean has been ten times the parent to Sam that John has been to both of them. John glanced at Dean and touched his son's face lightly before turning his attention back to the road.

AN: So that was the first chapter, the romance hasn't started yet and there wasn't really a plot. I wanted the first chapter to establish Dean and John's relationship. If you want more let me know and I'll keep writing and if you don't then I'll stop.

Please Review and Constructive criticism please.