If you recognize 'em, they ain't mine. Set in MN because that is where I was born/live so it is easier for me that way.
Sam pulled his jacket closer for warmth. John had decided to let them spend the year. Unfortunately, they were spending it in the icy cold state of Minnesota. Hayfield Community Schools was were they were attending school. Hayseed, as
the locals called the town. Dean bounced impatiently, waiting for the bus to show up because seriously, school let out ten minutes ago. Everyone from their bus route stood with them, waiting just as impatiently. The bus finally pulled up and everyone got on,
eager to escape the cold wind. Sam watched Dean take his usual place at the back of the bus. The very back. Dean, at fourteen, was the oldest kid on the bus. "Why can't he sit by me just once?" Sam muttered darkly as he sat in his seat. Dean watched Sam sit
down. Realizing his little brother was in a bad mood he stood up and walked over. Sam thumped his head against the window, his shaggy, chestnut brown hair framing his face. Suddenly a backpack was dropped in his lap and someone flopped down beside him in the
seat. "Hey Bitch." Dean said. "Jerk." Sam couldn't keep the smile off of his face.
Sam listened to Dean sing along with REO Speedwagon's 'Can't Fight this Feeling'. Apparently the bus driver liked rock music. Sam thought Dean sounded good singing anything but his favorite was REO's love ballads. Especially 'In my Dreams'. Because in Sam's dreams, Dean loved him. Not as a brother. Not as a friend. As a lover. But Sam knew that was never going to happen in real life. He had zoned out for a solid three minutes, staring at Dean intently the entire time. "Hey Sam, I know I'm hot but if you don't stop staring I might start on fire or something." Dean said. Sam jumped in surprise. "S-sorry. Just zoned out." He apologized, blushing profusely. "It's okay. I know I'm beautiful." Dean said, batting his eyes and posing. Sam playful smacked his stomach. "In what universe, Jerk?" He teased. "This one. Bitch." Dean said, ruffling Sam's hair. "Hey!" "Oh we're here!" Dean said, scrambling to get off of the bus and into the old farm house. Sam scurried behind him with some difficulty due to his to big clothes.
The two boys walked in silence for a while. "Why did you sit by me?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged, his hands thrust deep in his pockets. "You already had your normal spot in back." Sam pointed out. "Jeeze Samantha. Stalker much?" Dean really didn't want to say that he sat by Sam because he was majorly in love with him because that was just wrong. The air was crisp and cool. The smell of wet, rotting leaves fill their lungs. "So how was school today?" Dean asked, walking up the steps with his keys in his hand. "Good. Nothing really exciting. You?" Sam said with a little shrug. "My study hall teacher, Mr. Smith, is also the chemistry teacher. He lit one of the tables on fire." Dean smiled, recalling the event. "One of the ceiling tiles got burned pretty bad. It was awesome." He shoved the door open, letting Sam go in first and locking the door behind them.
Sam walked upstairs to his bedroom, turning the radio on and starting to work on his homework. Dean sauntered in a few minutes later with two sandwiches. "Clingy much?" Sam asked, wondering what was up with Dean today. First he sat by him on the bus now he made sandwiches? Was he possessed by the demon of niceness? "I was just trying to be nice. Jeeze." Dean said dejectedly, walking out of Sam's room. "Dean wait-" Sam flinched when he heard Dean's door slam shut. He got up and knocked on Dean's door. "Dean? Dean please I need help on my math homework." Dean grumbled something unintelligible. Sam hung his head and walked back into his room. REO started playing on the radio. He smiled, singing along with 'In my Dreams'. A moment later Dean returned, holding a small box. He chucked it to Sam. "...Happy October... or something." He muttered, sitting beside Sam. Sam opened it, revealing a black watch similar to Dean's. He put it on and looked at it. He suddenly hugged Dean. "Thanks." His voice was muffled by Dean's shoulder. "Don't get all sappy on me. No chick-flick moments, remember?" Dean said, returning the hug. "Whatever helps you sleep at night. Jerk." Sam said, opening his math book. "Bitch."
"Supper time Sammy!" Dean called, putting the mac 'n' cheese on two plates. They were officially out of food and money. But tomorrow was Saturday so they could go hustle pool at the bar down the road. Well, Dean could. Sam would just sit there or beg or something. Sam glanced at the clock. "6:30. Time flies." He said, booking marking his book, Fallen Angels by Walter Myres. At first he wasn't sure about the historical-fiction Vietnam war novel but after the first time he read it he found he quiet liked it.
Sam looked at the two steaming plates of mac 'n' cheese on the table. He noted the lack of hot dogs in it. Which was odd, since Dean, ever the carnivore, loved hot dogs in his mac 'n' cheese. "We out of hot dogs?" Sam said, picking up his fork. "Yep." Dean answered, sitting across from him at the table. Sam marveled at Dean's beautiful green eyes. His hair was perfectly styled. Sam's, on the other hand, was all over the place. Dean fought down the urge to ruffle Sam's hair because it was just so freaking ado-no. Not adorable. Dean Winchester did not call things adorably. Not even little fluffy bunnies. He shook his head and finished his meal.
Supper was rather uneventful. "I'm gonna go take a shower." Dean said, opening Sam's door. Sam was laying on his bed reading Fallen Angels. Again. The kid had probably read the thing a dozen times since last Christmas. He was probably able to recite it by now. "Uh-huh." Sam responded, totally focused on the book. Dean smiled. "Night Squirt. What a nerd." He shook his head as he walked out of the room.
Woo! So that's chapter one, folks. Don't know when I will be able to update and such. I know where I am planning on going with this story but I have absolutely no clue as to what will happen along the was so this might be... different. Until next time, you guys.