Since I've had so many people follow this story, I've decided to go ahead and post another chapter. Next week might be a little slow for posting, because my Best Friend is coming to visit.
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Dean slept on the couch that night. The next morning he was surprised to find Sam already gone. There was a mixture of pride and unease. Pride, that Sam was able to sneak out without waking him. Unease that he had done it.
He is sixteen. Dean seemed to keep reminding himself. When he was that age, he hated everyone. Well, everyone but Sam.
Sighing Dean showered, got dressed, and headed to his part time job, at the small garage down the street.
At the end of his shift, Dean headed to Sam's school. He did it more out of habit, than anything else. Deep down he knew Sam was probably going to glare at him, or possibly even yell. Dean just shrugged and took up his normal spot.
Five minutes after the bell rang, kids flooded through the doors. Dean paid no attention to all the girls checking him out. His eyes scanned the crowd for the familiar shaggy head of his brother. With losing the chubby checks, Sam had also went through a growth spirt. He was now a little taller than most of the kids filing passed Dean. Fear started to slowly grip Dean as the flow of kids started to dwindle. When ten minutes passed and no more kids came out, Dean started to go into full blown panic. He was just about to storm into the school, when he realized this wasn't the only door out of the school. Desperately holding onto the thought, that Sam had left by a different door Dean headed home.
The walk home had never seemed this long, when he was with Sam. Finally reaching the door, Dean unlocked it, and walked in. He instantly knew Sam wasn't there. Walking through the small apartment, confirmed Dean's feelings.
"Damn it Sam."
Dean finally pulled out his phone and dialed his brother's number. After a second he heard a ringing coming from the back bedroom. Walking into the room he followed the sound, until he found Sam's phone hidden under his pillow.
"Oh you are so dead Sam."
Dean debated heading back to the school. But there was literally hundreds of ways Sam could have walked home. So, Dean decided to wait one hour before going into a complete panic, and calling their Dad.
Five minutes passed and Dean was wearing a hole in the carpet from pacing.
By ten minutes, he thought screw this and was pulling on his coat. When the door unlocked, and opened, Dean let go of the breath he'd been holding. Seeing Sam standing there, Dean was torn between grabbing him in a hug, or slugging him.
"Where the hell have you been?" Sam jumped slightly from the tone of Dean's voice. "I waited at school for you and nothing. Came home and again nothing." Dean held up Sam's phone shaking it. "Called your phone and found it under your pillow." Dean glared at his brother trying to read what was going on with the kid. But Sam wouldn't even look at him. "Well are you going to say anything?"
Sam slowly turned his head. "So what are you most pissed at?" Sam's voice dripped with anger and something else Dean couldn't quite place.
"I'm pissed isn't that enough?" Dean snapped. "You're supposed to come straight home. Were the hell have you been? Why the hell did you leave your phone home?" Sam's eyes narrowed as Dean talked. Dean's voice was full on pissed brother mood. Usually by now Sam would be apologizing and spilling everything to Dean. But for some reason, Dean got the strange feeling again that Sam wanted to punch him. "Answer me damn it!"
Sam's fists clinched a few times. "You know what? You can go to hell." He opened the front door again. "I'm sixteen. I don't need you to walk me to and from school anymore. I don't need you to feed me and watch over me. I don't need you…For anything." Sam walked out slamming the door behind him.
A lone tear slide down Dean's cheek.