(Before You Read:

Okay so this is Chapter Two of Alcohol and Baked Goods, and… I feel like it goes really slow. Sorry if I have like 69 (hehe) chapters by the end of this, but trust me it's going to get a heck of a lot smoother. Thanks if you stuck around, and without further ado, here is Chapter Two (hehe it rhymed) xoxo)

Winchester was not the name I wanted pinned to me for the rest of my life.

"Sammy!" My older brother barked at me, my mind light years away.

I pulled out one of my head phones, Kansas interrupted from a guitar solo. Shooting a harsh look at Dean, I put it back in.

Carry on my wayward so-o-on. Dean growls a bit, one hand gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. I look up at him, lifting my hands as if to say, "what?"

There'll be peace when you are done.

"Sam we are almost there stop that stupid crap and turn it off!"

Lay your weary head to re-e-est.

I sighed, turning the song on repeat and pulling the headphones out. The car was silent except for both of our breathing and the engine.

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

"Are you happy?" I whisper, turning and looking out the window. Michigan really was beautiful, with its crystal lakes and its bright blue skies.

Dean just scoffed and continued driving quietly.

After a few minutes, Dean finally coughed, interrupting the silence.

"I don't know what has been getting into you boy."

I couldn't believe my eyes or ears, because when I looked at him when he said this, I saw and heard my Dad. And I didn't like it.

"Sorry, sir."

Remorse flooded my body as I said it. Too many times have I been utterly rude to Dean without much justification. Ever since Dad died, the filter has been gone. My nice attitude has been gone. What I was before was almost gone.

And I couldn't seem to do anything about it.

Dean glared at me with scrunched, irritated features.

I avoided his glower, looking at the steering wheel, hoping not to get the whiplash of that comment.

His sobriety must have kicked in, because he visually calmed down, pursing his lip and looking at the road, making a turn. My mass shifted with the motion, pressing firmly into the door. Uncomfortable was the only word for it, and I was glad when it was over.

"We're here, Sam."

I picked up my bag as Dean found a parking space, hoisting it around my shoulders. When the car came to a stop, I clutched the door handle, opening the door of Dean's jet black Impala, slamming the door as soon as I got out.

"Ahh, first day at a new school. Not your first "first day", and probably not your last, but I knew it gave me goosebumps every single time. Haha, Sammy, I gotta walk you in and get you registered, being your legal guardian and all. Ahh, Junior year. I loved it."

I gave Dean a sour look after his little "monologue".

"Fine," I whisper, slumping to the school double-doors.

Dean was on my tail, making small remarks like, "hurry up" and "shouldn't you be excited". I've never rolled my eyes more in a shorter period of time.

By the time we got inside, I wanted to turn around and walk right back to the Impala. But I knew if I did that me and Dean would have a "family day" and do God knows what. So I figured school would be better than any of that. For some reason Dean had been really making me angry the past few weeks. Maybe it was just something with the move. Maybe it was a phase.

Or maybe I had just started to see everything that was getting thrown onto me.

Whatever it was, I knew I had to roll it under my belt and ignore it. Dean was my brother and there was no easy way of changing it. Besides, I really loved him. He had a big heart underneath all the leather and five-o-clock shadows.

"Sam? Earth to Sam? Sammy?"

Dean's voice brought me back to reality, and I realized we were in the school lobby, sitting in those really uncomfortable green chairs. I inspected the office, it seemed as normal as any other schools'.

"Yeah, Dean?" I uttered, leaning against my left where he was sitting as I eyed him.

"We have like ten minutes, and I gotta…" Dean looked up at the older receptionist who was smiling pleasantly.

"Pee."

I sniggered, looking up at him.

"Okay, Dean, I'll be right here."

He stood up impatiently, running off to the bathroom. Remembering my music, I fumbled my hands around my pockets, pulling out my ancient iPod and putting the headphones in my ears.

Don't you cry no more…

(So thankfully this chapter was a little longer than the first one, and do you like how I incorporated the song? Hehe I've been doing so much research on this, like I literally looked up small town in Virginia hehe. Welp, hoped you liked it and hopefully see you soon xoxo)