Dean was sitting in the local library down the street from the motel that he and Sam were staying at. He had his own laptop (brand new to him as he had gotten about a month ago) out beside him as he was looking through old books on the place's ancient lore.
He heard his notification go off that told him he was logged into AIM and then turned his attention to it for a few minutes. He pulled up one of his two friends' profile page and went in search of his intended conversationalist.
"Wayward Son? Really Sammy?" He chuckled and clicked the name and was redirected to the profile that went with the name.
He sent the IM request and waited only a few minutes for his intended to reply. He knew almost instantly when Sam got the message for the reply was.
Wayward Son
Yeah? So I am guessing one of the two is clearly a friend of mine. Unless you managed a 'six ways from' type deal.
Dean snickered and shook his head. "Nope. Not really."
Renegade
lol. Nah. You're friends with Clairvoyant. She and I have known each other a while.
He hit the enter button and turned his attention back to his research when Sam replied.
Wayward Son
So you know Clair? Either you work with her, or you grew up with her. Which is it?
"Nosy little shit." He grinned as he cocked his head to the side to think about his answer. Well both were true...So he stuck with one.
Renegade
Work. I've known her for a while. Though admittedley I haven't seen her in a few years. And I haven't been on AIM in a good long while either...You talked to her recently?
Which wasn't actually true. He had talked to her nearly a week ago. But Sam didn't know this was Dean and for now, it would remain as such.
Wayward Son
About a week ago. She's been pretty busy lately with jobs of her own.
Renegade
So you a hunter then?
Wayward Son
Uh...Yeah. From the fact that you put two and two together I am guessing you are as well.
Renegade
Yeah. I'm workin a case with my partner.
Wayward Son
Ditto. My brother and I have been hunting since I...Well working together since I left school.
Sam seemed a bit out of sorts with that answer...Oh well. Dean shrugged as he hit enter.
Renegade
You're brother? What's he like?
Wayward Son
He's...Crazy. Funny. Full of shit. Full of himself. My best friend. The only person I trust anymore, other than our 'Uncle'.
Well who couldn't trust Bobby? "I am not full of shit. Nor am I full of myself." He scoffed as Sam typed something else.
Wayward Son
He'd like your name. Renegade is his favorite song by Styx.
"Aww, Sammy, you remembered."
Renegade
Sounds like you brother has good taste in music.
Wayward Son
Yeah. He thinks so...I just tend to rag on him about his 'Mullet Head Rock.' Not to mention his eating habbits...
Dean nodded a bit. Sam did tend to do that a lot. But the music thing had become less and less after a while. But the food nagging was still a constant...
Renegade
Looks to me as if you really care about him.
Wayward Son
Yeah. I do...More than I should probably...
"Here we go." Dean almost rubbed his hands together in glee as he replied.
Renegade
Whadda ya mean?
Wayward Son
Nothin really...Just that I seem to care more about my brother than I should...
Dean bit his bottom lip a bit and chewed absent mindedly as he typed out his next words.
Renegade
Perhaps in a not so brotherly way?
Wayward Son
Sure...We'll go with that...
Dean cocked his head to the side and read that. Sam had taken his time in response, so that meant yes to the elder. But until Sam trusted Renegade enough, he wouldn't push the issue.
Renegade
How about a subject change?
You seem to like Kansas. What with the name and all.
Wayward Son
Thanks.
And yeah. I just kind of thought the name fit for me a bit...I kind of left my dad and brother behind to go to Standford...I think my brother would agree that I was the Wayward Son...He was always the perfect soldier. Always did what Dad told him to without question. Me? I had to question everything...And I got fed up with it. I wanted out...
Renegade
What made you go back?
Wayward Son
At first it was revenge. The same thing that killed my mom killed my girlfriend. So I wanted revenge, like my dad did. It consumed me...
My brother was the one that did what I couldn't do...He killed the damned demon...
Dean read that and cocked a brow. "At first? Then what was it that made you stay?" He wondered allowed to himself as he typed,
Renegade
Do you hate him for it? For taking your revenge from you?
Sam seemed to be thinking that through and it made Dean wonder if Sam did hate him or not. Then Wayward Son replied.
Wayward Son
No. I can't say that I do. He had just as much reason to want the fucker dead as I did.
That made Dean smile slightly. He himself hadn't thought about that.
Renegade
Oh?
Wayward Son
Yeah. Our family was taken from us. Both our parents. The Demon killed our mom when I was 6 months old and took our dad when I was about 23. So my brother had as much right to the revenge as I did.
"I guess I never saw it like that." He sighed as he typed away at his keyboard.
Renegade
I see.
So back to the topic...You rag on him for his taste in music, yet, with a name like Wayward Son, you like- what was it you called it?- Mullet Head Rock as well.
Wayward Son
It would seem that way. Yeah, I guess after a particuallarly bad hunt, I started to listen to it more and more...I mean, I still think I have better taste in music than he does, but I do have my favorites...Carry on my Wayward Son is one of them in fact.
"A particullarly bad hunt, huh?" He wanted to ask what hunt that was, but Dean figured he might have a pretty good idea. "My last." He sighed a bit. Picking to stick with music for a few he continued.
Renegade
Do you like Styx?
Wayward Son
Yeah. Renegade is one of my favorites as well. So I can't say I blame him too much for that one.
Renegade
So what other music do you like?
While AIM informed Dean that Wayward Son was typing he took these few moments to read over what he needed until:
Wayward Son
Well...I do like a lot of Rock. Like AC/DC, Styx, Kansas, and Metallica. But that last has to do mostly with my brother's car. Don't ask. Long story. I also like a bit of Pop...some any way. I like Jazz. A bit of classical. And some country...Though that depends on the song really. And for most of the music I listen to, it all depends on what I am in the mood for.
Dean chuckled a bit as he read that part having to do with Metallicar. Nice. "So that's why he likes Metallica. Cool." He found he could agree on the country. They did have some good songs. And he had heard a few pop songs. He didn't listen to much jazz, and you wouldn's catch him dead listening to classical.
Renegade
Ah. Well, I like a bit of country too. Not much, but there are a few good songs that I've come across. I haven't heard much jazz really..My partner knows that stuff better than I do. He also likes a bit of classical. But me, I tend to stick with the rock. And a bit of pop
Wayward Son
What else do you want know?
A few moments after he hit enter, Dean's phone vibrates in his pocket. Hitting the accept button he put the electronic device to his ear, "What's up Sammy?" He asked in a hushed tone. "I'm hungry. Why don't you pick up some pizza on your way back?" Dean's stomach seemed to be in slight agreement with his little brother. "And some beer. I killed the last one." Dean pouted and his voice got a bit louder at that, "Aw, man! You killed the beer!" He heard Sam give a laugh as a librarian shushed him. Making an 'oops' face he quieted down again, "Alright, pizza and beer. You want me to pick you up a salad Samantha?" He could almost hear the eye roll as Sam replied, "Nah, I'm craving pizza." Cool beans! Sam wanted something not healthy for once! "Alright, I'm gonna finish my research and I'll pick up dinner on my way home. Later." With that he hung up and hit enter on his keyboard.
Renegade
What kinds of hobbies do you have? I mean other than hunting that is. Unless that's all you do really. I tend to sleep a lot. If I can.
Wayward Son
Yeah, hunting is all I know anymore. I do read a bit. But I've only got like two books at the moment, so I haven't been reading much.
Renegade
What books do you have?
He knew the answer, and he decided that he would get Sam a new book while he was out still as well.
Wayward Son
Interview with a Vampire and The Vampire Lestat.
He may give Sam shit for that, but still. The boy had half decent taste in books. And Dean kind of liked Anne Rice. Although, not for her vampire novels. He grinned a bit as he replied.
Renegade
Stanford boy reading Anne Rice. That's hot.
He could almost imagine Sam's face turning bright red at that.
Wayward Son
Yeah, well my brother makes fun of me for it. His favorite thing to say about it is "You got a full ride to Stanford just to read crappy vampire novels? What the fuck Sammy?" Mind you, I know he's only messing with me. He does that. Likes to make fun of me.
And I admit, half the time, I like it. It lets me know that I'm still his little brother.
"Then I should make fun of you more often." What was he talking about, half his life was picking on Sam.
Renegade
So it doesn't bother you when he picks on you?
Wayward Son
Sometimes. But not all the time. When its really quiet and nobody has said anything for the last hour or more, then he's gotta do something to get me to talk to him. So picking on me or making fun of something about me- like my hair- gets the conversations started.
Renegade
Your hair? What is it freakishly long?
"Yes. Boy needs a damned hair cut." He mutters to himself as he then laughs at Sam's next reply.
Wayward Son
My brother seams to think so. Its part of why he calls me Samantha. That and Francis...Although that's my middle name. He just thinks it funny.
He couldn't help but laugh a bit more as he replied.
Renegade
Your name is Sam Francis? Wow. Sounds like you got the short end of the stick there buddy.
Wayward Son
Yeah...Samuel Francis. And anytime I order a half-caf double vanilla latte he makes fun of me for it by calling me Francis because he swears up and down I'm gay. Even though he knows that I'm not.
Renegade
Sounds like a douche to me.
Dean noted then that Sam seemed to have started typing rather quick.
Wayward Son
He's not! He's just Dean. Its just how he is...
Sam was quick to defend. Huh...
Renegade
Wow there buddy. Didn't mean to offend. I was just sayin, its what it sounds like to me. Now, I don't know your brother, but it sounds to me like he gets his rocks off on making fun of you. You say he calls you gay and yet he knows your not. How many girls have you gotten?
Wayward Son
Since the appocolypse and Lucifer going back to hell? Maybe three.
Renegade
What about him?
Dean noticed that Sam didn't answer right away. Which meant he was thinking. So Dean continued his research and jotted a few things down. When Sam did reply Dean had what he figured was enough to get them by.
Wayward Son
Two that I can remember. His potential third was my third. She liked me better.
"She did not!" He pouted. Then he remembered how he had indeed turned on all the charm but the little blonde just seemed far more interested in his shy younger brother. And hell, could he blame her? God no! Sam was hot!
Renegade
Nice. So it sounds to me like he's just jealous of your charm.
Wayward Son
I doubt it. Girls tend to gravitate to him more than they do me. It seems they like the bad boy thing better than me. Dean says I'm too shy. And maybe I am. But when I'm interested in a girl, I actually want more than just ass. And thats why he calls me gay.
And Dean knew this. And he envied Sam for it. The only girl he had connected with had been Cassie. And admittedly, he still held a torch for her. But he also missed Lisa. And Ben. But he had Sam back and wouldn't trade that for the world.
Renegae
Ah. Like I said. Jealous. You connect with girls on more than a sexual level. You go for the intelectual level as well. Right?
Yeah. That's right he knew big words like 'intelectual.' He snickered a bit to himself as Sam replied.
Wayward Son
Yeah actually. I like actually getting to know a person before I determine wether or not I might want to date them.
Dean licked his lips a bit as he then typed in:
Renegade
So...Would you consider dating me?
After a minute of Sam not answering Dean was about to ask if he was still there when:
Wayward Son
I hardly know you. All I know about you is your taste in music, and that you're a hunter.
So I wouldn't be able to make that decision unless I got to know you better.
Nodding, Dean looked at his watch and then picked up his phone to call Sam again. He was greeted with an, "Yeah Dean?"
"Sorry its taking so long Sammy, I'm about done here." Dean closed several of the many books surrounding him and shifted in his seat a bit. "You said you wanted pizza. Any specific toppings you want?" He let Sam think as he quietly hit the enter button on his typed reply.
Renegade
Alright. Fair enough. lol. So why don't you get to know me? But that may have to wait. My partner is complaining about food. Will you be on later?
When Sam replied with, "Just pepperoni and cheese." Dean nodded, "Alright Sam, I'll call in the order now and pick it up on my way there." He heard a movement against the phone and then, "Alright Dean, be careful bro." Sam had hung up and replied to Renegade then.
Wayward Son
I probably will be. Just IM me, I'll answer. My brother and I are pretty much in for the night. I'll leave AIM on and talk to you later.
Renegade
Alright. Later Sam. Hope to talk again soon.
With that he logged off and stowed his computer in the black bag he had bought to go with it. Returning all the books he had used to their respective shelves he then grabbed his notes, computer, and phone and left the library. As he walked out he placed an order for an extra large pizza and told them he'd pick it up. With that done he slid into Metallicar and started her engine. He made the pit stop to pick up beer and saw that the conveniance store had a book rack. Looking it over he saw that they had 'Queen of the Damned.' Grinning he picked up the book and tucked it under his arm. "Talk about luck." He chortled as he payed for book and beer. When he got to the pizza place his order was ready so he payed and picked it up then headed for the motel.
It was about thirty minutes later that Dean walked in the door and saw that Sam was frowning at his screen. With Pizza balanced precariously in one hand and the six pack of Budweiser clasped in the other he closed the door with a light snap. "What's up Sammy?" He asked as he walked over and slid the pizza box onto the table behind Sam's computer. "You look confused." Which wouldn't surprise him.
Hazel eyes looked up at him as he finished his sentence. "We seem to have a combination of hunts here."
Dean too frowned and cocked his head to the side, "Que?" He quipped in spanish as he pulled a slice of pizza from the box.
"Yeah. But it seems the main problem- and you're gonna love this- is witches."
Dean frowned darkly around his bite of pizza. "Stupid fucking witches." He grumbled. After a moment he asked, "The other problem?"
Sam gave a sigh and pulled up what looked like a video. It was for their current job. Motioning for Dean to take his place, Sam rose and grabbed a slice of pizza and a beer, walking into the small kitchenette dealy.
"Looks like there may be a shifter involved as well." As he said this he bit into his dinner and used the counter to pop the top on his bottle off.
Dean glanced up as Sam was opening his beer and cocked a brow, "How'd you do that?" he nearly whined. Sam had done that so many times in the past and he never could get the counter to catch the lid right. Sam just gave a cocky grin in reply as he took a swig of the drink.
Dean frowned and went back to watching the video. Sure enough, after two minutes, he saw the person of interest look towards the camera and watched as her eyes flared. Shaking his head he was about to say something to Sam when he noticed that the other wasn't in the room.
Spotting Sam in the bathroom at the sink he shrugged a bit and spotted an AIM chat box in the task bar. Pulling it up he read through it swiftly and smirked a bit. "Wayward Son?" Really Sam?" He chuckled lightly and heard Sam do like wise. Dropping the chat box back down as Sam walked back in he asked, "So who's Renegade?" He propped himself back a bit in the chair, lifting the two front legs off the floor a bit.
"Just a new friend on AIM." Was the shrugged reply. "Found me through Clair. He's a hunter." Sam dropped down to the chair across from Dean and pulled his computer to him while grabbing another slice of Pizza.
"Well? What'd you two talk about?" Sam shrugged again before replying, "Music, books, hunting, you." Dean raised a brow at the last. "Me?" Sam nodded and then Dean snapped his fingers, "That reminds me! Be right back." With that Dean was out of chair and out the door. Pulling open the back driver's side door he grabbed his computer bag and stuffed the book he had bought Sam into it.
Walking back inside he smiled, "Sorry, forgot my computer in the car. And..." He paused and reached into the pocket he had stowed the book. Pulling it out he tossed it to Sam. "Happy Birthday."
Sam was looking down at the book that he managed to snag from the air before it hit him in the head. "Queen of the Damned." He read off the title. "Dean-"
"I figured since, your birthday is in a couple of days, I'd get you a new book. And since you like crappy vampire novels," He paused and chuckled a bit, motioning to the book in his brother's hand, "I decided on Anne Rice as it was better than Twilight." He saw Sam make am amused face and nod at that one. "And you kind of needed the next one in the set. Even though, I'm pretty sure Queen of the Damned, is after Pandora, but I couldn't find Pandora so you'll have to deal with that one." He gave a bit of a grin as Sam looked up at him.
"Thank you Dean."
"Don't mention it." Dean smiled now and set himself up on his bed, with his laptop across his thighs. Turning his computer on he let it load as he slid off the bed to get the beer he had neglected earlier. As he sucked down some of the beer he watched his brother for a minute.
Sam was sitting at the table with his eyes glued to the computer screen. Dean chuckled a bit as he walked over and leaned over his brother's shoulder. "So, this Renegade," He scanned the profile page Sam was looking at. "You seem pretty interested in him." Sam shrugged, "You like guys?" Dean looked at his brother's profile to see a pink flush run over Sam's cheek.
"And this is why I don't discuss my personal life with you Dean." The elder frowned at his brother's words. "You constantly make fun of me for it." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Sam, I've seen you with girls. Hell I've walked in on you with girls more times than I care to remember." He stood back up straight and sighed. "So I know you're not gay Sammy." He shrugged and chuckled a bit. "I just wanted to confirm the theory I had."
Dean watched Sam look up at him with a frown and a raised brow. "Theory?" Sam seemed a bit nervous, "What theory?" Dean shrugged again and lifted the bottle to his lips. "That you're bi." Sam's mouth formed into a small 'O' as Dean drank from his bottle. "How long have you known?" Sam turned back to his computer.
Dean looked back at the profile page over Sam's shoulder. "Not too long, I suspected back in Tulsa." He shifted his shoulders a bit at the memory. He hadn't really liked the way the guy had been all over his baby brother. "Considering you didn't shift away too much from Blondie at the bar."
Sam gave a chuckle and a nod, "Yeah, I'm glad that he didn't try to persue what he thought was chemistry." Dean saw the taller visibly shudder. "He was cute and all, but damn he was annoying." Dean chuckled a bit as he made his way back to his bed. Looking at his computer he watched a moment as AIM automatically logged him on.
He looked up as he heard a door opening issue from Sam's computer. "What the hell was that?"
"Someone logging on on AIM." Sam's eyes darted to his AIM window.
"Was it your boyfriend?" Dean smirked as he settled in confortably against the headboard. As he pulled his computer to his lap he watched Sam's face turn pink. "Kidding Sammy. Just kidding."
"He's not my boyfriend, but yes, it was Renegade." Dean smirked a bit as he went about his nightly internet parusal.
With that same smirk in place he started a new IM session with Wayward Son.
Renegade
Hey hotty. What are you doin?
Wayward Son
Blushing at the moment. My brother was making fun of me for something and then you calling my hotty was not helping the blush go away.
Dean snickered and grinned at his screen as he replied. Glancing up when Sam looked away from him he saw that indeed Sam was still blushing.
Renegade
What was he making fun of you for this time?
Wayward Son
He saw our conversation. When you logged on he heard the sound effect and asked what it was. When I told him it was the sound of someone logging on he asked me, and I quote, "Was it your boyfriend?" Which made me blush for some reason. I told him you aren't my boyfriend but yes it was you that had logged on.
Renegade
Why did that make you blush?
Wayward Son
Because he now knows that I'm bi and it makes me a bit nervous at the moment...And I'm almost afraid...No..nevermind...
Dean read and muttered under his breath, "I efifng hate when you do that Sam." He could feel his brother's eyes on him now, "You alright De?" Dean's fingers faltered on the keyboard a moment as he looked up at Sam, "Huh? Oh yeah. I'm good." Dean flashed his usual flirty smirk and returned his eyes to his screen unknowing that Sam's heart was beating a mile a minute.
Renegade
Come on. Tell me. Almost afraid of what? Trust me, I won't say anything to anyone Sammy.
Wayward Son
Its Sam.
Only Dean calls me that.
I'm almost afraid that he'll find out.
Dean watched as each sentence popped up. Too bad I am Dean you Guber. He grinned mentally, But you don't know that. Afraid I'll find out what Sam? Oh. Right. Sam's question made him want to snicker. "Are you in a chat room with live porn Dean?" He laughed a bit as he continued to type, "Nah. No porn. bu I am in a chat room. Its pretty interesting. All kinds of people. Sadly though, it gets a bit crowded." He heard Sam chuckle as he hit enter.
Renegade
Find out what Sam? Oh. Right. Yeah. I remember now. Those not so brotherly feelings.
Would it be so bad if he found out? I mean, what if he felt the same way?
Wayward Son
Yeah. It would be so bad.
My brother, Dean Winchester, the skirt-chasing ladies man?
He's all about the women. If its got nice boobs and a bangin body, he'll do her.
Dean read that and frowned a bit. Was that really how Sam saw him?
Renegade
Wow.
Dean hit enter and looked across the room at Sam. His eyes focused on those features as Sam read the reply. Dean heard the younger sigh and then watched as he looked up, "What?"
Raising an eyebrow he shook his head and pointed at his screen, "Nothin. Just starin' off inta space till chika replies." That seemed to satisfy Sam for his attention returned to his own laptop.
Wayward Son
What?
Renegade
Just the way you say that. It really sounds like you're jealous.
Dean watched Sam again and when he didn't get a reply after a full minute or two he typed:
Renegade
Sammy?
Wayward Son
Its Sam.
Sorry. I was thinking.
Renegade
About?
Wayward Son
Maybe I am jealous.
Renegade
Why?
Dean waited for Sam to reply by checking his email. As he was replying to an email from Bobby he glanced up and saw that Sam was frowning at his screen again. So he pulled the chat back up.
Renegade
Sam? You alive over there? Why are jealous?
He was rewarded by hearing the click of his brother's keyboard. "You okay over there Sammy? You sound a bit upset, with the typing and the slamming of the space bar." He asked this as his chat box flashed in the task bar. He had turned off most AIM sounds.
Sam was looking at him with a bit of a frown now, "Nah Dean, I'm fine. Just...a bit over exuberant is all." Dean just raised an eyebrow and nodded.
Wayward Son
Because. Dean will go after any skirt that shows interest. If she's smokin, he'll get lucky. Or at least he'll try. And if he strikes out, he'll try another girl. How the fuck can I compete with that? Besides...What does it matter? He has no interest in guys, hence, no interest in me. And for another thing, its wrong on so many levels! I'm his brother for fucks sake! I mean really, its bad enough I'm going to hell, but now I'm pretty sure I have a fucking reservation in the special Hell for twats like me that are stupid enough to fall in love with their brothers!
He furrowed his brow as he read this, and Sam seemd to notice for he spoke up, "My turn, you okay Dean? You looked confused." Dean nodded and started to type away his own reply, "Yeah, this chick is kinda strange is all. Its all good." Keeping his eyes on the screen he gave Sam his flirty grin and heard the sigh clear across the room as Sam typed something and slammed the enter button.
Wayward Son
And then he doesn't even know what the hell that damned cocky grin does to me! GAH! The fucker!
He read that and hit enter to his first reply before adding a second.
Renegade
Twats? Interesting way to put it...And how can you be sure that you'll go to Hell, Sammy? I mean what if god doesn't see it as wrong? And how do you know he has no interest in guys? Have you ever tried talking to him about it? Okay, obviously not since you said he just figured it out that you're bi. And maybe you don't have to compete. If it makes you so jealous, why not give him a taste of his own medicine? Make him jealous. And maybe, if you find out he does have an interest in guys, you can see if he has an interest in you.
Cocky grin? What? Does it turn you on or something?
"Yes! Yes it does damn it!" Sam errupted from across the room. Okay then...that answers that..."What does?" Dean was looking at the younger, trying to keep the grin off his lips. "You okay Sammy? You seem, a bit aggitated." It seemed that Sam had to force himself to look away as he shrugged and waved a hand at Dean and used the other to run through his brown locks, "Yeah, Dean, I'm fine. Just..." Sam paused with another sigh and Dean watched him shake his head, "Just go back to your chat room."
Dean noted that Wayward Son had started typing again as Sam looked away from him to reply.
Wayward Son
It does more than that.
When that grin is focused on me, it fills me with a warmth that I only feel when Dean is around. When he uses that grin on me, I feel like a bumbling idiot trying to pick up a girl for the first time in middle school. I feel like a teenager with his first crush. I know I sound like a fucking girl but right now, I don't give a rat's ass! That's how Dean makes me feel.
Dean sat watching his brother as he typed away. Wondering when he should say something to Sam...For now though, he would wait.
I guess I know how all the women he's been with feel. That stupid grin can melt the hearts of even the most hardened old crones.
Dean gave a snort as he read the last part of that. Looking at Sam again he saw that the younger was intent on ignoring him for now so he chewed on his bottom lip and asked,
Renegade
I'm sorry. You wanna talk about something else?
Wayward Son
Yeah. Sure. Like what?
Renegade
I see, here on your profile page that your birthday is in two days. What are you gonna do for it?
Wayward Son
Probably hunt. If this case Dean and I are on isn't over by then I'll be stuck hunting on my birthday again.
Not that I would be doing anything special anyway. Dean would most likely take me to a bar, try to get me either drunk, laid, or drunk and laid.
Either way, not my idea of a fun birthday.
He grinned a bit as he read that. Well Sam knew him well. But he wanted to know what the other would like to do. Maybe give him an idea at least.
Renegade
What is your idea of a fun birthday?
Or rather what would you like to do for your's?
"Good Question Renegade." Dean looked up at Sam now and asked, "What's a good question?" Hazel eyes looked over at him now, "Renegade asked me what I'd want to do for my birthday." A smirk spread across Dean's lips as the thought Did he now? crossed his mind. He watched Sam shake his head and look back to his screen.
Wayward Son
Just hanging out with Dean for once. No horrific consumption of copius amounts of alcohol for once. I mean, sure, maybe a bottle of Jack or somethin. Maybe a good movie and pizza. Just...hanging out. No work. No hunting. For one night. That's all I want for my birthday.
Dean lifted his beer to his lips now and as he read Sam's reply. Movies, pizza, and a bottle of Jack. Got it. He was brought from his thoughts as he set the bottle aside and Sam asked, "So who are you talking to Dean?"
He pulled his email back up, finished his reply to Bobby, submitted it and went back to AIM to reply. "A couple people actually." Was the reply as he typed something. "Like I said, I'm in an online chat room. And there are multiple people in here."
Renegade
That sounds like a good day to me.
Wayward Son
Yeah, but that won't happen because this hunt is an ass kicker. We have to deal with more than one stupid thing here.
Damned witches and their stupid black magic...
Renegade
Oh?
Wayward Son
Yeah, we've got witches, and a shifter here to contend with. It sucks ass. Dean hates witches, and I hate shifters.
Renegade
Why do you hate shifters? I mean, I know why I hate them and I can understand why he would hate witches. They give me the creeps. All that damned black magic. Ugh...
"Hey Dean, Renegade shares your opinion on witches." Dean gave a light laugh and wondered why exactly Sam would hate shifters. Aside from the obvious.
Wayward Son
Well, I hate shifters because one took the form of my brother once and tried to kill me. Then it fucking kidnapped me and again tried to kill me. Among other things...
Among other things? What the hell? What the fuck did that shit head do to his brother?
Renegade
Other things?
Wayward Son
I'd rather not get into it...I don't want to relive it...Again...
He didn't...In my form? That no good piece of shit! If it wasn't already dead Dean would hunt it down again and torture it for the things it did to his Sammy!
Renegade
Oh. I think I get it...I'm sorry.
Wayward Son
Yeah. I still haven't told Dean about that. And I don't plan on it...
Dean picked up his beer and downed a bit more of it as he watched Sam. When those Hazel eyes looked up he saw the pain in them, but the voice was light as Sam quipped, "Take a picture Big Brother, it'll last longer." He knew the grin was forced but he snorted in amusement and put his bottle aside again and Sam returned to his computer.
Wayward Son
So. Tell me a bit more about yourself Renegade. All I know is that you're a friend of Clair's and you're a hunter that likes to rock and roll.
Renegade
Well...what do you want to know?
Wayward Son
Do you read? Or are you all about the hunt like my brother?
I read. Dean thought as he typed. Just not when you're around.
Renegade
I read. Some. Not a lot, but I do read.
My favorite book so far is Constantine. Its so far the most acurate. Even if it isn't as acurate as what we deal with. I also have read some Edgar Allan Poe. But if anyone other than you knows that, I'd deny it to the day I died.
Dean couldn't help it. He smiled as Sam started to laugh. "Now what's so funny?" He inquired watching the younger as he gasped out his answer, still laughing, "Just Renegade, he reminds me so much of you!" Without speaking Dean asked how with a tilt of his head and a raised brow.
"Just what he said, I asked if he reads and he told me that he owns Constantine, but will deny liking Edgar Allan Poe." Dean chuckled a bit as Sam continued to laugh at Renegade(him).
Renegade
Why do I get the feeling you're laughing at me?
Dean was surprised when Sam's laughter redoubled and he fell from his chair. "Oh! Shit! Sammy you okay over there?"
It seemed that all Sam was able to do as he laughed at Renegade was lifting a hand into the air and giving Dean a thumbs up. The shorter found this amusing now as he joined Sam in laughter.
After a few minutes of laughing Dean calmed himself enough to type another comment.
Renegade
You are aren't you? -frowns- I'm gonna log off if you keep that up.
Dean continued to snicker a bit as he hit enter and waited for Sam to return to his chair.
Wayward Son
No! I'm not laughing. I promise! Just ask my brother! :D
Dean bit his bottom lip hard to keep from laughing as he read that.
Renegade
I have a feeling if I ask him, if I knew him and if he had an AIM account, then he would probably tell me that you were laughing at me.
Hitting enter he heard Sam laugh a bit again.
Wayward Son
Most likely. He likes getting me into trouble.
Dean snorted a bit and replied.
Renegade
Anything else you wanna know chuckles?
Wayward Son
What kind of movies do you like?
Renegade
Depends on my mood really. And what my partner feels like putting up with. You?
Dean was starting to wonder if Sam was writing a novel over there and was about to comment on that when his computer flashed at him. Clicking the message box to open it he read.
Wayward Son
I find B grade horror movies entertaining. My brother and I...well we used to sit and watch them all the time. We'd watch them and laugh at how they got everything wrong or point out flaws in plans. It was fun. Hell we don't do that a whole lot any more...He and I...We're just starting to get back on solid ground...I uh...I miss how easy it all used to be. Now...Its like both of us are walking on egg shells around each other. I don't know when he's just gonna randomly blow up and go back to Lisa, and he doesn't know if I've still got Lucifer in my head...Can't say I blame him really. If it weren't for the fact that I'd be able to feel the fucker, I'd be worried about that to...
I also like to watch some of the newer horror flicks. Pretty much do the same thing with them that Dean and I used to do with the B grades. Too bad I never get to watch them with him anymore...
Reading that he could feel his throat clog up a bit, and his eyes start to well. Fighting the urge to cry (not something he did a lot of anymore and he refused to do it now) he typed his reply and hit enter.
Renegade
Sounds like you and he need to talk Buddy. But for now...Lets try and change the topic, huh? Don't want you getting upset. I like talking to you.
Wayward Son
Kay. Yeah. Good idea. What do you want to talk about?
Dean watched his brother for a second before typing:
Renegade
Anything you want, Tiger.
As he hit enter he winced a bit and wondered if that would give him away. But it didn't for all Sam replied with was:
Wayward Son
-blushes- Kay...
Renegade
Why the blush?
Dean again found his eyes watching Sam for a moment and then the taller looked up at him and blushed again. "Somethin' wrong Sammy?" The Winchester in question just shook his head and quickly returned to his computer screen.
Wayward Son
Dean called me that on occasion. And...-blushes- I kind of liked the way it sounded when he said it...But...He hasn't called me that in a long time now, so I guess you just caught me off guard is all.
Dean read that, smirked slightly and nodded.
Renegade
Ah. I see. Again, I think that the two of you need to talk. Just my opinion.
Okay, how in the hell do we always end up talking about your brother?
Wayward Son
To hell if I know...Find a different topic. You pick it. Or we'll end back on Dean again.
Renegade
Yeah...Obsessed much?
Wayward Son
Whatever. Pick a topic damnit. :)
Dean chuckled a bit and did just that.
The night progressed in this manner. Sam and Dean chatting back and forth on AIM and Sam was none the wiser that it was his brother with whom he was chatting.
Wayward Son
Okay, I need to log. Dean and I have a job to deal with in the morning.
Dean too had looked at the clock and nodded. Yeah. Time for sleep.
Renegade
Yeah, my partner and I as well. Talk to you later then? If we can get on that is. I'm not gonna promise much right now, I don't know how our jobs are lined up right now.
Wayward Son
Yeah. Same here. I'll talk to you soon.
Dean read that and could almost hear what was missing. So he typed::
Renegade
I hope. Night Sammy.
And before Sam could reply he logged off and let his computer shut down. He gave a quiet laugh when he heard Sammy's, "It's Sam." As he too shut his computer down.
Giving a loud groan and a stretch he put his computer away and walked over to his brother. "What, Renegade using my nickname?" He ruffled Sam's hair as he walked to the still opened pizza box. "It's Sam damn it." Dean grinned into his bite of pizza and watched as Sam flopped onto his bed fully clothed. "Not a good idea to sleep that way Sammy." Dean finished off his pizza in a few bites and walked over to Sam's bed, smacking his shod foot. "Come on, get ready for bed." A muffled "Make me." issued from Sam's pillow and Dean smirked. "Alright, fine. But to be fair, I haven't had to do this since you were little Sammy." And with that he reached down and quickly removed Sam's boots.
When he placed his hands on Sam's hips, perfectly intent on finishing his task, Sam shot up like an arrow. "Okay! I got it!" Those eyes were wild at the moment and Dean had the urge not only to laugh but to kiss Sam as well. "Hey, you told me to make you." He grinned instead and walked to his own bed, shucking of his shirt and jeans, leaving himself in only his boxers.
Dean could feel Sam's eyes on him as he tossed clothing aside. With a grin on his face, back still to Sam he stretched and groaned a bit again and crawled into his bed.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sam bite his lip and he grinned into his pillow. Oh yeah. Sam was hooked.