Supernatural AU Chapter 2:
Author's Note: Hey guys! How've you been? This idea has been killing me because I had the idea in school and my brain wouldn't let me think about my work and kept developing the idea in my head. So when I finally got home and typed it I had to take breaks because my Mum was getting a bit worried. Sorry about rambling on. I'm British so sorry if I get anything wrong or it doesn't sound like Sam and Dean. Hope you enjoy anyway!
Disclaimer: I don't Supernatural or any other references I accidentally make. The only person I own is Samantha Porcelli as she is my own character and invention.
No POV:
Dean went into the classroom for Art. He'd gotten a pretty good scope of the place and now didn't really need Sam's help but he didn't want to get rid of her, so he pretended to keep forgetting. The days had gone by in a blur and Dean couldn't believe it was already Friday. Sam was amazing, not just him, but to Sammy as well. He was picking his options and getting ready for GCSE's and she helped him get in with all of the teachers. It was on their first meeting as well. Dean would remember that for a long time. It was the first time Sammy got all of the attention when a girl Dean's age came up to them and real affection not just pretending to love kids.
"Hey Dean!" Sammy called out to him saying goodbye to his friends after another school day. The case had taken longer than expected. The demon was clever and kept moving around, John couldn't track it for long enough. So Sammy actually got to make a few long term friends, or what was classed as long term for the Winchesters. Sammy came running up to him and started speaking rapidly about whatever he'd just been doing. Dean would make regular comments and try to keep up but that kid's mouth moved a hundred miles per minute.
Instead he found himself drifting back to his last History lesson. It was the only class he had with Sam and they talked a lot. Somehow their desks had been placed right next to each other so Dean would try as best he could to kick her chair and jog her writing. She hadn't gotten too mad in the lesson, just occasionally hissing out of the side of her mouth "Stop it!" but that would only encourage Dean more.
Eventually she started to retaliate, only out of spite. They both knew they were joking but there was a kind of ferocity in her eyes, the usual warmth gone and her lip was being bitten as she aimed her kicks. Jet black hair was covering her face as she kept flicking her head back and forth to see if the teacher was looking, the loose strand as she called them were all over her face and she had a hard time pushing them back at the same time as kicking Dean. It was definitely the most fun lesson he'd had that day and he smiled just at the thought of it.
"Dean?" Sammy asked hesitantly, trying to catch his attention again. "Dean, can you hear me? Dean!" Sammy shouted waving his hands over Dean's face bringing him back to reality.
"Sorry Sammy, I just got lost in my thoughts there." Dean apologised.
"You. Got lost in your thoughts? Really? I didn't know you had the concentration." Sammy quipped as they made their way through the car park of the motel.
"Oi! Sammy, getting a bit of a lip on you, you are!" Dean retorted with a smile on his face. He knew that whatever Sam said it couldn't hurt him. But it did make him smile though.
"Hey, Dean! Wait up!" The boys both turned around to see Sam shouting at them and running as fast as she could through the car park. Dean smirked at her with her hair still tied up in that trademark ponytail with the loose strands blowing away from behind her ears in the breeze.
"Who's that? Your girlfriend?" Sammy questioned with a devilish grin on his face. He looked back just to see a car beep its horn at her as she ran past it and she stuck her tongue out at it and kept running towards them.
"No! She's not my girlfriend! She's fighting off contenders anyway." Dean smirked remembering that day in the cafeteria.
"Hey Dean!" Sam sighed, out of breath. "How are you?" Sam smiled, taking deep breaths and bending over to cradle her side.
"I'm good, thanks. Are you alright?" Dean asked looking at her with barely contained laughter on his face.
"What do you think?" Sam looked at him with an incredulous look on her face. The question was rhetorical but Dean opened his mouth to answer anyway. Sam, seeing this, cut him off quickly. "Wait a sec." She breathed out, standing up and regaining her composure. "Hello, I'm Sam. Short for Samantha, but I hate the long version. How are you?" She held out a hand for Sam to shake, which he did a bit hesitantly. "I'm not crazy, I promise! I just saw you guys and had to come say hello because I had to do this!" She shouted and whacked Dean on the head with her hand, hoping she would wipe the ridiculous smile off of his face.
"Ow! What was that for?" He complained, holding his head in his hands and rubbing the spot where she'd whacked him.
"You know why! That whole History lesson, I couldn't make any notes because you just kept kicking my desk!" She gritted her desk as she said the last few words and raised he hand to whack him again, this time on the arm. "I swear, if I fail History…" She trailed off glaring at him menacingly.
"You won't! You work so hard anyway." He spoke the last words matter of factly. He looked at Sammy with a look, flicking his head at Sam and mouthing "Women." And rolled his eyes.
Unfortunately for him Sam saw this and acknowledged it with another whack, on his arm again. "I saw that!" She shouted. "Just because I care about my education and you don't." She trailed off again. "I hope to God you haven't instilled the same bad habits into your younger brother." She glared at him while Sammy spoke up.
"He hasn't. I really care about my education." Sammy spoke amused at the whole ordeal that just unfolded in front of him.
"Good to hear it." Sam smiled at him. "Now, what year are you in?" Sam attempted to make normal conversation.
"9. I'm in year 9." Sammy spoke timidly trying to keep pace as Sam suddenly started to walk inside.
"Ah. Options. How's that going so far? If I'm right you have until February to hand in the final form right?" Sam smiled to her side. Even though he was 3 years younger than her he was still really tall for his age.
"Not so well." Sam admitted. "I don't know what subjects will suit me best to help me get my career." Dean frowned. Why hadn't he told him? And why was he talking like he wasn't going to become a hunter like them? He didn't need to make up some random career for Sam.
"Oh, so you've chosen a career?" Sam was surprised. This kid was very good. "Not many people know what they want to do at this age. That's really impressive. I knew but I didn't know what to pick to suit me best either. Same problem as you really." Sam told him, making Sammy's face light up and they began to talk animatedly about what they wanted to become and why. Dean had no idea why he'd never actually asked Sam before now what she wanted to be but he guessed it was only because they didn't have that sort of relationship with her. They were friends in the jokey, messing about type, not focusing on their futures together because Dean already knew he was going to be a hunter with his Dad and Sammy.
"So, what do you want to be?" Sam asked politely as they made their way into the lobby of the motel and sat down waiting for the person at the desk to go.
"I want to be a lawyer." Sammy spoke like he'd known this for a long time. And he knew when Sammy was lying, it was obvious and this time he wasn't. Dean's insides were twisting up and it was evident on his face but Sam and Sammy were oblivious to this, they were busy talking about the opportunities that come with each course.
Dean started to lag behind a bit now as the disbelief sat on his heart like a heavy weight slowing his every movement. He got lost in his thoughts again. How long had Sammy known this? Was he ever planning on telling anyone? Was he just going to run off one day and leave them both on their own? How was he going to tell Dad? Was he even going to tell Dad? Dean doubted he even meant to let that slip in front of Dean? He probably hadn't even noticed he'd let it slip in front of Dean.
"Well, thanks for giving me that list. I'll talk to these teachers tomorrow. Oh, and are you sure Miss Bright can help me?" Sammy was standing at the door to their motel and talking to Sam about the list she'd given him about teachers to talk to and questions to ask them.
"Don't underestimate her." She smirked at him. "She knows a lot more than most give her credit for." Sam answered cryptically.
"And how do you know all of these teachers so well when you've only been here 2 years? You haven't even spent the amount of time others have but you still know these teachers better?" Sammy questioned, having the answer to more than Dean knew about Sam and having the initiative to ask more when he has the chance. Dean felt like he was about to be crushed under everything. That heavy weight was becoming impossible to hold.
"Because I have conversational skills. Most people don't bother to talk to the teachers, don't even think that they have a life outside of school. You know Miss Clark who comes to our History lesson?" Sam nodded to Dean for confirmation, which he gave a bit dazed from not listening. "She had a husband who died and then she got married again. She also has a ring from her late husband and she keeps it on with the new ring from her current husband. She keeps it as a reminder and she has 3 children in university and one who has given her grandchildren. She also told me about other stuff in her life. Man she has had a crazy life! I also know loads of other stuff about her and other teachers. And it's all because of my conversational skills and because I keep asking questions and talk to them. People love to talk about themselves you know." Sam told them all of this and both of the boys were dumbstruck. She was so clever. And she knew all of the right people, her help was indispensable. Sammy would benefit massively from her help.
"So, why were you here anyway?" Dean asked breaking the awed silence which had caused Sam to look awkwardly at her feet in embarrassment. It was obvious she felt uncomfortable and was extremely glad to have something else to talk about. "I came to visit my Grandma and Grandad. My Grandma is sick and needs help sometimes." Sam explained, only in the last notes Dean heard the tangible sadness in her voice.
"Sorry." Dean felt compelled to say something. The silence had become worse this time.
"Not your fault." Sam said in what would've sounded like a practised voice if it hadn't cracked at the end. She took a few deep breaths and gulped down the tears.
"Well, thanks for your help with Sammy over here." Dean ruffled Sammy's hair and almost broke down himself with the gesture that now felt old, practised and not special anymore. It had lost its meaning now.
"Dean." Sammy moaned. "My name isn't Sammy, its Sam." Sammy tried to correct Dean for the millionth time. Before Dean could retort, Sam came to his rescue.
"Well, that's my name so you might have to keep Sammy." She spoke, all trace of misery and tears gone. Her smile was still happy but it wasn't as bright and seemed a bit forced. Dean made a point not to press it though, she was already tired of the pain like him, and he recognised it so he knew not to speak.
"But Sammy sounds ridiculous!" Sammy complained, throwing his hands about and looking like the child his name insinuated.
"Yeah, well nicknames sometimes get us through life. My other Grandad used to call me Rani. It means Queen in Arabic. And it helped me through his passing." Sam spoke in melancholy tones and then as if realising what she'd said she spoke again "Sorry. I'm being so depressing today. I just, I'm having a hard time. It's no reason for bringing you down as well but it's the only reason I have." Sam choked out.
"See Sammy, my nickname is good for you. Take a leaf out of Sam's book." Dean speaks trying to ignore the glare he receives from Sammy meaning he shouldn't have said that.
"Yeah well, come find me tomorrow if you need help finding the classrooms or something." Sam finishes lamely and walks off muttering bye. Sammy and Dean share a look and enter the room. Now Sam was out of the way and not going to hear this, Dad was probably gone on another hunt… The words come out.
"Were you ever going to tell me?"