Winchester Apologetics

By Maygin

Summary: "Thoughts could leave deeper scarring than almost anything else." –Madame Pomfrey. Young Winchesters story from Dean's POV.

Note: Okay… well I'm really glad to hear this isn't too painful!! I've never written a first person point of view looking back (at least not that I can remember)… so it was really difficult for me to keep it in the present tense and yet still tell the story of yesteryear. I can't tell you how many times I had to change sentences to match the correct tense. So there's a good chance I might've botched it up a few times. Okay, enough talking from me. Thanks for reading!!

Winchester Apologetics

Chapter 2

So the next day, what was it- Thursday? The sun had actually decided to grace us with its presence. So Dad and I were going to go back to the lightening tree that morning and see what we could dig up… literally. Sam had already left for school by the time I had come lumbering downstairs which meant I had no one to annoy; Dad is simply not an option- I value my life too much for that. We were in the middle of carefully removing a sample of the tree's epidermis; in other words: we were ripping a huge piece of bark off with our bare hands, when my cell phone decided to latch onto the nearest signal and chime in.

I left Dad to continue trying to get what is quite possibly the toughest bark I've ever had the displeasure of tearing, off. I had flipped the phone open and despite the tree, was in a generally good mood. "How can Dean please you today?"

"Dean?" I'd know that voice anywhere.

"What's the matter, forget your lunch money?" It was funny at the time.

"No, um actually," I also know that tone; it's the tone of voice Sam gets when he's about to ask for something that he wants me to run interference with on Dad. "I was wondering if it would be okay if I brought a friend home tonight?"

"Like a girlfriend?" I had meant to sound sly but I think it might have come out a bit more surprised. I know Sam's sixteen and all but we aren't typically in one place long enough for him to actually pursue the ladies. And Sammy simply does not participate in casual dating; he seems to like that whole relationship deal. Either way, I almost dropped the phone when I heard his response.

"No, like a guy friend."

"What?" I had yelled (it might have been a squeak) when I'd finally gotten the phone back to my ear.

At least Sam had laughed at that point which clued me in to how stupid I was. "We're working on a project for Ancient History and I figured Dad wouldn't want me to go over to his place, sooo…"

"Yeah, I don't think that'll be a problem. You need a ride?"

"No, Jacen's got a car."

"Does he have a license?"

"Are you serious?" I wasn't really, but as I'd missed out on my morning pestering of the little one I figured I could have my fun now. Sam had sighed at that point; you know which one? The sigh that basically says I'm putting up with you because you're blood. "Yes Dean, he has a license."

"Alright I'll let Dad know. Keep your phone on in case he freaks out though." I'd said that last part as a whisper of course before closing my phone because Dad had just fallen on his ass trying to pull the bark off unsuccessfully and was now pulling a huge axe out of the trunk of the car with deadly intent in his eyes.

Later that night when Dad and I had finally gotten home, with only a very small piece of stupid bark we found Sam and his friend already deeply involved in their little project. Sometime in between his studying Sam had still managed to throw one of those lovely pre-made lasagna's into the oven and it smelled awesome. Dad did a quick overview of the living room where the two geeks had their heads buried in their books; I knew what he was really looking for- he was looking to make sure Sam had hid all our 'tools of trade'. He had.

"How's it goin?" I had asked loudly as I let myself fall onto the couch and more or less rudely interrupting them as all big brothers are required to do. I might have also mussed Sam's hair… I seem to recall a withering glare being sent my way.

"It's good." That was from Jacen, Sam's study-buddy. He'd looked like a nice guy… actually he looked a lot like Sam; long-ish brown hair, lanky, he had blue eyes. The only difference other than the blue eyes was he was about two inches taller than Sam. There had been a moments pause where Jacen and I both kinda of waited for Sam to introduce us but surprise, surprise, the little nerd still had his head buried in his book again and was lost to the rest of us. Well, at least until I had kicked my knee forward and knocked him in the head.

"Yeah?" That's another thing about Sammy, anyone else probably would've been pissed if someone knocked their knee into their head, but not my little brother. No, he's actually used to Dad or I having to throw something at him or hit him to get his attention when he's studying. Dad was kind of the same way when he'd get into a hunt though so I guess you can't argue genes.

"Dinner!" Dad's voice had called from the kitchen. We were always such a formal family.

I of course had leapt off the couch and made a bee-line for the kitchen. I'd barely heard Jacen making sure it was okay that he was intruding on our dinner or something like that. And then Sam's comment about as long as Dean got his food first you'll be okay. Yeah, pretty sure I had kicked him under the table for that one; little brat.

And overall Jacen was your typical nice guy, and he actually had a sense of humor so he was alright in my book. He and Sam seemed to hit it off really well. Later that night I did my brotherly duty and dug a little deeper.

"So, Sammy has a thing for the blue eyes huh?" Sam had simply rolled his eyes; he was in the middle of brushing his teeth. "It's kind of freaky dude, I mean you're practically dating yourself there."

That comment of course had evoked a response. "Shut up." Actually it wasn't that clear of a response because he still had his toothbrush jammed in his mouth, but we'd been brothers a while at that point so we kind of had the whole communication thing down.

"What? Don't wanna talk about it?"

Sammy rinsed his mouth at that point before looking up at me. "Dude, he's just a friend- would you lay off?"

"Touchy, touchy."

"Jerk."

That was my Sammy; he never really got into cussing all that much until after college. So jerk was technically Sammy speak for bitch.

"Bitch." I of course have never had an issue with cussing. And in Dean speak, bitch means bitch. Just remember that in Winchester terms, these are all endearing nick names. "Seriously though, how do you know him?"

"I told you, we're in the same class together and got paired up to do this stupid project."

Now that caused me to pause; Sammy finding a school project stupid? What was the world coming to? He had realized I was staring at him though and paused himself.

"What?" He had given me this innocent look like he really had no clue as to what he'd just said.

I had just shrugged my shoulders and blew it off. "Nuthin." For all I knew Sammy was finally coming around to my view of education.

I'd later regret that non-chalance as it was the point in which I truly think I had started loosing my little brother.

TBC…

Much more to come… I'll try and keep updating this regualar- regularil- regulerly… often.

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