Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything related to it, just writing for your entertainment.
A/N: Sam is 18 years old and Dean is 22 years old. Got any questions!? Let me know. Enjoy.
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"Wake up!" A gruff, demanding voice called out. "Damn it Sam wake the fuck up!" The voice called out louder.
Sam was asleep on the couch, well passed out from the party is more like it. Sam snapped awake at the command and almost fell off the couch. He looked up in fear to see his dad standing over him with a very pissed look on his face. Sam rubbed his eyes and switched his position so that he was sitting up. He looked up at his father.
"Hey what's up?" Sam asked almost timidly.
"What's up! You Sam, being so god damn irresponsible!" John yelled at Sam. This made Sam confused beyond logic because they had been so good…
"I don't understand… Where's Dean?"
"Never mind where Dean is," John demanded. "Sam, look, I know your happy that you graduated, but seriously, coming home drunk! What the hell is wrong with you?"
This made Sam angry, angry to the point that he stood up, and turned almost red in the face. Oh, he was going to give his father a mouth full on this one.
"Oh, its irresponsible for me to come home drunk, hell, but when you or Dean come home smashed, it's perfectly fucking ok huh!?" Sam blurted out without even thinking. He thought he was going to get his ass kicked just by the look on Johns face.
John pointed a finger up at Sam, and in one smooth motion, John reached for his belt but for some reason, Sam was ready. Sam tensed up and as soon as John removed his belt, Sam gripped Johns forearm in a death grip, and twisted John's wrist until the belt fell to the ground.
Sam let go quickly to see his father stare at him with wide, livid eyes. He reached up a hand to smack Sam silly when the door to the apartment creaked open. Dean then walked through with a smile that dropped off the face of the earth when he saw what was going on; Sam tense and ready, Johns hand up ready to strike. Immediately Dean went into protective mode, dropped the bags of breakfast from McDonald's, ran over and grabbed Johns arm with one of his own death grips.
"Dad! Dad, what are you doing?" Dean practically yelled out as John lowered his arm. Sam still stood tense. Ready.
"Never mind… Dean, you got the breakfast?" John asked changing the subject, he suddenly had a rush of guilt overwhelm him for the thought of wanting to hit Sammy. He felt terrible now.
Apparently the boys noticed because Sam relaxed and so did Dean. Sam then looked at Dean, who gave Sam a smile that said nothing would hurt him. Ever. Sam smiled back as he sat down at the kitchen table and started munching on his Egg sandwich. John tried his hand at resolving their problems.
"So Sammy, what do you want to do now that you're out of school?" John asked nervously, hoping for the right answer.
Sam knew what his father wanted to hear, he really did. But it was a question, and Sam was going to answer it.
"I want to go to college."
The atmosphere in the room changed from care free to tense in a quick second. Dean, mouth full of eggs, opened his mouth a little and some spilled out onto his plate. John actually dropped his sandwich onto the table. They were not surprised that Sam had said that, it was how he said it. It was with such confidence, and they knew they could not change his mind.
"Sam…" John started picking his sandwich back up, "You know you cannot go to college, we have to keep hunting evil sonsabitches!" He tried to end it with a smile, but just could not manage.
"Fuck you." Sam simply said. He got up, and walked out of the apartment door.
I knew it! I knew I shouldn't have said anything… Shit, now what am I supposed to do, go back and pretend I didn't say anything? Sam thought as he left the apartment and headed out to the local park. He needed to clear his head.
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Dean was sitting on the living room couch, polishing one of his favorite guns, his Desert Eagle. It was a gift, from Sam when Dean turned 19. The TV was on, but no one was watching it. Sam still had not returned yet and it was almost dark. Dean was beginning to get worried. John came out of the shower and into the living room to find Dean, the TV, and no Sam.
"Has he called?" John asked in his gruffy voice.
"No, Dad, I'm beginning to get worried." Dean said honestly looking back up at his father and setting the gun down.
John let out a long sigh. "Go look for him." He ordered.
"Yes sir."
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Sam was sitting on the swing set at the local park. It was almost dark and he still had not gone home. He was not mad anymore, but thought his brother and father might still be mad at him. He had finally come to the conclusion that he just simply was not going to college, that was it. He had to keep hunting even if he did not want to. He just had to suck it up and move on.
He felt bad about keeping them waiting so long and decided to go home to apologize. As he was walking home, he decided to go into the local mini mart and pick up a few goodies, knowing that they would help not make everyone harp on him. He walked into the store.
"Hey Sam, my man! How are you doing?" The clerk behind the desk asked. He was a good friend of Sam's from school, and hunts.
"Hey Barry, not so bad anymore, you?" Sam replied.
"I'm good, just last week, me and my cousin killed a shape shifter and a wendigo in one week!" Barry replied, he liked to hunt, just like Dean, but was book smart, just like Sam.
"Hey that's great man, you just saved that many more lives." Sam shot back with a smile.
Sam went over to the counter and picked up a few Twix bars for Dean, being his favorite candy, and a King Size bag of Skittles for his dad, his favorites.
On the way home from the store however, Sam had an immense feeling that something was off, wrong. He became so frightened at his own feelings that he started to shake slightly. He started to run. At first. Then it turned into a full sprint to the apartment.
Sam busted through the door. At first, everything looked so normal, but then he saw it, slightly under the couch, and to the left, lay Dean. Not moving. Sam immediately dropped the bag of candies and ran to Dean and started to shake him.
"Dean! Dean please wake up!"
No answer.
"DAD!!"
No answer.
Sam stood up, tears silently falling down his face. His stomach started flipping over on itself. He did not know what to do right now. He fell to his knee's next to Dean.
"Dean… Dean please wake up…"
Dean started to show signs of life. His fingers curled into his palms as he shook his head.
"Sa-Sammy.." Dean coughed out.
"Hold on Dean, let me help you bro." Sam said feeling so guilty
If I was just here…
Sam picked his big brother up and slowly lowered him onto the couch. Sam ran over to where he dropped his bag, got a Twix bar and threw it to Dean, who started to look much happier.
"Hey, thanks Sammy, my favorite!" Dean said happily.
"Dean," Sam started, sitting down next to Dean. "What happened?"
"I don't know, one minute I was cleaning my gun, talking to dad and the next… DAD!?" Dean exclaimed in a shocked voice. Dean started to feel very worried, their dad had not said a word since Sam got home. Their dad did not even seem to be around. "Sammy, where's dad?"
"I-I don't know." Sam said, the same feeling flowing over him. "Tell me what happened first, then we look for dad." Sam demanded trying to keep his mind busy.
"Right, well like I said, I was cleaning my gun, talking to dad when all of a sudden the light went out. And then something threw me off the couch, and I was out. Then you woke me up." Dean finished sounding confused.
Did Sam jut really take charge? Give me a command…? Dean thought.
"Ok, well let's go see where dad is ok?" Sam asked feeling guilty all over again.
"Yeah.. Ok, oh and Sammy?" Dean asked as they got up. Sam turned to look at him. "I'm the one who takes charge around here." Dean said seriously.
"Ok bro." Sam replied, suppressing a smile.
They searched the house from top to bottom and could not find their dad anywhere. They met back in the living room, worried beyond belief. What happened?
"Dean," Sam started once they reached the living room. "look, man I'm sorry about what happened at breakfast, I just really want to go to college."
"Is that why you have been so angry these past few days?" Dean asked carelessly.
"Yes. Because I know you guys will say I can't go." Sam said trying to make eye contact with Dean.
Dean mumbled something about sucking it up.
"Dean come on man, don't ignore me!" Sam stated trying to hold his anger down once again.
"Look, Sammy, dad is MISSING, and you want to talk about why you're mad, no offence, but we need to find dad first." Dean said with finality.
"Right. Your right." Sam said losing yet another battle. Sam just felt so sad now, all he wanted to do was keep this normal life going… but he knew deep, deep down, it was not going to happen. Which made Sam more angry.
"So," Sam said looking up at Dean, "what do we do now?"
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A/N: So what did you think of Chapter 2? Did you like? Please review!
