A/N: I would just like to start by addressing Lisa Paris and Anon's reviews. I don't think I've ever visited the website that contains the story similar to this. In fact, I didn't check on this website but I thought that there would have been quite a few stories like this after the 'Supernatural' episode 'What Is And What Should Never Be'. I really don't know what to say (or write) to show how earnest I am, but I do not plagiarise people's work, and if I did, I would like to think that I'd at least change the title of the story. I am sorry that me and Lisa Paris seem to have had similar ideas - although yours is more original as it didn't sound to me like you wrote it for a particular fandom, whereas I used 'Supernatural' and the obvious 'be careful what you wish for' theme as the basis for this story. What I would like to say, though, is that I'm not going to go on that website and read Lisa Paris's story, because frankly, I'm a bit scared now! I'm sorry that the beginnings are similar, and I hope that the rest of the story isn't.
Thank you to everyone for their reviews, they were very encouraging. And you get to find out what happened to Dean in this chapter!! It will be explained more (kind of) in the next chapter, and there will be more Confused!Sam. Future chapters will have more detail on how much Sam's life has changed without Dean, because, as some of you were saying in your reviews, let's face it, life without Dean would be pretty damn hard, especially for Sam, with no one there to stand between him and his Dad and his 'crusade'. Intrigued? You should be ... or rather, I hope you are. Please read, review, and above all, enjoy. Constructive criticism appreciated.
Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 3
When Sam walked into his History lesson at ten o'clock instead of at nine o'clock in the morning, the teacher almost dropped her chalk in shock.
"Erm, sorry I'm late, Miss Morgan," Sam apologised, desperately trying to think of an excuse, "I, um … er … overslept." It may have been the most terribly delivered lie he had ever told (though in his defence, he'd only realised he'd need to give a reason for his tardiness a few moments ago), but the teacher didn't seem to care.
"Well, I can't say it's not a surprise to see you today, Sam," Miss Morgan said as Sam sat down in a seat beside Evan Housley, one of his friends at school, trying to nod hello at him, but Evan was staring at the teacher.
Sam blinked at Miss Morgan.
"Huh?" he said, eloquently. Dumbass, he thought to himself. The class giggled.
"Well, I mean, since you joined this school, I've only seen you in two of my lessons. This is the third. We've had twelve," Miss Morgan said, her voice quite cold.
Sam blinked at her, surprised. What the hell? Since he'd started this school two weeks ago, he had been to every single class! What was she even on? Sam had never skipped a lesson in his life.
"But I've been-"
"If I may carry on with my lesson, Sam," the teacher interrupted him loudly, and he felt himself blush as most of the class laughed.
"Hey man," Sam whispered to Evan when Miss Morgan resumed teaching, "what did I miss?"
Evan shot him a surprisingly dirty look and hissed, "Don't talk to me, freak!"
Sam's eyes widened slightly. What? Him and Evan had been perfectly fine yesterday. They'd become fast friends almost as soon as Sam and his family had moved here, and got on really well. Why was Evan calling him a freak?
This must be Dean's doing, Sam told himself, not wanting to think of the idea that it could be so much more, his stomach twisting uncomfortably. It must be Dean. Dean must have … somehow … done something to make Sam's class go all weird, and Dad was probably playing along.
Sam got through the History lesson without anything else weird and out-of-the-ordinary happening, only he seemed to be getting more hostile looks from his classmates than he had in the past two weeks of school, and he really couldn't figure out why, so he just automatically placed the blame on Dean.
What was strange, though, was that every teacher he had that day had the same reaction to him being there as Miss Morgan – they had all given him a surprised look and some had commented about how nice it was to see him for the first time that week or whatever, even though it was Thursday and Sam had attended those lessons before, and didn't understand why the teachers hadn't realised. Was he really that invisible?
By the end of the school day, Sam was fairly freaked, and a bit hurt that Evan, who he thought was his friend, and Ollie, another guy he hung out with, were being so cold to him.
"Dammit, Dean," Sam muttered to himself as he went out of the school building when school ended. "What the hell have you done?" This all had to be Dean's fault, it had to. Sam would not accept any other reason for everyone having apparently gone a little crazy today.
He ran a hand through his hair, irritated that the fringe kept getting in his eyes, when he suddenly saw the Impala … but it didn't have a Kansas plate, it wasn't the car he was thinking of. But it so looked like their car …
Well, it didn't hurt to check who was driving it, Sam reasoned with himself. Terence Kreiker, who was walking ahead of him with some friends and was apparently the new kid in school (Sam hadn't seen him before today), whined loudly, "Aw man, it's my brother," when he saw the Impala, and for some reason, the hairs on the back of Sam's neck stood up.
It was totally possible that Terence's brother drove the same car as Dean. Totally possible. Never mind it was no longer 1967 and the car played tapes instead of CDs like all modern cars, Sam was sure there were many, many teenagers who were into vintage cars. Very, very sure.
One of Terence's friends replied, "Oh well, at least you get to roll around in a cool ride!"
"Yeah," Terence agreed, "but do you know how hard it is to pick up girls when they're always into Dean, just 'cause he's older?" the boy complained.
Sam's heart started beating harder. OK … it was totally possible that Terence's brother was called Dean, and was older, and drove an Impala, and got all the luck with the girls … Sam was sure that there were plenty of guys like that, all over America … it wasn't necessarily his Dean … Of course it wasn't his brother Dean, Sam told himself, annoyed that he was being so stupid. Dean was his brother and no one else's.
"Don't worry man, you'll show him soon! I heard that Rhia's pretty into you!" one of Terence's friends said, and Terence smirked smugly, and, strangely, Sam was strongly reminded of Dean although Terence looked nothing like him. Sam's heart beat even harder and he steadied his breathing.
"We gotta go, so see ya tomorrow!" Terence's other friend said, and Terence nodded at them as the two turned right and went down a different path.
Sam took the opportunity to talk to Terence alone. Then he could find out why the hell Terence's brother sounded so much like his brother. He walked quickly until he caught up with him and grinned, "Hey."
Terence shot him a weird look and his lip curled. He didn't say anything, but carried on walking towards the Impala.
"Erm, I'm Sam," Sam said, putting his hand on Terence's arm and slowing him down to a stop.
Terence turned to Sam and shrugged his hand off, scowling.
"Don't touch me, freak," he snapped.
Sam set his jaw. What the hell was with his high school today? They were all so damn rude!
"Look, I haven't seen you around before. Are you new?" he enquired politely, although he didn't feel like being polite.
Terence's expression turned into a look of confusion.
"No, you're the new one, dumbass," he snapped. "I've been here since seventh grade, idiot, you're the loser that got here a couple of weeks ago."
"It's just that I haven't seen you in school, you know," Sam tried to say casually. Maybe this guy was behind everyone acting crazy? Maybe he was … angry that Sam hadn't noticed him for some reason and … and wanted to … to get back at him and therefore cast a … a spell on Sam's school to make them think he was a freak (which he wasn't, well, not really)?
Hey, it could happen.
"I'm in your class, dipshit, it's not my fault if you never come to school 'cause you're busy dealing drugs with your freaky dad or whatever," Terence said rudely, and Sam frowned. What the hell? First of all, he had been going to school … why was everyone forgetting this fact? Secondly, Sam had nothing to with drugs! And thirdly, his dad was not freaky!
Sam tried to suppress the urge he had to smack the disdainful expression off Terence's face and instead asked in a voice of forced calm, nodding at the Impala, "Hey, erm, whose car is that?"
"My brother's, he loves the damn thing like a baby," Terence said in a normal tone of voice, then snarled, "Why am I still talking to you, loser?" He shoved Sam, who blinked in surprise. "Fuck off to your shithole of a house, why don't you?"
Sam frowned, so Terence shoved him again.
Terence wasn't exactly slim and weedy, but Sam knew he could take him, though he forced himself not to do anything. The important thing was finding Dean and finding out what the hell was going on.
"Not gonna fight back, huh? Too much of a pussy, are we, Winchester?" Terence smirked and shoved Sam again, harder.
Sam finally shoved Terence back, angry, but apparently harder than he intended as Terence stumbled back and almost fell.
Sam saw someone get out of the Impala from out of the corner of his eye, but didn't remove his gaze from Terence, who was glaring at him hatefully.
What a little dick. What was his problem? Sam had never even seen the guy before, let alone done anything to earn this hatred.
The person that got out of the Impala suddenly came in between Sam and Terence, snapping, "Get the hell away from my brother!"
Sam looked into the familiar green eyes and almost whooped in relief, marvelling at how he was actually pleased to see his brother, when just yesterday, he had been wishing for his brother to disappear.
It was Dean. Finally. Now all this weirdness could stop.
Only … hold on a second …
Dean was standing in between Terence and Sam … but he wasn't facing Terence … he was facing Sam, a frown on his face.
"You want to not shove my brother?" Dean said, and raised his eyebrows in question.
Sam gaped at Dean.
"Huh?"
