A/N this one is a little short, but i hope u guys don't mind :)

Sam tried not to act too nervous come Saturday evening. He had gone over his plan meticulously, smoothing out all the details in his head. He would wait until his family had fallen asleep, and at exactly 12:45 a.m., he would sneak out. He would take the 5-minute walk to the park, and wait for Jared there.

At 12:15, Dean still hadn't gone to bed, which made Sam twitch anxiously.

"Something wrong, Samantha?" Dean teased, though concern showed through his eyes.

"Nothing, shut up, jerk" Sam retorted. He was nervous. He wasn't used to doing things behind Dean's back, but he tamped down the guilt. There was no backing out.

"Whatever, bitch."

By 12:30 Dean was out cold, and Sam let out a breath of relief. He slipped silently out of bed, and got dressed as quietly as he could, putting all the hunter training into good use. He didn't risk putting on his shoes however, only doing so when he was safely outside.

Jared was already waiting for him as soon as he arrived. He beamed when he saw Sam, rushing towards him.

"Glad you made it. I wasn't sure if you were going to change your mind. You ready?" Jared asked excitedly. Sam nodded, the thrill of breaking the rules coursed through him, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, since this is your first time, I'll come with you, and I'll show you the ropes."

"Lead the way." Sam followed Jared as they crossed over to the "bad part of town". Sam watched as Jared approached a man casually, as if he was familiar with him. He wondered how long Jared had been doing this.

"Don! What's up? I have the goods." Jared exclaimed in hushed whispers.

"I'm good." The man, Don, said politely. "Very good." He crooned as Jared handed over small package, but it was filled with a white powder, instead of the green herbs that Sam was expecting.

Sam's mind raced as he started to realize what exactly he had gotten himself into, but instead of the fear and dread he expected to feel, he felt only excitement. His heart pounded and suddenly all his reluctance to take this job disappeared. He wanted this.

Don lifted the bag to his nose and sniffed, sighing reverently. He reached into his pocket and produced a wad of bills and handed it over to Jared.

"See? It's not that hard. You give them their order, they'll give you the payment, and then we're on to the next customer." Jared explained as they moved on from Don. They made a few more deliveries before they found themselves at a 24-hour diner, counting their earnings.

"500, 1000 bucks. Hmm, not bad." Jared mused as he flipped through the bills. "600 for me, 400 for you, that sound good?" It was a pretty good deal, considering Sam didn't do much other than follow Jared around and listen to his instructions.

Jared handed over Sam's share, which Sam tucked in the waistband of his underwear.

"What are you gonna do with the money?" Jared asked.

"Well, my brother's birthday is coming up, might get him something cool." Sam replied. He still wasn't sure what he would get for Dean, he wanted it to be special. Or maybe he'd save it for when Dad didn't return when he said he would and money ran low.

"How about you? What do you do with the money?"

"I'm stashing it all under the floorboard. I'm leaving this town someday, I'm gonna go to college, and try to do something with my life. I hate it here." Sam was silent, Jared's dreams mirroring his own secret desires.

"Good luck, man." Sam said sincerely. He checked his watch and saw that it was time to head home before his family woke up.

"I gotta go, see you in school."

He arrived at their apartment at a little over 2:00 a.m. Both his father and brother were still fast asleep. Sam stuffed the cash into the bottom of his duffle, and changed back to his sleeping clothes, careful to remove all evidence that he ever left. He crawled back into his bed and fell asleep faster than he ever had in the past few weeks, reveling in the feeling of rebellion against his father.

He knew what he was doing was no less dangerous than hunting monsters, but at least it was different. It wasn't normal or safe, but it was the closest he could get to being a normal teenager and he just didn't care. If he got hurt, well, maybe it would finally get his father's attention.

In the morning John was gone, off on another hunt in the next town. He didn't say goodbye.

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