Dean actually hugged Ellen before heading up to Sam's room.
Sam answered as soon as there was a knock on the door.
He decided on the dumb act as he asked, "Why are you here? You aren't allowed up here?"
"Oh yes, I am," Dean said with a grin.
"What did you do?" Sam asked.
"Mmm nothing," Dean lied.
"Obviously it wasn't nothing," Sam said. "Or else you wouldn't be here."
Dean shrugged innocently, "I just had a little talk with your mom. Not too big of a deal. She was pretty easily convinced. Besides you already said that you'd drive me to school tomorrow because I can't drive with a broken arm."
"Oh, really?" Sam asked with a grin spreading across his face. "You sure that I'm just a chauffeur? Because I heard something about not being just your date of the week."
"You little spy," Dean accused. "And of course you aren't my date of the week. I was thinking that you'd get one and a half weeks, maybe two if you're a good driver."
Sam rolled his eyes and pulled Dean in for a passionate kiss.
"So how much were you listening to?" Dean asked once their lips separated.
"Basically all of it," Sam responded. "Did you really mean all that?"
"No, Sam, I just thought that it would be fun to spend the day making up stories for your mommy," Dean said sarcastically. "Of course it's true you big dummy."
Sam beamed for a second, then his face fell into a frown.
"But, you're my big dummy," Dean offered with a grin.
"That's not it," Sam said. "It's the whole section of your speech dedicated to how great I am and how terrible you are."
"What about it?" Dean asked.
"The complete untruth of it all," Sam responded. "You're crazy if you think that you aren't good enough for me."
"It's true," Dean said. "You hated me at first, but then I grew on you.. like a fungus."
"Can't we take this seriously?" Sam asked, although he couldn't remove the grin from his face.
"Absolutely not," Dean said happily.
"Yup, it worked," Jo's voice came from the doorway.
They both turned and glared at her, she was staring into the room as she spoke into the phone.
"Adam says hi," Jo said to Dean before smirking smugly and walking down the stairs.
"Of course he does," Dean said with an eye roll.
A while later the couple was sitting on the couch making out when Jo walked by and commented, "Plan definitely worked."
Sam quickly pulled away and shot an annoyed glare at his little sister.
"Don't give me that look, nerd-boy. You need to get a room," Jo said. Sam rolled his eyes and as his sister was exiting the room he just barely heard her mutter, "How about a chat room?"
"Did she just say?" Dean asked.
"Yup," Sam responded instantly.
"I thought that you didn't tell her," Dean said.
"I didn't," Sam said.
"Goddammit Adam," Dean complained.
"That can't be a good sign," Sam said gazing in the direction of the door that his sister had left through.
Dean's phone suddenly sounded causing Dean's face to fall. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and sighed before hitting talk.
"Yeah?" Dean asked. There was a short pause. "Fine." . . . "I said fine." . . . "Okay, bye."
Sam watched as Dean hung up his cell phone.
"Apparently I have to leave," Dean stated.
Sam drove him home, since the other boy had walked over.
The next morning Dean was already in the car when Sam stopped to pick up Jess.
"Your boyfriend's in my seat," Jess complained as she slid into the backseat.
"If you break your arm then you can have it back," Dean said turning around to stick his tongue out from the front seat.
"I take it you lost the fight?" Jess asked.
"Au contraire," Dean responded, then proudly went on to tell the story for around the fiftieth time.
"Sounds like you're happy with yourself," Jess said.
"Yeah, except Sammy won't let me do anything," Dean said crossing his arms like a little kid. "'No Dean you can't drive', 'no Dean you have to go to the hospital'..."
"Well excuse me for doubting your ability to drive with a broken arm while you're on pain meds," Sam responded as he pulled into a parking spot.
"Aren't you two just so cute?" Jess said, grabbing at each of their cheek's. "It's like having an extra set of grandparents."
"What?" Sam asked as she stepped out of the car.
"You're an old married couple," She called over her shoulder as they got out of the car. She didn't bother looking back for their reaction, instead she just kept walking.
Sam rolled his eyes, she could have said much worse.
During Dean's first class Jess helped him write, since his skill at writing with his left hand was severely lacking.
In Dean's second class most of the class avoided the seats near him once again, but Pamela and Ash instantly made their way towards him with smiles on their faces.
"So I take it you lost the fight," Ash commented, gesturing to the cast and not seeming to care that these were the first words he had ever said to the boy.
Dean opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by a laughing Ash.
"Nah, I'm just kidding man," Ash told him gleefully. "You totally kicked his ass."
"You guys were there?" Dean asked.
"Yup," Pamela responded. "By the way I'm tracking down a Sharpie so that we can sign your cast at lunch."
"Isn't that a little elementary school?" Dean asked.
"No, it's only elementary school if I take up the whole cast with my name," Ash clarified.
"Okay then," Dean said laughing a little.
The teacher got the class to quiet down and handed out an assignment. Dean didn't have to worry about writing because the couple helped him with it.
Meanwhile in Sam's second class, gym, he had just asked Jess what her boy problems were. They were playing volleyball that class, but their team was off for now so they had time to talk.
"Guess who started texting me all weekend?" Jess asked him.
"Is it someone sexy?" Sam asked, suggestively raising his eyebrows.
"No." Jess responded instantly. "It's Balthazar."
"Eww," Sam said. "Why was he texting you?"
"Thanks Sammy," Jess said, rolling her eyes at him.
"You know what I meant," Sam said. "And don't call me Sammy."
"I didn't respond to him, but he kept texting me over and over to the point where I had to turn my phone off," Jess said.
"You know this wasn't the kind of boy problems I was expecting," Sam said. "Was he hitting on you?"
"Yeah, hence the boy problems. As in guy I hate creeping on me," Jess said.
"It couldn't have been that bad," Sam said.
"I'll show you the texts, they range from super desperate to just flat-out lame pick-up lines," Jess responded. "It's creeping me out and I can't imagine how he even got my phone number."
"You're definitely going to have to show me after," Sam said, his eyes glinting as he lightly laughed.
The conversation ended then, since it was their team's turn to play.
Dean, Sam, Jess, Ash, and Pam (who now had a permanent marker in her hand) all entered the lunchroom together.
Balthazar spotted Jess and began to head towards them, Dean made gagging noises causing Pamela to start snickering.
"Can I talk to you away from your herd?" Balthazar asked arrogantly.
Although several of them wanted to make a snarky response, they remained silent, letting Jess defend herself.
"Well, lets see... I like my herd, and I don't like you. So, no. You can't talk to me. And no, I'm not leaving them," Jess responded.
"Oh, ouch," Balthazar said sarcastically with a nervous chuckle. "I just wanted to ask a question."
"Are you sure about that?" Jess asked, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms. She smirked, challenging him with her eyes to dare to try and ask her.
"It really is quite a good offer," Balthazar said.
Sam dragged Dean to go sit down at the table next to where they were standing. Cas, Chuck, and Anna were already sitting there. Ash and Pam followed suit.
"I mean its not too late to join the winning side," Balthazar said. "And what better way than to date a winner?"
Jess burst into laughter at this, now everyone in the cafeteria was staring in their direction.
"You might want to change that pick-up line," She said. "Because last time you checked you lost the fight and Dean's the winner. But, you know what? If these guys-" She gestured towards her friends. "Are the losers and you're a winner, then I guess I want to be the biggest loser of all time."
"No you don't," Balthazar said egotistically, hoping that she would change her mind.
"Oh yes, I do," She continued. "And this entire thing is pathetic. What? None of the cheerleaders want you now that you lost the fight? So you have to go find someone else to hit on? And why not choose one of Dean's friends so that you can try and steal them? I'll tell you why, because I am not a hoe-bag. And I will never date you or one of the dumb-asses from your world."
Dean snickered as Balthazar narrowed his eyes at her, then speechlessly left the cafeteria with a reddening face.
"Someone needs to get you anger management," Dean commented jokingly as Jess sat down.
"Damn, good job telling him off," Pamela told her.
Over the course of the lunch Dean got his cast signed by everyone sitting at that table except for Chuck, and obviously himself.
At least he was starting to make some friends.
A/N: Please read and review! Yes, I know that I haven't updated for a long time (sorry). But I have won NaNoWriMo and it's over now so hopefully updates will be quicker :D I had a little bit of trouble writing the second half of this chapter, so I would have had it up days ago, but didn't. Anyways thanks for waiting around and continuing to read! :D
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