Say Cheese 2.0 -[ Part 10 ]
The screeching brake made them turn. Dean frowned when she recognized the car as Sam's. Soon enough, the brunette came bounding out.
"Dean…" Sam paused. She saw the two strangers standing beside Dean.
"Sam, what are you doing here so early?"
"I kinda need to talk to you…" Sam said. "But, if you're busy…"
"We're just heading for breakfast…" Dean said. "This is Claire and Tess…" she pointed to her two companion. "Guys, this is Sam…"
"Hi…" Sam smiled.
"Hello…" two identical lopsided grins answered back.
Identical?
Sam frowned but she didn't want to think about that right now. She has other urgent matters.
"Wanna join us?" Dean was asking her.
Sam blinked. "Oh, I kinda promised the others I'd have breakfast with them…" she said. "I slipped out for a while cause I need to talk to you…"
Dean noted the urgency in the voice and the toothy smile that she had come to recognize as Sam's indication of nervousness.
"Claire, Tess… You guys go ahead… I'll ride with Sam…" She said. "If you don't mind dropping me off…" She looked at Sam.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, sure…"
"I'll see you guys at the mall…"
"Okay, talk…" Dean said as Sam eased the car into the morning traffic.
"It's about Brooke…"
"So what else is new…?"
"I'm serious…" Sam said and she proceeded to tell Dean what happened that morning.
Dean stared at her for a while before bursting out laughing.
"Dean!"
"You sure she was dreaming? Maybe she's playing you…"
"I don't know!" Sam wailed. "That's the problem. Her eyes were closed…"
"Did you talk to her?"
"And say what? That I think she had a wet dream and she said my name?" Sam asked. "She'll kick me right to Timbuktu…"
"I think you need to talk to her…"
"Talk about what?"
"Whatever it is that she dreamt about…"
"How the hell can I go up to her and ask her to talk to me about her dreams?"
"Well, you could tell her some of yours…"
"Very funny, Dean…" Sam glared at her. "She's not supposed to have dreams about me… I mean she's not gay… She couldn't possibly be gay… She slept with Josh for god's sake!"
"You know, she could be bisexual…"
"Okay, helping! You're supposed to be helping!"
Dean laughed. "Look, the only way you can find out is to talk to her…"
The loud slam turned a few heads. Sam ignored the questioning looks as she marched towards the school. She made her way down the long hallway in long angry strides.
"Sam!"
"What?" She snapped.
"Whoa! Someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed…"
She sighed when she saw it was Dean. "Oh, it's you… Sorry…"
Dean adjusted her backpack while raising a questioning eyebrow. "What's with you?"
"Have you ever noticed that there are too many people in this world?"
"Huh?"
"I mean… All I need is a couple of minutes with her but no… Someone just had to show up at the house and ruin everything…"
"Ah…"Dean nodded as she finally understood why Sam was so angry. "I take it you didn't have that talk with Brooke…"
"Tell me how am I suppose to talk to her when the parental keep yakking about their trip, then she spent hours on the phone talking about the latest nail polish that Gwyneth Paltrow wore in The Royal ten- whatever-bomb… "
Tennanbaums… Dean only corrected her mentally since she felt that if she'd interrupted her rant, she'd earn a black eye for sure.
"Then her relatives from nowhere suddenly popped up and had to come for a visit… And of all people, Satan had to come and spent the night with her…"
Sam turned abruptly that Dean stepped back, worried that she would take a swing at her.
"Why is Satan spending the night at my house?" she asked.
"Errr… To play makeovers?"
"Why isn't she at your place? Isn't she's supposed to be at your place?"
"Sam…" Dean murmured. "Lower your voice…"
"Tell me, what did you do to her?"
"I thought we're talking about you and Brooke…" Dean said.
"I didn't get to talk with Brooke because of you…"
"Why me?" Dean asked.
"Because you did something to Satan that night when she went after you… When she came back looking like she had swallowed a chunk of chalk…"
Sam's voice was getting increasingly elevated as she continued to speak, and Dean was certain that soon she'd hit a decibel beyond human hearing.
"Sam, you're going hyper…" Dean said.
"What did you do to her?"
"I didn't do anything…" Dean said. "She stayed less than five minutes…"
"Five minutes? Maybe that's it…" Sam said. "She's unsatisfied… Now go and find her and do whatever it is that you always do so that she'll go home to her own house tonight…" Sam turned Dean around and pushed against her.
"Jesus, Sam…" Dean said, planting her feet firmly to the ground. "Get a grip!"
Sam stopped. "God, I'm so fucked up!" she groaned. "I just… I want to get this over with… "
"I know you do…" Dean said quietly. "Look, if you want… I'll take Nicole away for a while so that you can talk to Brooke… Okay?"
"No…" Sam shook her head. "Not here at school, I can't possibly talk to her privately here…"
"Fine… After school… I'll talk to Nicole while you talk to Brooke…"
"Nicole won't talk to you in public…"
"Don't bloody remind me…" Dean gritted.
To be continued