Sam walked in through the front door of his second period. It was the first class he had with Brooke and the only class where they sat next to each other.
He sat down in his desk and started pulling his books out. That's when Brooke walked in.
She came in with a friend, laughing about something. When she walked in the door, the first thing she saw was Sam and her expressions changed. She said something to her friend and walked over to the teacher. Sam watched her. Two minutes later, Brooke was sitting in a desk in the front of the class, two rows ahead of where she and Sam usually sat together.
Sam tried not to let it get to him but deep down, he knew this was going to be the longest Monday ever.
"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" Dean teased. He was standing in the doorway of the tutoring center.
"You're funny Winchester," Kelly said. She handed Dean a piece of paper.
"What is this?"
"It's an evaluation for our tutoring sessions this weekend. It lets us know if we're actually helping so we can convince the school to keep us open."
Dean sat at a table and started filling out the paper. Kelly sat across from him.
"By the way, we can't use the coffee shop anymore," she said.
"What? Why not?"
"Tutoring sessions have to be at an approved location. AKA here or home."
"That's stupid."
"What can I say? I don't make the rules."
"Well don't worry, that was just a one-time thing."
"Why?"
"Sam wanted to be alone with Brooke."
"Was that his gal pal I met?"
"Yeah."
"And how'd that go?"
"Not well," Dean said. Kelly raised an eyebrow. Dean sighed. "He really likes her and I don't think she likes him back like that."
"Well that sucks."
"I just don't know what to do," Dean admitted. "I mean, I should do something right?"
"Sam will be fine. Everyone goes through their first rejection."
"Not me."
"Well okay Mr. Hot Shot!" Kelly said, laughing. Dean laughed with her.
"What? I didn't! If anything, I rejected her!"
Kelly smiled and shook her head. Dean finished filling out the paper.
"Here."
"Thank you," she sang. Dean stood up and began to walk out of the room.
"Look," he said, turning around, "Sam will kill me if he ever found out I said anything about Brooke so…"
"Locked and sealed," Kelly said, making a gesture with her hand of turning a key on her mouth.
"Thanks," Dean whispered. He smiled and left the tutoring center.
Sam walked out of the front doors of the school. The longest day of his life was over. Now he just had to make it through the rest of the week.
He saw Brooke standing on the corner talking to the same friend she was talking to earlier. Sam took a deep breath and walked over to them.
"Hey Brooke!"
They two girls started to walk away.
"So what? You avoided me all day and now you're going to ignore me?"
They kept walking. Brooke's friend looked over her shoulder and whispered something. The two of them started to laugh. Sam stopped following them. Sam blinked whatever tears away. He took another deep breath and turned around to walk to the high school.
Dean sat inside the Impala and drummed on the steering wheel. It wasn't like Sam to be late.
Dean started the engine and was about to drive off towards the middle school when Sam suddenly climbed in the car and slammed the door.
"Good afternoon," Dean said, surprised.
"Yeah whatever," Sam mumbled.
"What happened now?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Sam."
"Dean."
"Fine. Works for me," Dean said under his breath. He put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot. Neither of them said one word the whole way.
Sam sat on the couch staring at the phone. He had been debating calling Brooke for the past two hours.
Eventually, he gave up and called anyways.
"Hello?" came a male voice on the line.
"Hi Mr. Hannah, its Sam. Is Brooke there?"
"Sorry kid, she's not here."
"Any idea when she'll be home?"
"She's staying the night at a friend's."
"On a school night?"
"She said she had a big test they were studying for. I can let her know you called though. Maybe she can call you back from their place."
"No that's okay," Sam said, disappointed. "It's not that important. I can tell her tomorrow at school."
"You sure?"
"Uh huh."
"Okie dokie then. Bye Sam."
Sam hung up the phone and threw it on the ground. He fell backwards and lay down on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
"Dinner's ready," Dean announced, walking into the room.
"Not hungry."
"I didn't make it."
"Still not hungry."
"Okay, dude, seriously, what's going on?" Dean asked, trying not to get annoyed.
"I said I don't want to talk about it!" Sam screamed.
"You always wanna talk about it!" Dean screamed back.
Sam grew quiet. Dean paced in the doorway.
"Is this... About Brooke?" Dean asked, trying to get something out of him.
"Your stupid advice isn't working."
"What do you mean?"
"You told me to give her time, right?"
"Right."
"Well how much fricking time does she need?" Sam said. Dean could sense the anger and pain in his tone.
"Each one's different Sammy. She'll come to you when she's ready. You just gotta wait it out."
"I don't know how much longer I can wait," Sam said to himself.
"I'll put your burger in the fridge," Dean said, changing the subject. "You can heat it up when you're hungry later."
"I'm going to bed," Sam said, standing up and walking quickly out of the room. Dean looked at the clock on the stove. 8:21 pm.
"Shit," Dean said under his breath. Sam only went to bed this early for two reasons: either he's sick or something's happened.
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