Chapter 12
The next day, Sam wakes up by a loud pounding and he wonders who is at the door this time. He is a little disoriented, but soon remembers the last day, and a small smile forms around his lips. He looks at his own bed. Dean is still sleeping, seemingly peaceful. He is lying on his stomach, all sprawled out. Mouth hanging open a bit. Sam shakes his head fondly at the sight. Sam also realises, that the pounding is not on the door actually, its in his head and it feels like his brain wants to beat out of his skull. God he hates it. He doesn't want to spend the whole day suffering from this Goddamn headache. He quickly decides to take medicine. He shouldn't be taking them in quick succession, since he just took some yesterday, but really, he doesn't have the time for this shit today. He sees the clock at the night stand, its actually not that early, since its 9 already. The curtains are draped very skillfully though. Or maybe the weather is just nice. Whatever. He gets up, trying to make as less sound as possible so that Dean doesn't get disturbed. He takes a shower quickly and decides to make some breakfast. He gets busy in the kitchen.
Its almost an hour later that he comes out of the kitchen with a tray in his hand which has two mugs of steaming black coffee. Sam saw Dean taking black coffee at the Road house, so he considers this is what Dean prefers. He puts the tray on the night stand and goes to open the curtains. Dean has slept enough now. But Dean seems undisturbed by the light. Sam then shakes Dean's shoulder to wake him up, and Dean wakes up with a start, hands going under the pillow to hold on the gun which he stuffed it before sleeping. Hunter instincts. Sam thinks. Green eyes look up with confusion and then realisation dawns on them. He relaxes, "What time is 't?" Dean asks with slurred syllables.
"Time for you to wake up, sleepy head." Sam says smiling.
"Why are you so perky early in the morning.." Dean grumbles while sitting up. Sam offers him the coffee and Dean perks up, grabbing the cup from Sam's out stretched hands and scoots to the side to make place for Sam to sit. Sam sits with his own cup of coffee. Their knees touching slightly and they consume the coffee in relative silence, the sound of birds chirping outside, serving as a background music.
"Hey, why don't you go and freshen up. I will set the table for breakfast." Sam says, standing up.
"Thanks." Sam turns at the sound of Dean. Dean continues "I don't remember having coffee like this in bed...since you know, always alone and all that." And Sam resents hunting a little more at this. This is what hunting does to you. It makes you lonely and isolated. And Sam wishes Dean had a hunting partner so he wouldn't feel like this. Someone who truly cares for Dean. Sighing, Sam makes his way to the kitchen.
Dean praises his cooking skills while they are having breakfast and Sam just shrugs it off. Sam has never made anything for anyone. He doesn't know why Dean has been an exception. No wonder his friends were so surprised. And this brings up again his missed classes from yesterday, which he isn't still caring about. Neither the work he has taken off from. And he can't say its solely because of Dean, because Sam had wanted to do it. Dean is an anomaly, and all his normal rules and regulations, and how Sam spends his life doesn't apply when it comes to Dean. But he is happy, so he doesn't really care.
They clean up together, Dean rather insistent this time so Sam lets him help.
"You know, if I stay more with you, I might just lose my DeanAwesomeness card.." Dean says, wiping his hands on a hand towel after doing the dishes. Sam snorts "Dude! What the hell is that you said? You fond of making up things? And I didn't say you to do anything. You were insisting. Next time, I am not listening to you." Sam says, all the while wishing that there is next time. He hasn't forgotten the reality of the situation. Dean is a hunter, and Sam shouldn't forget that. He knows he can't expect Dean to be around frequently, hell even if he sees Dean in months, it won't surprise him. But it doesn't mean Sam is supposed to like it. But he will take whatever scrapes he can. He is just thankful that Dean is here, that he decided to come. And he is spending time with Sam. And Sam doesn't want this to be over. Dean hasn't said anything about leaving yet and Sam is not going to bring it up. He doesn't want to ruin his day by thinking about Dean's departure, so he doesn't ask.
"Hey, why don't I show you around the campus? And after that we can pick up the movies and hole in the dorm room." Sam suggests. Dean shrugs, but says "what if your friends see you?"
"Hm, I dunno about that, its not like we can just avoid them.." Sam says, a frown appearing on his forehead.
"Don't you like them?" Sam asks. Because even he knows that his friends are pretty funny. Why he doesn't hang out with them is a complete different story. But why Dean doesn't want, Sam doesn't understand. Dean would enjoy their company. Their company will be more enjoyable than Sam's.
"Its not that, your friends are pretty cool man. But I don't have the time to entertain or get entertained by a bunch of other peoples who I don't care about." Dean says and it warms something in Sam's chest hearing that. Dean just said indirectly that he cares about Sam, and that is just the best thing to happen today. He smiles softly. Sam shows him around the campus, the library, which Dean jokes about to be Sam's dream home. Sam smacks him with one of the books. After that, they buy some B-rated horror flicks and some action movies. Dean suggests taking something for lunch but Sam refuses that he will make something himself. They reach the dorm without encountering any of his friends, thankfully.
"Start the movies and I am going to prepare for lunch.." Sam says, making a mental list of things he needs for lunch.
"What are you making?" Dean enquires. Sam shrugs, "you will see." Its nothing special or anything. Dean will probably know just by the smell since its not like the kitchen is far away from here, but still. Dean takes an awful lot of time just to decide which movie to put first, and Sam suggests he just close his eyes and pick something randomly. Which thankfully, Dean follows and finally puts a movie in. Sam is making some type of chicken dish and is on the stove. He has brought a bowl of popcorn and put it between them.
"I can't believe people are supposed to believe this shit man. Its as fake as it comes." Dean comments on a scene where some kind of ghost is trying to be scary, but really, is just looking like something out of a kid dream. They laugh at that for several minutes. Sam checks on in his cooking from time to time. Time is passing so fast with Dean, he doesn't even register it. They are halfway on their second movie now. This one an action movie. Sam has already announced the lunch will be ready in half an hour and they are eating after finishing this movie. Meanwhile, they have consumed three bags of Doritos as well as sodas and Sam will swear till the end that he didn't even eat a whole packet. Dean is just a bottomless pit. They are watching a scene where the hot chick is doing something on her cell phone, when Dean gives a big 'Oh my God!'. Sam turns to him and asks "What?, the girl is good and all, but don't you think your reaction is exaggerated?" Sam says this with a smirk but immediately his expressions grow serious when he sees Dean standing up and going to his duffel bag, looking a little pale. Sam is worried now.
"Everything alright Dean?" Sam asks, concerned by Dean's sudden actions. Dean doesn't reply, he is just ruffling through his stuff and then he takes something out from one of his jeans pocket. Its the one Dean was wearing yesterday, maybe. Sam suspects. Dean has taken out his cell phone from his pocket, and Sam thinks that's why Dean got all panicky because he forgot about his phone. Sam is just about to relax when he hears a sharp intake of breath from Dean. Dean is looking freaked out, and freaking Sam out in return. Dean's face is turning paler by the second as he scrolls on his phone and says, "My Dad is going to kill me."
