I kicked at the wall until I was sure that my toe was broken. It felt like it anyway. The only problem was that I was still extremely mad. I kind of wished that I could hit someone. I clenched my hands into fists and fell back onto the steps again. I slumped over and sighed.
Three hours. I had been waiting for Dean for three freaking hours. School let out at three, and by four everyone was gone. Even the kids who had sports had left by now. I was going to walk, but the motel we were staying at was across town from school. The hard concrete of the steps was making my butt hurt. The wind blew and I shuddered slightly. I felt so stupid sitting here. I felt like people were looking at me like a long lost puppy that no one wanted to find.
I scoffed, and played with the side of my shoe that was peeling off. "Okay," I told myself. "If he wasn't here in ten minutes I was going to start walking." I nodded, telling myself that I really would. I would walk.
An hour later, I was still sitting there.
I huffed and picked up my backpack off the ground. I slung it over my shoulder and went off the steps of the school into the parking lot. I swung the gate open to the side street with my foot, and started my trek. I couldn't help but be really mad at Dean. I mean, where the hell was he? He knew that dad left this morning, he was sitting right there when my dad told him to get me from school! He should totally have been there.
There better be a really, really good reason for this. I wouldn't accept anything less than he had been taken by a werewolf or some poltergeist was kicking his ass at the moment. He better be dying. I stopped and shook my head. I didn't want him to be dying…just injured.
I walked until I was nearly halfway there, and was in more familiar territory. I could only hear the thud of my tennis shoes as I waltzed my way down the street. I passed a gas station, and paused for a moment. I shrugged and went inside.
I felt the five dollar bill in my pocket and grabbed a few candy bars. I had waited three hours and it was dinner time. I was starving. I paid and then went back to walking. I peeled the wrapper and took a large bite.
As I neared the motel room, I caught sight of the Impala in the parking lot. I rolled my eyes. I wondered if he had even noticed that I wasn't home. What a freaking wonderful brother.
I walked to the door and opened it with the spare key dad had given me. I pushed it open and walked in. "Where the hell were you?" Dean demanded, looking freaked out. He grabbed my shoulders and stared at me. "I went to school and you weren't there!"
"Uh, I waited for you for four hours," I said, pushing him off of me. "I should be asking where you were!"
He backed off at a loss for words, and then narrowed his eyes again. "Yeah, well that doesn't give you the right to disappear!"
I scoffed. "I wasn't going to wait there all night, De." I folded my arms over my chest. "Where the hell were you?"
"I was…" he trailed off. "I fell asleep, okay? I'm sorry, but that doesn't mean you can just up and decide to walk home."
"Really?" I asked, hands on my hips. "Dean, you fell asleep and I'm the bad guy for giving up? Seriously? This is your fault! You're the one who forgot me!"
"I—" He stopped. "Just—just next time call me or something!"
I angrily picked up his cell phone and put it on speaker. I hit voicemail. "Hey, Dean" my voice said. "You need to come pick me up. Hurry up." I threw it at his stupid head. "I did," I stated. "Three more times." I sat on the bed. "Then the lady in the office said she had to leave."
Dean stared at his phone, and then looked defeated. He sat next to me on the bed, and I turned away, annoyed. "Look," he said, and I just scoffed. "Lex, I'm sorry. I was out late last night, and—"
"That's a bad excuse," I said, and just kicked at the air.
"What do you want me to say?" he asked, irritated. "That I'm a bad brother? Is that it?"
"No," I said, sadly.
"Then what?" he yelled, making me jump. "What the hell do you want from me?"
I stood up angrily. "I want Sam!" I screamed, and ran into the bathroom, slamming it behind me. There was no noise but my sobs for a long time. I grabbed the cell phone that was in Dean's bag, and dialed Sam. I prayed that he would answer.
"Sammy?" I whispered as I heard a light click.
"Lex?" he asked, "What's wrong? Are you crying?"
"I haven't heard from you in awhile," I said, "You been okay?"
He paused. "Yeah," he said. "I'm fine, how are you?"
"I'm okay," I said, with a small smile. "I miss you."
"I miss you too," he stated.
"Did you get that paper done?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't ask me why I had been crying. I had just wanted to hear his voice.
"Yeah, I got an A," he said. "How is school for you?"
"Fine," I shrugged to myself. "Boring." I paused. "I got a B on my math test, the one I told you about I mean."
"That's great," he said.
"How is rooming with those other guys?" I asked. "Still fun?"
"It's…different," Sam sighed. "There's a lot to like, lot to hate." He sighed. "They remind me a lot of living with Dean. But there are three of them."
"Ew," I laughed. I heard movement behind the bathroom door. "I got to go," I sighed. "Bye Sasquatch, I miss you."
"Miss you too, squirt," he said back. "Talk again soon."
I hung up, and listened as Dean knocked on the door. "Who you talking too?" he asked.
"Myself," I called. "Now leave me alone!"
"You can't stay in there all alone!" he shouted. "C'mon, I got food."
I paused as my stomach growled. I stood up and opened the door. I went right to the table, and ate the food in silence. "I'm sorry," he said again, watching me. "I'm an idiot."
I picked up a fry, just nodding slightly. "I know you are," I smirked. "But it's okay."
"And listen," he said, ignoring my smart response. "I know you want Sam…and I'm sorry that…that I'm not him…but—"
"You're Dean," I said, with a small smile. "And that's fine. I need you too. I was just…mad." I paused as I ate another fry. "I wish Sam was here, but I'm glad you're here, Dean."
He smiled. "Gee, thanks."
I stood up. "But if you ever forget me again," I said, "I will kill you."
