Just like I said! Here's chapter 12 for you! I'll let you get right to it :)
Year Twelve: HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Sam walked into the motel room, threw down his backpack, sat at the table with a pencil and a blank sheet of paper, and didn't move for forty-five minutes.
Dean snuck up behind him quietly until his mouth was even with the twelve year old's ear. "Whatcha doin'?" He shouted. Sam startled and closed the notebook.
"What- what are you doing here, Dean?" He squeaked.
Dean gestured to the small motel room. "You know, we share this place?"
Sam rolled his eyes and snatched up his stuff. "Just leave me alone." He muttered, pushing past the sixteen year old and settling on his bed.
"Fine Mr. Cranky Pants..." Dean said, eyeing his secretive brother. He was hiding something and he never hid things- especially from Dean.
Dean edged his way to the bed and peered over Sam's shoulder just in time for the small boy to slap the book shut yet again. "Come on, Sam! Please, just tell me what you're doing?" He complained.
Sam sighed. "If you must know, I'm doing homework!"
"If it's homework then why all the confidentiality?"
Sam blushed. "Maybe it's an embarrassing assignment." He ventured. Dean shrugged. "Okay..."
He forced himself to lay calmly on the opposite bed and watch some reality program about bad celebrity makeovers until Sam felt calm enough to leave his things to go to the bathroom.
"Homework my ass," He mumbled, flipping through the pages of notes in his notebook. "Aha!" He recognized the page Sam had been writing earlier, not to mention Neat Freak wrote the date on each page.
He heard the shower start up and decided to take the chance to read it. Maybe it was for a crush. Maybe he was actually thinking of doing something bad with some kid from school. He smiled mischievously. The sideways grin turned into a softer smile as he began to read.
My Hero Poem Project:
Sam Winchester
April 7
My hero's big but also small,
Sometimes scared but he'll stand tall.
He's not the strongest you will find
But when I'm near, he's mostly kind
He's no Batman and no Clark Kent
But he'll return something he lent
'Cause he is honest through and through,
Has the guts to say "I love you, too."
He's cared for me since I was young,
My brother- a hero much unsung.
Dean set the paper down and looked around the room just as the shower clicked off. Sam emerged less than a minute later, surprised when Dean stood up and embraced him in a hug.
"What's this for?" He asked through a muffled voice.
"I don't know."
Sam pulled away and looked at him strangely. "Did you touch my stuff?"
"What?" He laughed. "No!" Sam raised his eyebrows.
"Dean Winchester, you are a great lier in public, but a terrible one to your brother."
Dean sighed. "Okay, I read your poem."
"See, now was that so hard?" He could tell Sam was trying to contain his anger and annoyance. Maybe it was the watery look in Dean's eyes or the kooky smile he hadn't shown for years, but Sam just smiled.
"Well, just don't get all nostalgic on me, okay?"
Dean sighed. "Yeah, of course." He lied. "Wouldn't dream of it." But the memories were rolling, and Dean could only wish Sam was the small, innocent, and safely guarded child he used to be.
He opened the mini fridge and grabbed the carton of eggs, like the poem was nothing. No chick-flick moments, right? He turned on the oven and blinked a few times to dry out his eyes. It felt like forever since Sam and Dad fought occasionally and not daily, since Sam's homework was less complicated than Dean's. Since Sam was just a kid.
Hunting does that to you, I guess. He thought. But it shouldn't, not to Sammy. Dean cleared his throat and put a cheap skillet on the stovetop. "Hey, Shakespeare!" He called out gruffly, masking his feelings and forcing a smirk. "How do you want your eggs?"
This thing is being weird so I'll make it fast. Thanks for reading and reviewing! Good luck with Hellatus!
