Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Gilmore Girls or the dialogue either.
A/N: I am so sorry that it's taken me so long to post...again. This wasn't writers block so much as being unable to access Gilmore Girls episodes in depth, the problem should be fixed now.
A/N 2: I promise to post once a week for 5 weeks.
A/N 3: I'm not sure if I've already mentioned this or not but since there is a difference it time Sam had gone a few months back in time and Dean a few months forward.
He was working on his homework, which was math and easy since he had already learned it.
His door opened and Clara was on the other side with the phone.
"Rory's on the phone." she said then made little kisses noises he took it from her and closed the door.
"Hello."
"Dean Dean I got it!"
"Got what?" he asked semi-distractedly as he was still focusing on the math problem he was in the middle of.
"My application to Harvard."
"Wow that's great Rory!" he said he really was happy for her, she seemed like such a smart girl and nice, you know other then the whole Jess thing.
"Want to meet for breakfast at Luke's?"
"Yeah sure I'd love to."
"Alright see you there." he hung up the phone. The only application he had gotten was the one to Jr. college and there weren't really high standards for being let into a Jr. college. He had recently sent for applications to a couple of state schools. Sam better not be still there when it came to that but if he was he would much rather go to a state school then a Jr. college.
He tried to focus back on the math problem but it was no longer so easy since he was too agitated and energetic. He needed something to do to stay in shape and get rid of all this jumpiness and extra energy he had been feeling lately. Besides if he got out of shape his dad would be so angry, but he doubted that the town had a grave digging classes, or running from spirits and monsters a-thons.
He had gym tomorrow, that would be good. Sam used to hate gym and love every other class. Because in every other class they tested his brain power and Sam was proud of how smart he was. In gym they tested how strong he was and fit and while compared to his classmates he was very fit he wasn't nearly as naturally talented at hunting as Dean was. The air in the room seemed stifling and Sam found that he couldn't stay in the room anymore. Sam grabbed a jacket and headed out of the door, he came down the steps and saw Dean's Mom and Dad watching TV together, though they looked up when he came down.
"Dean where are you going at this time of night?" Dean's mother asked a little worried.
"I just need to take a walk is all, stretch my legs, get some fresh air."
"Alright just don't take too long." Dean's mom said then her eyes were peeled back to the TV. A testament to how small this town was, he scoffed quietly and head out the door. Being outside was better, the air fresher and he walked quickly along the way. He stared up at the skyline, most of the places he ended up in were small towns since they seemed to have the most problems with the supernatural. So it was normal to see a lot of stars in the sky. When he was younger he had gone through an astrology phase, he had begged his Dad to buy him a telescope so he could find the constellations in the night sky. He was pretty sure it was Dean who eventually convinced his Dad to buy him one...a really cheap one that broke during their first move, but before it had broke he used to to look at all the constellations.
Great now he was thinking about Dean, and his Dad again. Where were they? What were they doing now? Were they looking for him? We're they glad he was gone? Did they like Dean Forrester better if he was indeed with his brother and father? Did they miss him? He knew that he missed them more then he ever thought he would. Sam found himself missing a lot about them, the smell of his brother aftershave and smell of Dad's jacket. He laughed, all he had ever wanted before to get away from them...no he corrected himself he had never wanted away from his family just the life...the life of hunting.
He missed aspects of it like he never thought he would, he didn't miss the blood, the death and the screaming, and the hurting family members. That he was pretty sure he would never miss, but he missed being able to take his aggression and anger out on something while fighting evil. He needed to take up a sport now that he would be able to stay and not have to miss games or anything, except for maybe work. That was another new thing, he had never had a real job before.
When he was a kid he would ask his Dad or Dean, and if they thought what he wanted was okay then they hustled money or let him use some of the money they got from their credit card scams. When he got old enough Dean had taught him to hustle as well. He had never really had a real job, sometimes it had bothered him, the fact that none of the money they had was gotten by legal means, but now he understood why. His Dad was a navy turned mechanic and his brother had a GED also with mechanical skills. The problem was people don't usually hire temporary mechanics and the kind of jobs they could get would take them forever to earn enough money to go to the next job. His family valued saving lives more than anything else they weren't going to let an innocent person die just to make money in the legal way. Plus Dean in particular thought of hustling as a valuable lesson to the people who lost their money.
Sam stopped as he found himself about ten minutes away from the Forester resident, having walked all the way without even realizing that he was moving. He turned around and started heading back towards the Forrester's residence. He missed them, he missed them so much that it hurt... not that he would ever say that aloud because if Dean ever heard him say something like that he would never live it down. He found himself back at the Forrester's not much later and he still wanted to keep walking. Walk away from this house, this town with all these people who thought he was Dean Forrester...but he didn't. Instead he sighed and opened up the front door, he made his way up to Dean's room that he was starting to think of as his own even though he kept telling himself that it wasn't.
The next morning he was sitting across from Rory at Luke's dinner.
"Thank you." Rory said.
"Do they let kids drink coffee before school?" Luke asked. Sam looked between the two of them in their exchange. Luke and Rory were close, he was the closest thing to a consistent father figure that Rory had, apparently Luke had known her since she was born.
"Why do you think it might lead to harder stuff latte cappuccino?" Rory asked and Sam found himself smiling if only for a moment.
"Forget I asked." Luke said going away.
"So what are you doing on Saturday?" What was he doing Saturday, he didn't have work which was nice, so he guessed homework and chores.
"Just chores." he said with a shrug.
"Chores?"
"Yeah housework stuff."
"You mean the stuff that you should avoid until the Environmental Protection Agency steps in?" he wasn't used to doing chores, seeing as half the time they lived in hotels and the other half were in rented apartments. Half the time they hadn't gotten their safety deposit back because of monster anyways. They had never really done much in the way of cleaning, although Sam had always been tidy and organized, so at least that wasn't too bad.
"Why do you ask?" he asked shaking himself out of his thoughts.
"I thought we could see a movie or something?"Rory said.
"Weren't you going on and on about that application to Harvard?" he asked.
"It's not due for weeks and I already got my essay topic picked out."
"Which is?"
"Hilary Clinton." not the one he would have picked, sounded a little basic and something that a lot of kids would do but sounded okay enough.
"Sounds great." he said a fake smile.
"I know she's so smart and tough and nobody thought she could win New York but she did and she's doing amazing and have you heard her speak?"
"Yeah." he lied, she continued on like he hadn't even spoken, which he both liked and disliked. He liked that she was passionate about this kind of stuff, but he disliked that a lot of times she didn't seem to care what he thought about any of it, he reminded himself that she wasn't really his girlfriend though.
"She's a great speaker, strong and persuasive with a wonderful presence and even those suits of hers are getting better. Now that I have Hilary all I need is a date for Saturday, suggestions." Dean Forrester came to mind, Jesse also come to mind. Sam didn't actually want to go on a date with her, because it was just more time pretending to be someone who he wasn't, but again it didn't seem to matter what he wanted, it never did. Sam worked hard to keep a smile on his face, when all he was feeling was melancholy.
"I'd love to." he said with all the fake happiness he could muster. She turned to look at something, and he followed her gaze, a bus the bus that Rory took to school. Again, with the dedication, which was something he admired about her.
"Oh there's my bus, sip." she took one last sip of her coffee" kiss" he leaned in for a kiss.
"Bye."
"Bye."she grabbed her backpack and ran out. Luke came over with the coffee pot. Sam watched as she ran to her bus.
"Fast runner." Luke said looking at her as well.
"It's the coffee."
"Not your face?"
"Excuse me." He knew that Luke didn't like him, he just wasn't really sure why.
"Just missed my youth for a second, I'm back coffee?"
"Sure." Sam was a big coffee drinker juggling hunting, school, homework, friends, it all meant that he never really got all that much sleep. Luke seemed distracted by something in the window though, so Sam turned around and saw an older man taking pictures out the window. The town was weird, much weirder then most places he had been to and he had been to a lot of places. It didn't matter much though he had to get to school as well. He got up from the table and grabbed his bag and went to front to pay. Luke turned back around from the window and saw him and come over and took his money and gave him back his change.
"Bye." Sam said with another fake smile and walked out the door.