Author's Chapter Notes:
Hey there. Here is a chapter for Sam's birthday and then we will be moving on to his departure for college next and a little of the after and then this tale will be done. Don't worry about the ending, it's isn't something bad waiting to happen! Promise!
Feels Like A Birthday
Sam stretched out a yawn as he walked through from the bedroom of the small apartment that they had been in for the last two weeks and took in the sight of his brother packing the last of his clothes into a duffle. The place had been tidied and there was a distinct lack of John.
"Where's dad?" Sam moved forward as he spoke following the smell of coffee, snatching a mug and pouring himself some as Dean finished what he was doing.
"On the way to Bobby's. Figured you and I could take the scenic route and catch him up in a day or two." Sam handed his brother the cup of coffee that he had automatically poured for him and sat down at the table.
"He went on ahead without us? Why?"
"Told him that I wanted to stop somewhere to celebrate you getting old tomorrow. He said he'll catch you when we get to Bobby's."
"We're celebrating my birthday this year?" Sam raised his head, an enquiring look on his face.
"Well yeah, I know we don't normally but it ain't every day that you turn eighteen. Thought you and I could head west a little, have some fun and enjoy some down time."
"Where'd you have in mind?"
Dean grinned. "Tell you when we get there."
"Am I going to like this?" Sam queried.
"Friggin' hope so. Drink up and let's get on the road."
Dean's idea of fun and his own differed in so many ways that Sam wasn't sure if the ripple through his stomach was excitement or dread. He downed his coffee and headed to get dressed.
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It was definitely excitement that was running through Sam now, Dean's lightened mood spreading to him and making his stomach churn. "You brought me to Vegas?" Sam asked for the fourth time as he turned to stare at his brother who was skilfully pulling the Impala into the heavy traffic on the strip. "Is it your birthday or mine?" There was a slight trace of laughter in his voice as he teased his brother's choice of venue.
"Don't worry Sammy I ain't gonna drag you round shows to stare at naked women." Dean grinned at him. "At least not until I've got you drunk." He flicked his eyebrow suggestively.
"So what do you have planned?" The lights from the hotels caught Sam's eye, and he stared out the window, a little awe struck, at the mirad of colours that assaulted his optical nerves.
"Patience little brother, patience." Dean pulled the car over and started to turn into one of the entrances for the hotels, Sam's jaw dropping open when he realised what one.
"Wait, we're staying here?" Sam looked across at the fountains that seemed to almost be right outside the car window. "The Bellagio?"
Dean smiled across at him. "Yeah. I remembered you saying when you were watching that programme about it being built how you'd like to get to stay here, even if it was just for the night. How it would never happen. Well here we are. You like?"
"Oh yeah!" Sam replied. "How the hell did you afford this?" His tone sounded more worried as reality dropped back down on him.
"I had a few lucky runs at poker and pool the last couple of weeks, that and Julie-Anne knows someone that works here." He pulled the car to a halt at the front and motioned for his brother to get out. "I'm gonna go park her. Walk round the fountain until I get back." The smile turned cryptic. "And get the bags."
Sam took the bags and watched as his brother pulled off. Waving away the offer of help from a member of the hotel staff Sam shouldered one duffle and carried the other, heading in the direction of the water display behind him. He wondered briefly what his brother had planned for him as he wandered round watching the ever changing display and marvelling at the technology that allowed this display of living art, his geek side going into overload just a little at the thought of perhaps finding out how it all worked. The hand to his shoulder brought his attention back to the here and now and he turned, expecting his brother but instead being met with the smiling face of Julie-Anne.
"Hey! How'd you end up here?" Sam dropped the bags to his feet and hugged her to him.
"Same way you did. Dean made me," she laughed, pushing him off and turning as she did. "This is Jane."
A pretty brunette with green eyes offered him her hand and smiled at him. "Hi," she said shyly as he took it.
"Hi." I'm going to kill him. He's set me up on a blind date. Julie-Anne whispered something to Jane that made her laugh, her eyes lighting up with a mischievous sparkle as she pushed her friend and discreetly gave Sam the once over, blushing as he caught her. Ok, might just let him off this time.
"Dean told me that he was going to bring you here and go do a show or something so I figured that I'd swing round and visit the birthday boy."
"And getting to see my brother again had nothing to do with it," Sam teased her gently.
"It might have played a little part, where is he anyway?," she chuckled.
"Parking the car."
"You guys have heard of valet parking?" Julie-Anne questioned, raising a hand to brush the hair from her face as she did.
Sam snorted. "Dean let someone else drive and park the Impala? Do you know nothing about my brother? That plus, valet parking isn't a good idea when you've got the stuff that we have in the trunk."
"Oh yeah. Forgot."
She squeaked as Dean moved up silently behind her, grabbing her and lifting her off her feet. "This woman annoying you little brother?"
"Put me down Winchester!" She slapped at the hands that were fastened round her waist. Lowering her back to let her feet touch, he spun her round to face him.
"You made it then." He smiled over at her companion. "And you brought a friend. Hi, I'm Dean."
Jane took his hand. "Jane. Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." The little light danced in her eye again.
Dean looked sternly at Julie-Anne who laughed and kissed him. "Don't worry, I censored it. You boys ready to go inside?"
"Sure. Did you get the room keys?"
Julie-Anne waved the cards at him. "Not a motel Dean, no keys."
"If it opens the door," he said as he picked up his bag. "It's a key. So what is the room like?"
"Un-friggin' believable. Wait to you guys see it.!"
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It turned out that Julie-Anne had managed to finesse a suite rather than the rooms that Dean had asked for her help with. He pulled her aside as Sam entered in front of them, his mouth falling open as he took in the room that he'd just walked into. "I can't afford to pay you back for all this, it was just suppose to be a room."
She kissed his cheek. "Don't worry. It wasn't any dearer than getting two rooms for you guys, besides part of this is my birthday treat for Sam too."
"No way this wasn't dearer….."
She cut him off. "One word. Mom. I asked and she delivered. Now shut up and enjoy it. What do you think?"
Dean gave the room a quick glance over and then looked to where his brother was standing talking animatedly to Jane, excitement on their faces and their noses almost pressed through the window. He smiled. "It's perfect."
Julie-Anne tugged his arm and brought his attention back to her. "I left you guys some new clothes in the bedrooms," she said, a laugh escaping her at his look. "What? I need my arm candy to look the part. We'll be back up at eight for you, we can get something to eat and then hit the town."
"Sounds like a plan. I ain't eating here though, need to find someplace that serves real food."
"Already have and it is here. Jane and I are going to get beautified and then we'll be back. I'll take your key, I need it for the elevator." She grabbed one of the key cards from the table and, ignoring his remark about it not being a motel and not having keys, called to Jane who was still chatting away merrily to Sam. "Come on girl, sooner you leave him, sooner you'll get back."
With that they left the boys to it, Dean looking over at Sam with a cautious smile on his face. "Well? Do you like?"
His brother nodded. "I feel like Alice in Wonderland, like someone has dropped me down the rabbit hole into a whole other world," he replied a little giddily. "You shouldn't have done this, it's too much."
"Dude, always with the girly analogies! Don't tell me I wasted Jane's time?" Sam scowled at his brother and Dean chuckled. "Your eighteen Sam, except if anyone here asks you're twenty-one." Dean pulled a fake id in Sam's own name from his pocket and handed it to his brother. " You don't get to do eighteen more than once. Besides, it was either this or give you the car and there is no way that I'm parting with the Impala dude, not even for you, so you'll just have to do with second best."
Sam grinned widely. "What? I don't get the car? Damn. Guess this'll have to do then." He strode over and hugged his brother quickly. "Thanks." He stepped back and headed for one of the bathrooms.
Dean waited until the door shut and then clapped his hands together with a little expression of glee on his face. "Ok, shower first." He headed for the bathroom at the other end of the room, stopping in the door and calling to his brother. Sam's head appeared. "Don't use all the hot water bitch!"
Shaking his head, Sam huff good naturedly. "Such a jerk!" Dean laughed out loud as his brother slammed the door and then turned to survey the bathroom and the huge shower, his thoughts turning to getting Julie-Anne up here with him even as he stripped and stepped under the, for once hot, jets of water.
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They met back up at the suite after Dean had taken advantage of the 'I could live in this' walk in shower, the wet bar and the room's entertainment system. Sam had sampled the delights of the spa bath, surviving the barrage of girl jokes that his admission of delight in it had sparked from his brother.
They were both looking decidedly cleaner than what they had when they arrived. Julie-Anne whistled her appreciation at the two figures clad in new black denim jeans and soft cotton shirts, Dean's a deep green and Sam's a deep chocolate colour. She turned to Jane, laughing as her friend eyed Sam hungrily. "He does look good enough to eat." She stepped forward and grabbed Dean's arm, waiting until Sam walked forward and took Jane's. "Let go people."
Dinner was at the steakhouse and even Dean couldn't finish all his main meal, despite his best efforts, but he still made room somehow for dessert when no one else could face one.
Sam groaned and sat back as he finished eating. "I may never have to eat again." Three voices chorused their agreement.
They moved on after that to a show and Sam felt an almost childlike delight when he realised that Dean had got tickets for a magic show in the lounge of one of the other hotels. He sat enthralled, watching the show and giggling with Jane, both trying to work out the tricks. He didn't see that Dean was watching, a look of contentment on his face at his brother's joy.
Julie-Anne tugged his sleeve. "He's having a good time and Jane really likes him."
Dean turned, his smile bright. "Yeah. Thanks for helping me with this. I just wanted him to have a normal day, you know? Well palatial hotel room aside, normal."
"You can thank me properly later." There was a flash of heat in her eyes.
"I intend to," he answered, his eyes mirroring hers.
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Sam chattered all the way back to the hotel about the show, the other having to remind him on more than one occasion that they were actually there too. His enthusiasm was infectious though and by the time they got back to the hotel they were all buzzing.
Dean took Sam to play some of the tables while the girls watched and the whoop of delight that went up when Sam won had heads turning until they realised that it wasn't a big win just a group of over enthusiastic tourists.
By three in the morning even Dean was flagging so they made their way back up to the suite. Dean threw himself down on the couch and pulled Julie-Anne down with him. "Well that was quite a night," he said yanking off his shoes and resting back. "What are you two up to?"
Sam and Jane where whispering to each other, stopping as Dean addressed them, a warm smile appearing on his little brother's flushed face. "I had the best time tonight Dean."
"Good." Dean hadn't missed how his brother's hand was holding Jane's, his thumb sliding gently across hers. "Happy Birthday Sam."
"Thanks." He looked at Jane, the flush creeping further up his skin. "So we thought that we'd just go through and leave you two alone for a bit" he said, hooking a thumb at the bedroom door behind him and trying desperately not to meet his brother's eye.
Dean bit back the snarky remark that was begging for release at the fact that Sam was going to spending the night with Jane. Tonight was Sam's birthday, he'd torture him about it tomorrow. "Ok, but we were gonna turn in ourselves anyway." He stood and lifted a surprised Julie-Anne up into his arms, earning a thump.
"Put me down idiot," she said even as she tightened her arms around his neck and lent back, now staring at an upside down Sam and Jane. "You kids behave now. Don't do anything we wouldn't do."
Two flushed faces made both Dean and her laugh and Sam waved a hand at them even as he backed towards the bedroom door. "You're worse than him."
Julie-Anne shook her head. "Not possible. G'night." Dean and her disappeared behind the door and there was a little scream followed by a lot of laughter.
"You're brother's nice." Jane lifted her hands and brushed back Sam's hair from his face.
"He's the best."
"Hold that thought. Julie-Anne and I can compare notes in the morning." She giggled as he blushed again and kissed him as they moved through the door. "Going to show me that bath that you were so taken with earlier?"
Sam swallowed hard and nodded, taking her hand and leading her through.
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It was still early when Sam woke up, a little smile on his face as he took in the sleeping woman beside him. He lay there for a bit, trying to get back to sleep but he couldn't, deciding that the bed was almost too comfortable to actually be comfy. Sighing he threw back the covers and grabbed one of the hotel bathrobes, tying it tightly and padding barefooted out into the main room.
Dean was sitting on the floor near the window watching the fountains going through their cycle of colours and water jets. His brother's head turned, surprise and a smile on his face as Sam grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and flopped to the floor across from him.
"Dude! Legs or shorts!" Dean gestured and turned away as Sam realised that he had probably just flashed his brother and quickly rearranged his legs on the floor.
"Sorry. Couldn't you sleep?" He sipped the water and he too looked out to watch the fountains dancing in the breaking light of the dawn.
"Nah. I think the bed's too clean, not used to having nothing biting my ass when I'm trying to sleep."
"You kicked Julie-Anne out then?" Sam wise-cracked with a way too straight face causing his brother to snort into the bottle of beer that he held.
"Funny guy. Jane still sleeping?"
"Yeah."
"So, you guys have fun?" Dean asked, a little suggestion easing into his voice.
"A gentleman never kisses and tells, but we had fun." He lent closer to Dean. "My birthday was awesome."
Dean smiled. "Good." He lifted the booklet that was lying open in his lap and handed it to his brother. "Got this for you geek boy." It was about the hotel and the fountains. "Thought you'd have to know how everything worked." Turning he looked out the window again. "They're kinda cool to watch. Kinda pretty even." A little curse escaped him as the words did.
"Pretty?" Sam choked on his drink. "Did you just use the word pretty?" The laugh earned him a punch to the knee.
"Shut up! You know what I mean." Dean searched for a better word. "I like them."
"I like them too." Sam flicked through the booklet, reading little snatches as his brother continued to watch the dancing waters below. "This is great. Where did you get it?"
"Julie-Anne saw it in the gift shop, drew my attention to it. See even she thinks you're a geek."
They sat for a while after that, Sam telling Dean random facts about the fountains and just chatting in general until Sam realised that he hadn't asked the question. "Does dad know that we're here?"
Dean tore his eyes from view. "In Vegas? Yeah. In the Bellagio? Hell no. He'd have a fit at the ammo money we've just blown on this little trip."
Sam chuckled. "So, our little secret then?"
"Damn straight." He held up his bottle and Sam chinked his water against it.
"Guess I'm going to try and get back to sleep." Sam stood and headed back to the bedroom door, pausing when he got there. "Truth? It's weird not sleeping in the same room as you snoring your ass off." He smiled back over his shoulder at his brother.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Guess it's just something that we're gonna have to get used to." Dean didn't look at him, instead he held his gaze on the day breaking outside the window.
"Guess so. For what it's worth, I'm going to miss you." Sam didn't wait for an answer, just pushed his way back through the door.
"Yeah, me too." Dean said to no one, letting his head fall against the cold glass of the window, starting when a hand reached down and touched his shoulder. He looked up at Julie-Anne's reflection in the glass.
"Hey." She placed a kiss to his neck and settled down next to him.
"Hey." He turned then pulling her into a kiss and draping an arm round her shoulders, only noticing the envelope in her hand as she put it down on the floor to steady herself and regain her balance. "What's that?"
"I didn't want to bring it up earlier or until we were alone. Mom gave me it." She held it out to him. "It's for Sam."
Dean's eyebrow kinked a little as he took it from her, quickly checking the contents and then he pocketed it, turning back to the view with an unreadable expression on his face. "I'll give it to him in the morning."
She wanted to kiss away the pain in his voice. "You coming to back to bed?"
He shook his head. "Not tired."
Julie-Anne leant up to whisper in his ear. "That…wasn't what I asked." She straightened up and held out her hand to him. "Come on, let's see if I can't put a smile back on that pretty face and then lull you back to sleep."
He sighed. "You and your mom…always with the pretty." Dean let her pull him back into the bedroom, trying to ignore the weight of the envelope in his pocket.
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Sam smiled as he rolled over and caught sight of Jane staring at him. "Morning."
Colour highlighted her cheeks again as she smiled back. "Morning."
He lay there feeling a little awkward, not sure what he should be saying or doing next.
Jane broke the silence. "I don't normally do this, not sure if we should be back at it or getting dressed, saying goodbyes and running for the hills," she joked trying to lighten the tension.
"What would you like to do?," Sam asked shyly. She snuggled into the covers.
"Actually. I'm good here." She leant over and kiss him gently, both of them jumping as a fist pounded on the room door.
"Sammy? You decent in there?" Dean's voice sounded through the door.
Jane giggled and slipped further under the covers as Sam answered. "Yes. What'd you want?"
A head was stuck round the door. "You guys behaving or does my timing suck?" Dean grinned at him.
Sam threw a pillow. "You here for a reason or just to try and torment us?"
"There's food out here it you guys want some, but I'd hurry, 'cos Julie-Anne worked up an appetite this morning and she's working her way through a piece of everything as we speak."
"I heard that Winchester," Julie-Anne's voice drifted through to them. "Pot and kettle, I wasn't the one that ate all the bacon!"
Sam gave his brother an amused look." We'll be out in a minute."
As his brother's head disappeared Sam sighed, pulling back the covers and starting to get up. "So did you have a good birthday?" Jane slipped out of the bed and pulled a robe on.
"If you had said that you were taking me to Vegas for my birthday I would probably have said no thanks. Not my thing. This has been great though, the hotel, the show…." He smiled. "….you." He placed a gentle kiss on her nose. "Best birthday ever."
Dean and Julie-Anne were both dressed and sitting side by side on the couch, sharing a newspaper when they walked through. The scene was so domesticated and so un-Dean like that Sam couldn't help but chuckle. "God , look at you two." He grabbed some toast and slide down into the seat across from them, Jane moving to sit beside him.
"What?" Dean raised his eyes from the paper.
"You're sitting there reading the morning papers. Hell you've even split one between you!"
"And?," his brother asked defensively.
Sam struggle for the word he wanted. "It's all so….normal You look like an old married couple."
Dean and Julie-Anne exchanged a horrified look at the 'married couple' remark and then she pulled the paper from Dean and handed it to Sam. "Yeah but your brother is looking at the obits for sudden deaths and the crime beat pages, not the sports."
"I can do normal." Dean chimed in, sounding offended.
"I know." Sam hand his brother back the pages. "It's all just a little surreal, what with the hotel room and everything."
Folding the paper the elder Winchester leaned forward. "You ready to go back to reality?"
Sam looked at sadly at Jane but still nodded. "You know what? I think I am."
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Four hours later they had dropped the girls off and were sitting in a tatty little diner, its seats ripped and patched with duct tape and the smell of grease hanging in the air.
"This more like it?" Dean sipped at his coffee and made a face as the bitter taste hit him.
"Yeah." Sam played with his fork, stabbing idly at the food in front of him.
"What?" Dean knew that his brother was thinking even as he asked the question. "Still worried that you won't fit in at college?"
Sam shrugged. "Maybe. A little."
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother. "Sam I love ya, but you're a geek. College is designed for people like you. You'll fit in, believe me." He fished in his pocket. "Almost forgot, I got you something."
Sam looked at the long box that his brother had laid on the table. "What's this?"
"Open it and see."
It was a silver pen set but it wasn't an ordinary one. Sam's eyes widen as he took in the symbols engraved on them and looked back up at his brother. "These are amazing. Are those wards engraved on these?" He rolled one of the pens round in his hand to take in all the symbols that were beautifully etched onto its surface.
"Yup. Thought that they'd keep you safe at college." Dean fiddled with the napkin as he spoke.
"These are really unusual. Where did you get them?"
Dean's face flushed briefly. "I didn't get them anywhere. Well, I bought the pens but the engraving was me."
Sam's head shot up in surprise. "You did this? My god Dean, this must have taken you forever, they're so small to work on. When did you do this?"
"Jim has a friend, he does cups and things for the church clubs? I asked him to show me how and he let me use his equipment."
"These are….these….." Sam dropped his head, his emotions welling a little at his brother's gift.
"Practical and protecting. Didn't think I'd let you go to college naked, did ya?" Dean played with his ring trying to ignore the fact that his brother was fighting for control. He pushed back the chair and stood, dropping money on the table as he did. "I need to hit the head. Go wait for me in the car. Ooh…I got something else for you."
"Dean….!" Sam didn't think that he could take anything else from his brother at the moment. The envelope dropped on the table in front of him and he frowned at the writing on it, his name scrawled on it in a hand that he didn't recognise. Dean enlightened him.
"Agnes gave Julie-Anne this. It's bus tickets and shit that you'll need for when you leave. Seems she already knew that we'd be at Bobby's place, must have spoke to him about it. I'll meet you in the car." There was a choked sound to his brother's voice that kept Sam's eyes firmly routed to the envelope.
Waiting until Dean was gone Sam ran his hand loving across the pen one more time before he put it back in the box and pocketed it. He opened the envelope and surveyed its contents. The tickets were from South Dakota to Palo Alto and there was a key, some money and a couple of letters, the contents of which Sam quickly scanned as he stood and walked to the diner door. One was directions to the apartment and the other was a letter of introduction for the job that she had set him up with. Nestling in the corner of the envelope was also a little good luck charm that made him smile.
He pushed out into the parking lot, guilt and relief now playing on him with equal measure.
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Dean had finally had to pull in and let Sam drive for a spell, between his mind refusing to switch off about the fact that his brother was leaving in a couple of weeks and Julie-Anne keeping him awake, he was beat.
"Call it an extra birthday treat," he advised his brother as he slumped into the passenger seat, feeling more comfortable there with his old leather jacket over him that he had in the bed with the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets. Closing his eyes he drifted off.
He was torn from his peaceful dreaming when he felt the engine cut out and heard the curse escape from his younger brother's lips. He turned his head and stared at Sam.
"What…did you just do?" His voice carried more menace than he meant it to.
Sam swallowed nervously and held his hands up in a defensive gesture. "I didn't do anything…it…" Dean's glare hardened. Sam rolled his eyes. "…she just died." Sam tried the key again and the engine made some half hearted attempts at turning over before it quit again.
Dean stretched and sighed. "What did you do to my car? I just serviced her, this should not be happening!"
"Nothing, it…she just quit on me!"
Dean gave him a look that could freeze water. "My car does not just quit! What…did…you…do?!"
Sam's voice carried annoyance in it now. "Nothing! I didn't to a damn thing to it."
"Maybe if you'd stop calling her an it." Dean grumbled under his breath. "Get out."
Sam took a look at the rain that had started to fall but decided now was not the time to argue. He got as Dean slid across the seat and turned the key. "Come on baby don't do this to me." The engine gave a more spirited attempt to catch this time and Dean almost grinned before it died again. "Sonuvabitch." Dean rested his head briefly on the steering wheel and then got out. Sam watched as his brother popped the hood.
"What d'you think it is?"
"If I knew Sam I wouldn't be standing here scratching my head." Dean scratched as he spoke.
Sam rolled his eyes again and leaned on the wing. "What are you going to do?"
"Go by the numbers, eliminate what it ain't and then I should know what it is." Dean stuck his head under the hood and went to work.
Sam stood watching his brother for a while and then decided he could at least go do some research and make himself useful. That plus the fact that it wasn't raining in the car. He pulled opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat.
Lost in his work it tool two attempts for Dean to catch his attention when he called to him. "Sam? Turn her over would you?" Sam reached over and tried to start her. Nothing.
"Sam?!" Dean's head appeared at the side of the hood.
"I turned it…she's still dead Dean." He cringed as his brother's face grew dark and he disappeared under the hood again. Dean's curses were so loud that they filtered into the car. It was a long time since Dean had cursed at the car like that. It so wasn't a good sign.
"Try it again!" Dean's voice bellowed through the silence of the back road they were on.
Sam did. Nothing. "Still dead."
"Sonuvabitch. Piece of junk." Sam watched in amusement as Dean slammed the hood down, patted it and then rested his head on it. His brother was going to be a joy to be around for the next few hours.
Sam stuck his head out of the car window. "Want me to call Bobby?"
Dean groaned and then shoved himself up off of the hood, nodding as he walked round to the door. "This so better not be something that I've missed or I am never gonna hear the end of it!" He flung himself against the car as Sam dialled.
"Hey Bobby." Dean zoned out of the rest of the conversation his mind wandering to the fact that if it was something that he couldn't find wrong with the Impala then maybe it was broken for good this time. The thought always worried him every time something happened to the car…that this time would be it and another little bit of his family would be lost to him. First Sam, now this….. He shook his head to clear the thoughts and the sound of laughter from the other end of the phone reached him and brought him back. Bobby was laughing at him. Dean decided he would kill the man after he got them back to his.
Sam shut the phone and sighed. "Says he can't get here until tomorrow morning. Dad and him have gone out on a hunt and it'll take him a while to get home and then get to us."
"Perfect." Dean ran his dirty hands over his jeans and threw his head back. "Just perfect."
He walked round and opened the driver's door back up and looked up at his brother expectantly. Sam walked round and put his weight against the trunk.
Slowly the car started to move.
"Come on Sammy, push for god's sake, put your back into it. There's a spot just up ahead that we can pull her into." Dean started to pulled her in even as he called back to his brother.
"I am pushing. Not my fault that the damn car weights a ton!" He bit back as he put a shoulder down to it.
"Nope, but you're the one that broke it."
Sam rolled his eyes but didn't answer, he just kept pushing. Finally she slid into a space at the roadside that took her far enough in to be out of the way of the passing traffic.
Dean dropped himself in and pulled her to a halt, leaning back and waiting until his brother joined him inside. "You got anything to eat, 'cos it looks like we're spending the night here?" He rolled his head to look at Sam.
"Some candy, there's water and I've got a packet of biscuits in my pack. You?"
"Same. At least we won't starve. Do you want to see if we can find a town?"
They both looked out at the rain. "Nope."
Sam started to chuckle, slowly letting it build up until he was vibrating in the seat. Dean scowled at him.
"What' so funny?"
"Nothing." Sam calmed himself before he spoke again. "It's just you and me, stuck in the middle of nowhere, waiting on someone to come get us? No food and having to sleep in the car? Now this feels like a birthday."
Dean cocked his head and nodded a smile playing over his own lips. "Guess it does, doesn't it?"
