A/N: Well, hello there fic I wrote when I was barely a teenager and decided was a good idea to post! As mentioned in previous author's notes, this is not the quality/standard of writing that I post now, but because I don't have anything more recent finished, I am posting these all now. This was originally written in 2014-15ish, I believe. It's been so long I can't remember. I just know that I was a lot younger than I am now.

Regardless of how terrible it is, I hope you enjoy! xoxo!

You Better Believe It!

Dean waited for Sam to say goodbye to his friends in the front of the school. They were all standing in a semicircle right off the steps leading up to the big building. For a moment, Dean watched them. He watched his little brother smile at a joke of them had made, and he watched as Sam started walking away - three of them were already heading towards the line of parked buses - and turned to wave at the rest of the group.

Sam's hair is getting long, Dean thought to himself. The kid preferred it long and always fought Dean when he'd tried to cut it before. This time the older brother would wait for Sam to come to him and ask for a haircut, Dean thought the boy was old enough now to know when his hair length was too ridiculous.

Right now they were in Thornton, Colorado. They were staying at a two-star motel just off the highway. Or rather, that's the room their father was paying for for them to stay at. When Dean had walked in and the room had one, smelled like old sex, and two, the window was broke, he wasn't going to live there. And so he had gone out with his little brother and they found a better, slightly more expensive motel to stay in. Dean found a job fairly quickly and they've been fine since.

Their dad, douche of the year, John Winchester, takes them all across the country. He has this thing about exploring the whole United States before he dies, so every month or two (they've been at this place for two and a half months, which is kind of a record) they move into another motel while their dad is gone somewhere within the state. To Dean, this meant more time to himself and a chance to raise Sammy right. To Sam it meant growing up without either of his parents.

Sometimes Dean doesn't blame their father for their childhood, but other times he can't stand the man. After their mother died birthing Sammy, he fell off the wagon a little and instead of letting his kids be raised correctly by their Uncle Bobby, he decided to drag them all over God's-Green-Earth to fulfill some half-cocked dream of his. Yeah, Dean wasn't too fond of his old man.

"How was your day?" Sam's voice pulled Dean away from his thoughts.

"Hmm... Well. It's been kinda boring, you know, with nothing going on it'll just be another long night at the motel." Everything Dean said was lie, however, because it was May, 2nd, Sam's birthday.

Sam's face visibly fell, his shoulders slouched in and the small smile on his face disappeared instantly. Dean had to bite the inside of his cheek just to keep the bored expression on his face. It was all part of the surprise.

"Yeah, okay." Sam sounded so upset that it almost broke Dean's heart. How could he actually think Dean would forget?

"What were you and your friends talking about?" Dean asked. He wanted to distract Sam as much as possible.

"Oh, they're all heading to the fair that opened yesterday," Dean starts up the car and has to look out his window and turn away from his brother because a smile breaks across his face.

"Did they ask you to go?" Dean plugged the key into the ignition and turned it forward, the engine roared and rumbled underneath and all around them. The only good thing their father ever did was give Dean this car for his eighteenth birthday.

"No," Sam's voice sounded off. He was looking out his own window. "Kevin said he didn't have enough money to get me a ticket."

Dean turned back to the road, a small smirk on his face as his left hand slipped into his pocket and he felt the two tickets that he'd already gotten for today. Dean had talked to Sam's friends and told them to talk about going to the fair all day, just so that Sam would feel a little bit more upset. A part of it was so that Sam was even more happy when he'd learn the truth and another part was just Dean using the opportunity to pick on his little brother. He has to be mean to him somehow...

Dean started out of the parking lot and down the road. The county fair wasn't that far from the school, but Dean wanted to make a couple of stops before they got there.

"You hungry?" Dean asked, Sam continued to stare out the window.

Dean reached over and slapped his little brother, and said little brother yelled and hit him back. "No," he replied. "I'm not that hungry."

"Sam," Dean sighed. "Do you want food or not?" Dean played off being annoyed with him, but Sam saw his grin.

"Yes, please," Sam smiled at him. Yes, Sam had seemed so upset just a little while ago, but he seemed over it already. Dean almost felt bad for him, the kid seemed okay with people forgetting his birthday, but then he remembered where they were going and he cheered himself up with the thought of Sam's surprised face.

They pulled into a gas station, he told Sam to stay put. Dean just wanted to grab some quick snacks that they could eat on the way there. He also wanted to get some change for all of the rides and games he knew they would be doing.

He walked in through the shelves and grabbed a small bag of chips, two muffins, a cookie for Sam, and some licorice. He carried the items to the counter and the clerk - a cute redhead with a piercing in her nose and lip - rung up his items.

"You heading to the fair with this stuff?" She flicked her eyes up to meet his.

"Yeah, it's my kid brother's birthday today, he has no idea," Dean smiled at her. He'd seen her around town, talked to her before, but couldn't remember her name. Her uniform didn't have a nametag.

He pulled out his wallet and gave her a 50 dollar bill and asked for the change back in fives, ones, and quarters. He wasn't sure what he'd need.

"Have fun," she smiled back at him. If he'd been doing anything else, he might have stop to flirt a little, woe her over a little bit. But not today, today he had Sam to devote all of his attention to.

Dean walked out of the gas station and saw a sulking Sam staring out the window. Man, Dean thought with a smirk, that kid does a lot of sulking.

"Hey, cheer up little brother." Dean settled back into the bench seat and closed the door behind him. The old creaking sound an odd comfort.

"Okay, I got you this to eat-" he handed Sam one of the muffins and the bag of chips. "And I want you to put this in your pocket," he held out the cookie and pocketed the licorice for himself.

"I thought we'd go somewhere special.." Sam mumbled. There were sitting pretty close so Dean heard him anyways.

"Hey," Dean said. Sam looked away. Dean rolled his eyes, "I would, but we got places to be." Dean watched Sam angrily tear open his muffin and take a bite, Dean did the same but with a little less teenage angst.

"Why would we-"

"Ah, no questions on your birthday." Dean smiled as Sam whipped around to stare at his brother with wide eyes. His lips pulled back to show his teeth in a wide smile, exposing bit of blueberry muffin still in his mouth.

"You didn't forget?!" Sam moved quick enough for Dean to be caught a little off guard by Sam's arms wrapping around his neck in a tight head. The hug caused Dean to drop his muffin but he couldn't care less, he hugged his brother back.

"Of course no, Bitch, how could I?" Dean teased.

"Jerk!" Sam laughed and sat back down. He resumed eating his food and Dean started up the car again. He saw Sam's leg bouncing up and down quickly, his excitement becoming too much to handle.

"Where?" Sam asked with a mouthful of food.

"One, don't talk with food in you mouth, it's not ladylike," Dean said. Sam glared at him, but broke off into a smile after a moment. "And second, what did I say about questions."

Sam shoved more food in his mouth.

They were almost to the fairgrounds when Sam first saw the ferris wheel, he made a choking sound. Dean checked to make sure he wasn't actually choking. He wasn't. Sam was staring out the window and when Dean pulled into the entrance, he started thanking his brother over and over again.

"Yeah, Sammy. You're welcome." Dean laughed at his little brother.

Sam was barely able to contain his excitement until the car was parked, and as soon as Dean cut the engine, Sam's smaller arms were wrapped around his neck again. "I knew wouldn't forget."

Dean cleared his throat and noticed Sam's friends were standing right where they agreed to be, right by the entrance. Kevin, Charlie, and Jessica. "Hey, Sammy. Look who it is..."

Sam looked up and inhaled sharply. He jumped out of the car and jogged towards the entrance, which was only a couple of parking spaces away from the spot Dean stopped the car. Dean locked the doors and walked after his happy little brother.

Dean eyed the rides as they made it through the gateway, each of the kids getting wristbands to show the other workers that they had access to the rides. He watched as Sam talked excitedly about which ones he was going to ride first with all of his friends. Dean was currently watched one ride whip people in the air - they were protectively strapped down - and around into another loop, when he felt a tugging in his gut. Hopefully Sammy did want him to go on the tall ones with him.

He looked down and saw Sam's thirteen-year-old friends - Charlie, he thinks her name is - staring up at him with wide eyes. "Are you taking us home?"

"Yeah, I can. Don't worry." Dean said, all the while keeping an eye on his kid brother. The walkways were packed with kids and adults alike. It would fall on him if he lost one the them.

"Guys, stay close." He got a couple of affirmatives. They started off by walking down and main walkway and starting from the end of it.

"Hey Dean!" Sam called. "Can we go on that ride?" He pointed to what looked like a spaceship that spun very fast. The sun glinted off of the sign so Dean was unable to read the name of it.

"Sure thing, whatever you want Birthday Boy."

They walked over to the entrance of the ride and stood there until their turn. When the ride finally slowed down to a stop and the door opened, a bunch of kids, parents, and teenagers came stumbling out on unsteady feet. He watched someone close to his age clutching at her stomach.

Dean grinned excitedly at Sam as they walked into the "spaceship." Inside it was dark, and there were purple boards lining the walls. Dean stood next to Sam and his friends lined up on the other side of him. The ride creaked and groaned, and then started to spin.

It didn't feel like they were spinning, it felt like they were stuck to the wall. Dean tried pulling his arm up, it was possible albeit a bit difficult. This continued for another minute and a half and then they started to slow down. Across the to the otherside, Dean saw a kid fall forward laughing.

Dean suddenly understood why that girl was clutching her stomach.

"That was fun - oh, Kevin you don't look good!" Sam laughed as they exited the fence that surround the ride.

"I'm good, I'm good," Dean heard the kid mutter.

Then, as if a flip was switched, they were all ready for the next ride. Dean followed them around, trying to keep all of them in his sights at all times, and went on any ride that he could - which was all of the short ones.

"Hey Dean, do we have enough money to play some of the games. I know when Dad brought us we didn't have-"

"We have enough money to do whatever it is you want. You wanna play some of the fair games, then go ahead." Dean didn't want Sam thinking of money on his birthday, that was Dean's job. Besides, the fifty he used at the gas station wasn't all he had, Dean had been saving up for this trip for weeks now and saved a bunch from each paycheck he got.

"Then can we go the the psychic reading tent next?" Sam asked, pointing to the dark purple and blue colored tent a few feet away.

"Sure," Dean said, trying to sounded excited.

Truthfully, Dean has never believed in that kind of stuff. He has never believed in psychics and the supernatural. Everything that happened had rules and a reason to be happening. If not, then Dean didn't think it was real. But, it was his little brother's birthday, and so he would feign his interest as much as he could so that the smile plastered to Sam's face never left.

All of the kids agreed, so the five of them started walking that way. Kevin and Charlie were talking excitedly to each other, "What do you think your palm says?"

"Hopefully that I'll meet my soulmate!" Jessica cried happily.

Dean smirked and rolled his eyes.

They walked into the tent, Dean holding the curtain back and filing the children in front of him.

The psychic was sitting at the table in the middle of the room reading someone else's palm. There were a few other people in the room, a girl standing next to the girl getting her palm read, and another pair of boys in the corner - one of them was wearing a trench coat which Dean thought was weird because it was warm that day.

Dean was turned, looking at some of the jewelry that was on decorative tables when, all of a sudden, the psychic seem to convulse in her seat. The girl getting her palm read jerked her hand back and the two friends stared in shock. Dean chuckled to himself as he watched all of the kids in front of him watch the act. The two girls left quickly, afraid they had upset her.

Then the older-looking psychic was nearly shouting. She said, "I can sense- I have an energy." She looked right at Dean.

Dean flinched at her glare, she seemed to be staring into his soul. Then her head turned over to the two boys standing in the corner, the one in the trench coat stared back at her evenly. He had a small smile on, as if he knew what was going on. Dean looked between the two, what the hell was this?

"You," She said, looking back at Dean. She gestured with one bony finger for him to step closer.

Dean stumbled forward when Sam pushed at his back. Him and his friends stood back and watched. Dean walked up and stood next to her table and the other dark haired boy with the trench coat stepped forward as well. She took each of their hands and held it tightly.

"This young man came in not ten minutes before you," she gestured to the boy next to Dean. "And I told him if he stuck around he would meet his love."

Dean stared at her dumbly.

"It's you," she said impatiently.

He immediately pulled his hand back, the dark haired boy lost his smile. Dean was already shaking his head, "No, no. First of all, I don't know him. Secondly, I'm not gay."

"I didn't say anything about your sexual orientation-"

"But he's another dude! And he can't be my love! This is why I think these things are st-" Sam stepped in front of his brother and hit him until he quieted down.

"Shut up. If you don't believe in it, then screw you." Sam pushed his brother out of the way and stretched out his palm for the psychic to read. Dean stared for a moment, he was upset that he made his brother say that.

When Sam pushed him, he fell right into the trench-coat-wearing boy. He caught Dean easily, surprising Dean with the muscles that flexed under his sleeves.

"Look, man." Dean straightened up and rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't mean any of that to you, I just… I'm not into guys. And I don't really believe in the whole 'psychic' thing."

His smile was back, "I know." Dean was surprised by how deep his voice was, not too deep but that perfect male voice. "She said my soulmate was going to be difficult at first."

"But how did she-" He only shrugged and began to walk away. He shook his head to clear away the rest of that thought. He realized the boy was almost out of the tent, his friend following close behind.

"Hey, wait!" Dean called out, following him outside. "I didn't catch your name."

"Thought you didn't believe in this stuff?"

"Doesn't mean I don't want to know your name," Dean smirked.

"Castiel," He said.

"Okay, my name's-"

"Dean. I know, she told me." Castiel shot Dean a full smile and disappeared with the other man that he was standing with earlier.

It took Dean a few minutes before he could regain his composure and return to his brother.