This chapter is twice as long as I usually post but that's okay because I had a lot of fun writing it and I personally think it's adorable so I hope you really like it.
Sandycub- Ah! Where you been? I was so excited to see your review. I'm glad I kept you interested long enough to stick around lol. Sorry for making you cry. 3
Enjoy yall!
Dean woke up the next morning to the sound of the alarm clock going off. Bobby must have snuck in at some point last night to set it for school. Dean reached over to switch it off and caught a glimpse of Sam. He didn't even flinch.
Dean quietly got out of bed and got dressed for the day. Unfortunately, he had to go to school today to finish his conversation with Mr. Matthews about dropping out. For today... was Dean's eighteenth birthday.
Dean finished getting ready in the bathroom and went downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, where Bobby was waiting with a party popper.
Pop!
"Fuck!" Dean cried out, clutching his chest.
"Ha! Gotcha!" Bobby said with the biggest smile. He got a little too excited waiting to scare the kid.
"Shh! Sam's still asleep."
"Yeah so is your old man," Bobby said, gesturing towards the closed kitchen doors to Bobby's den area. "Sam okay?"
"He finally talked to me last night," Dean said, sitting next to him at the table and getting his breakfast. Bobby had prepared pancakes as his usual holiday or birthday treat.
"He did?"
"He blames himself for the whole thing."
Well that was a short moment of excitement and relief.
"Damn it Sam," Bobby muttered to himself. "What the hell is he blaming himself for?"
"He thinks he should have known."
Bobby shook his head and took another sip of his coffee. Dean ate some of his breakfast. The two sat at the table for a while before John came in and joined them.
"What the hell happened in here?" he asked, pointing to the confetti and glitter on the floor leftover from the popper.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about John. Aint nothing on my floor. You seein things." Bobby retorted. Dean nearly choked on his food to keep from laughing.
"Happy birthday son," John said, clapping his hand on Dean's shoulder as he walked past him.
"Thank you sir."
"The other one come down yet?"
Bobby and Dean looked at each other with uncertainty. John grabbed his coffee and sat at the table with them.
"I called the boys in today," Bobby quickly explained. "Seeing as how you got back less than 24 hours ago, I figured they might need a day."
"Works for me. Maybe we'll do something today?" John asked his son.
"I'm dropping out today."
Bobby had a heart attack and almost dropped his mug on the table.
"I'm sorry, you're WHAT?"
"We already talked it out Bobby," John said, not even glancing his direction.
"And I wasn't a part of that conversation BECAUSE?"
"Because this is Dean's decision and I'm his father."
"And what the fuck am I?"
"Come on Bobby-" Dean started to say.
"This about that Kelly girl aint it?" Bobby asked, interrupting him.
"So what if it is Bobby? You of all people know the hell she's put me through."
"You should think about this-"
"I'm tired of thinking!" Dean screamed. "I'm doing!"
The three sat in silence for a minute.
"I'm going to be late with Matthews," Dean finally said quietly. He stood up and walked over to put his dishes in the sink. "He's supposed to give me a test or something."
"We'll see ya whenever you get back," John said.
Dean grabbed his stuff and was out the door.
Bobby smacked John in the arm.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" John shouted at him.
"YOU FUCKING KNEW HE WAS PLANNING THIS AND DIDN'T TRY TO DO ANYTHING TO STOP HIM?" Bobby shouted back.
"Like what?"
"You talked him into going back on the road with ya, didn't you?" Bobby interrogated.
"I told you-"
John was interrupted by footsteps coming up behind him. Both men turned to look to see Sam in his pajamas standing in the doorway. No doubt he woke up from the loud conversation.
"Morning sunshine," Bobby teased, curious if Sam was going to try to talk to them.
"Morning," Sam miraculously mumbled.
John had to do a double take.
"You speaking finally?" he asked. Sam sat down at the last chair at the table and blushed from embarrassment.
"Um... I'm sorry sir... For my behavior and for not talking to you or Dean. I didn't know how to..."
Sam trailed off. He couldn't think of the right words to say.
"You wanna finish that statement?" John asked. Sam cleared his throat and tried again.
"Brooke is... was my friend and I didn't know what else to do."
John studied his son. Sam fumbled with his fingers like he usually did when he was nervous and was trying, but failing, at looking at his dad or Bobby in the eye. Luckily today, John was feeling remorse for his kid.
"Apology accepted."
Sam smiled slightly and started to get his breakfast.
"What do you say you get dressed and we'll go out and get something for your brother tonight?" Bobby suggested.
Sam smiled even bigger and nodded excitedly. He always tried to go all out for Dean's birthdays the best he could. And now that they might be able to actually celebrate, he had a whole plan ready to set in motion.
"He's gonna make you regret saying that," John joked.
Bobby shrugged and chugged the rest of his coffee.
The walk from Mr. Matthews office to the boys' room down the hall was a very long blur.
Dean made sure the bathroom was empty before letting out the biggest sigh. He didn't realize how much air he had been holding in during that meeting. Here, Dean thought it would be a simple conversation. He'd tell Mr. Matthews he was dropping out, he'd hand Dean some forms or something to fill out, and they'd go on their merry ways with Dean hauling ass out of the parking lot of the high school.
Unfortunately, Dean quickly realized it was not that simple.
After what seemed like an eternity of negotiation, Mr. Matthews finally realized that Dean had made up his mind and was still continuing on this path of dropping out. After prodding for some reason he could use as an escape route to let Dean know this wasn't the answer, he finally gave up. He had done all he could do.
Dean was a lost cause.
Mr. Matthews submitted the paperwork for Dean to take the high school exit exam as soon as possible and promised to let him know the minute he could take it. Only issue was Dean would have to continue attending classes until then.
Which of course didn't make Dean happy.
But if he didn't do so, Mr. Matthews could refuse to give him the test, taking it as a sign that Dean didn't give a fuck.
Which of course, Dean doesn't.
But he wanted the hell out and if one or two more weeks was all he had left before the test got here, then he'd simply suck it up and suffer.
Dean splashed some water from one of the sinks on his face. This water was always hot but luckily, because it's January, the pipes were cold, which meant the water was cold.
The bathroom door opened and Dean quickly cleaned himself up. Three boys walked in, one obviously carrying something drug related in his pockets.
"Get the fuck out of here," one of them said to Dean.
Dean happily did. Fuck that shit.
Realizing how long it had been since he actually did anything school related, he went to his locker. His plan was to grab a couple books to please Mr. Matthews and make it look like Dean was serious. When he opened his locker, a pink piece of paper fell out.
Dean bent down and picked it up. It was dated at the top and he recognized the handwriting.
Dean-
This has gone on long enough and I'm done waiting. I did all you asked me to do. Either you still want to be with me or you don't. I need some sort of sign. So... call me tonight if you still want to be together. If you don't call, I'll leave you alone. But I need an answer.
And of course there was no signature. But the letter didn't need one.
Dean finished gathering things and slammed his locker shut. He turned around, still holding the note, and made eye contact with the writer across the hall.
Kelly watched him out of the corner of her eye as she pretended to be talking to a group of girls she was standing next to.
Dean scoffed and began ripping up the letter. He walked over to the garbage can next to her and threw the remains away.
"That enough of a fucking sign to you?" he hissed in her ear.
Dean walked out of the doors, leaving Kelly behind crying in the hall as spectators swarmed asking her if she was okay.
Sam buzzed up and down the aisles of the convenience store Bobby took him to. They had gotten all of Dean's favorite foods for dinner and now were trying to think of a gift. Dean didn't really need anything and being eighteen didn't really mean anything special to him. It was just another year.
Bobby suggested the idea of a gift basket with random knick knacks. Sam thought it was a great idea.
They hit up the candy aisle and grabbed some treats. Then they went to the toy aisle where Bobby found a dollar toy bin with plastic slinkies and dumb prank gags. Then they went to the entertainment section and found a couple of 80s rock bands compilation tapes that Sam thought were hilarious and knew Dean liked most of the bands included. After finding other random items like a Chevy key chain, pack of gum, and car air fresheners, Sam felt satisfied and picked out a basket big enough for everything to fit in. Eighteen random items for a big brother's eighteenth birthday.
Dean came home later that day and just felt worn out. After what happened at school, he just drove to the middle of nowhere and hung out by himself on the hood of the Impala. He drove back to the house when he noticed how late in the afternoon it was getting.
In fact, Dean head was in an alternate dimension so far, that you can only imagine his surprise walking in the front door and seeing balloons and streamers hanging in the doorway.
"Noooooooo!" Sam screamed, running towards him. "You're too early!"
"Sammy what are you talking about?"
"Go back outside!" Sam said, still screaming and now trying to push Dean out the door. "You're going to ruin the surprise!"
Dean started laughing.
"Sorry Sammy, I can't do that!" he said, playfully pushing Sam away.
"Please!"
"I live here dude! You can't kick me out!"
"Wait!" Sam said, desperately grabbing Dean's arm and tugging on it. "Stay."
"Who the fuck you think you are telling me to stay?"
"Stay." Sam said in a playfully demanding tone.
"Okay!" Dean said, mimicking the same tone.
Sam disappeared into the kitchen area and Dean continued standing in the doorway. After a few minutes, Sam came back carrying the basket.
"What is all this?" Dean asked, taking the basket.
"Just some stuff," Sam said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Aw man! You know I'm gonna use this on you right?" Dean asked, picking up one of the prank gags. Sam rolled his eyes. "And you got the big bag of M&Ms!"
"Do you like it?"
"I do," Dean said, wrapping an arm around Sam's shoulders and pulling him in a half hug. "Thanks."
Sam smiled. Big brother's eighteenth birthday mission accomplished.
"I can't think of a better ending to a crappy day," Dean suddenly said to no one.
"What happened today?" Sam asked. "Can you not take the test?"
"Oh I can take the test... But I'm going to have to take the universe's tests first."
"What does that mean?" Sam asked, obviously confused.
"Later. Right now, I wanna pig out on all this candy my little brother got me. You in?"
They both collapsed on the couch and Dean ripped open the M&Ms bag. He tossed one up in the air and caught it in his mouth. Sam tried to do the same and failed epic-ally. Dean laughed and tried to show him how to do it. Sam still couldn't. But neither of them cared enough. Playing this game was a nice distraction they both truly needed.
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