Where's the money from (rewrite) (what did you do in college?)
I am coming back this story long after I started it and I've rewritten it to be later in the seasons, starttin when they are at Jodys house talking with the girls, I had a burst of inspiration but I'm going to stick with it this time, might not add the wincest sub plot like I originally planned too, trying to keep occupied during lockdown.
All mistakes are mine, I'm dyslexic so bare with me I am using grammerly, I own none of this ect, all comments welcome,
Sitting around the table with Jody, Alex and Claire, Sam felt almost at home with his brother, Jody was talking about the girls at school and Alex going to college, Sam had his guard down, "Alex is thinking of doing Nursing, working a little side job too, isn't that great?" Jody had that mothering look in her eyes again, hope, pride, Alex on the other hand was bright red with embarrassment,
Dean chuckled, "Regular smarty pants we got here, good on you, gigantor here," he nudged his brother with his elbow, hands still occupied with food, "was a college boy too, right sam? Where did you work again?" he was thinking,
Sam took a swig of his beer, trying to remember what he'd told his brother, "Librarian, spent most of my time there anyway," exhaling a laugh, preparing to tell the tale of his long since forgotten dream career, even Jody hadn't heard all about it.
"Wait, I thought you were a waiter? I thought you didn't get the librarian gig?" Dean coughed, mouth still full of food, brows furrowed.
Sam tried to feign confusion too, now remembering, trying to keep his story straight, "Oh, yeah, it was so long ago now honestly, I remember barley working at all," laughing it off, he let the smile go to his eyes, "What have you got lined up?" keeping the conversation flowing, hoping to move past the slip up.
It did 'THANK GOD' he thought, Alex now excitedly talking about what she'd applied for, the scholarship she'd got, Jody looked so proud, the college was too far for her to commute, "Did you stay in a dorm Sam?" Jody asked, ever so protective, they were still deciding where Alex should stay.
Thinking back to Stanford, he technically had, "Yeah, for the first year at least," he saw Alex's eyes perk up, " I thought it was a good way to make friends," Sam shuffled a bit, trying not to think of the friends he'd left behind, " I mostly just slept there though, to load in the dorm," Sam grimised, then smiled, Jody smacked him on the arm, they chuckled.
"Your no fun Sam," Dean chided, "if I went to college I would'a joined a frat, done allotta partying," his big childish grin aimed at Alex, turning to his brother winking.
Sam shoved him laughing, "It'd suit you, ya big kid, bet you'd never go to class too." Dean looked hurt, then laughed.
"You're probably right, good thing I didn't go."
Jody brought out desert, shutting him up. When the dishes were washed, courtesy of the boys they all sat and talked for hours, about life, not hunting, about old movies the girls hadn't seen, Claire calling the brothers old, more than once, it was well on it's way to 2am when Jody called it a night. She gave the men some blankets for the couches, telling Dean off when he picked the biggest because "I'm older," Jody ever the problem solver pulled him by the ear to the smaller couch,
"You might be older than he is but he's longer, move your ass." She didn't miss Sam's muffled laugh at the boys whining, smiling and bone tired she headed up stairs, "We're not early risers, breakfasts on you," the usual deal.
Dean smiled back at her, still rubbing his ear, "Great, Pancakes, right Sam," knowing he'd be making them, the younger never being much of a cook, Sam just hummed back, eyes closed, already drifting off to sleep.