Hey all! Here is a teenchester fic for you guys! I hope you enjoy it! Comments and critiques are welcome :) Thank you to my sweet fiance RSBCS for helping me edit and publish 3 Sam is 15 and Dean is 19.

When It Rains, It Pours

Chapter 1

Rain. It is always raining here. Sam mournfully looked out the window wishing that dad had decided to take a case in a place less wet. Like California. California would be nice. But they were not in California. They were in the middle of nowhere in Washington where, in the month that they had been there, it had rained for all but a few days. He wished that he did not have to walk to school, but he did not have much of a choice. Dad had taken the truck yesterday to try to meet up with a professor at a college in Montana who might have information on how to kill the creature that had been abducting people and leaving their remains scattered in the forest that surrounded the town. And Dean…. well Dean was gone. He just took the impala and… left.

That was a year ago shortly after he had turned 18. He and dad had gotten into a really bad argument and he just left. Sam had thought he was just going out to get some air. Maybe to go for a long drive. Whatever he needed to do to calm down and come back. But an hour turned into a day. A day turned into a week. A week turned into a month that, as of today, has turned into a year. The only reason Sam knew Dean was even alive was the monthly phone call he would get from him. Not that Sam ever answered him. If Dean wanted to talk to Sam, he could come back. And in every voice message that Dean left, he never asked where they were or how he could find them. He only asked for the chance to explain himself. But Sam wasn't interested. He was hurt.

Dean and dad almost never argued. Arguing with dad was more Sam's thing. But Dean worshiped dad. So, when Sam woke up that Saturday morning to hear yelling and punches being thrown outside their motel room in Missouri, he didn't know what to think. He couldn't make out exactly what was being said, but he recognized the voices as those of his dad and brother. When he opened the door to investigate, Dean and dad immediately went silent and looked at Sam.

"What's going on?" asked Sam.

Answering at the same time, Dean and dad responded with "Nothing."

Dean took a deep breath and said "Go back inside Sammy. Just give us a minute." Sam took a couple steps back but didn't take his eyes off of his brother and father.

After taking a deep breath of his own, dad returned his gaze to his eldest son and said, "So what is your decision?" Dean and dad stared each other down until Dean broke it off, took a long look at Sam, walked to the car, and drove away.

They stayed at that motel for another week, even though the hunt was finished. Every day, Sam ran home from school hoping his brother had come back. And every day, Dean was not there. When dad finally decided that it was time to move on, Sam begged to stay for another week. He simply couldn't believe that his brother would leave them, let alone leave without saying goodbye. But dad simply said that Dean had made his decision, and that it was time to go. A half hour later, they were back on the road, with Sam silently crying in the back seat. Crying for the brother who he had loved so much and had thought loved him as well.

Looking away from the window, Sam brushed away the memory of what happened last year. As he picked up his bookbag and got ready to start walking to school, his phone began to ring. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. As he half expected, it was Dean making his monthly call. And just like every month, he hit ignore. He slipped the phone back into his pocket knowing that he most likely would not be getting any more calls in the immediate future. Dean always called just once. So, when his phone rang again, he assumed it was dad calling. But to his confusion, the caller ID yet again said Dean. Sam hit ignore again and before he could put his phone away this time, Dean was calling yet again. Sam stared at his phone this time feeling conflicted. Half of him wanted to hit ignore again and turn off his phone, even though he knew that he was never supposed to turn it off in case his dad called. The other half of him had alarm bells ringing. Deep down, he knew something was wrong with his brother. But before he could make his decision, the ringing stopped.

He waited for it to begin again, having decided that this time, for the first time since before Dean left, he would answer his brothers call. But all that happened was a notification that there was a voice message. Looking at the clock, he knew that he was going to be late for school. But school would just have to wait a little bit longer. He hit the button to listen to the message and his blood ran cold. When the message ended, he knew two things for sure. The first thing was that his brother was in danger. The second thing was that school was going to have to wait a lot longer than he thought.

To be continued….