G-Growth Spurt
Takes place before the start of Supernatural (Little Sammy)
(Dean's P.O.V)
Sometimes I find myself just in awe of my baby brother's achievements, I suppose he's not such a baby anymore though, since he is 17 now and never lets me or Dad forget it.
I could remember when Sam could fit in my arms, fluffy brown hair always in his eyes, and when I could make him smile with a simple goofy face.
Then when Sammy was 2 I remember walking in on him trying desperately to read the lord of the rings for god sake, not your typical toddler tale.
Always so smart, I like to think that I taught him, but in truth Sammy has just always sort of figured it out. He was walking at 6 months, reading at 2 years, top of his class by grade 2, and kept straight A's all through middle school right up into high school.
Of course this often got unnoticed by Dad, who tended to favor me for my athletic ability, not that Sam wasn't athletic he was just sort of awkward.
All throughout his life Sam has been sort of a runt, pretty short, kinda chubby even, not very strong.
Recently though the kids shot up like a bean, surpassing my height by 16, now sitting at around 6'3 with no signs of slowing down.
The problem is when you go from 5'8 to 6'3 in a year you kinda have to relearn how to move.
Case in point Sam is constantly falling over, bumping into things, tripping over his feet, all aspects that annoy dad to no end.
The added height also turned my little brother from a chubby kid to a walking skeleton, seriously the kid has no meat on his bones, despite his incessant appetite.
Sam could quite honestly eat anyone under the table, even me, I mean I swear I'm gonna have to start hustling pool full time just to keep up with this kid's stomach.
Anyway this growth spurt has really made it difficult for Sam in training, which is why I'm currently cringing as my brother attempts Dad's homemade obstacle course with little success.
"COME ON SAM PICK UP THE PACE!" I hear my Dad scream as Sam nearly trips over himself trying to avoid the pylons.
"I'M TRYING!"
"YA WELL TRY HARDER!"
I shake my head as I look at his time hitting the reset button already sure he won't come anywhere close to finishing under a minute.
"You know Dean, you could do this no problem when you were 12, Sams practically an adult and he looks like a mess out there."
"Aw come on Dad, he's just tired. We've been out here all day and he's probably hungry." I argue as Sam crosses the finish line falling in a heap on the floor.
"I hope you're not making excuses for your brother, their Dean, Sam has to learn he can't get by on just his brain all the time."
I roll my eyes but keep my mouth shut.
Sam slowly gets up limping towards us, his face pale and laced with sweat as his long hair sticks to his forehead.
"Looks like you could use a run there Sam, how about 5 miles north and 5 miles back than where done."
I see Sammy's face fall, his eyes watering, clearly exhausted and upset.
"How about I go to Dad, I need to work on my cardio." I begin walking over to Sam seeing his eyes pleading with Dad.
Dad glares at me for a moment but doesn't argue.
"Be back before dark."
I nod and both Sam and I take off on a light jog through the forest trail.
After a few minutes Sam falls behind and I can hear his heavy breathing.
I turn around and watch as Sam half runs half limps behind me.
"Hey, let's stop for a second and take a break." I begin pretending to feel more winded than I really am.
Sam nods and stops panting harshly.
"You okay?" I ask motioning for him to sit next to me.
"Ya….I'm fine…..leg cramp."
I nod in understanding, Sam's been having pretty bad muscle cramps all throughout his growth spurt, some nights are pretty bad but recently they've been worse.
"I've got some Advil back at the motel."
"Thanks."
Sam falls quiet after that and we both sit for a bit longer.
"Do you…..do you ever wish you were different?"
I turned to Sam, shocked by the question.
"Do you?"
Sam shrugs.
"I don't know, sometimes I wish I were you, not so freakishly tall and skinny you know."
I'm shocked, I'd never realized how much Sam idolized me, since he was always the smarter one, the more sociable one, your typical doctor in the making.
"I'm nothing to brag about Sam."
Sam looks at me like i'm stupid.
"Ya you are, you always know what to say, you know how to talk to girls, and Dad actually likes you, I'm just your clumsy, too tall nerd brother."
I can see Sam's eyes water as he turns away from me, and I wonder how long this has been on his mind.
I sigh "Sam you're not just my nerd brother, Hell Sam I could never do half the shit you do, you think I got good grades in high school, hell no I nearly flunked 7th grade."
Sam looks at me confused.
"I didn't know that."
"Ya well that's because I don't like telling people, but for the record being too tall doesn't exist, chicks dig it, and once you grow into it a little more you're gonna have a hard time keeping away from the ladies trust me."
Just then Sam's stomach made the angriest loudest sound I'd ever heard.
"Sounds like you're hungry." I remark helping Sam onto his wobbly feet.
"Starving, can we go back now."
I nod and we jog back, Sam is still limping but it's not far and soon we're back where we started Dad waiting by the car for us.
"Took you boys long enough, I hope Sam didn't slow you down too much there Dean."
"Nah, the kids, a natural runner, kept pace the whole time." I lied, turning to Sam who cracked a smile for the first time in a while.
"Well that's an improvement, so where should we go for dinner?" Dad asked as we loaded ourselves into the Impala.
"Actually Dad Sam's legs have been bothering him today, can we just head back to the motel and order pizza or something." I ask before handing Sam an ice pack for his legs.
"Why not, probably cheaper anyway with Sam's appetite."
(Sam's P.O.V)
I take 3 Advil when we get back to the motel hopeful that it kicks in sooner than later, and jump in the shower.
The annoying thing about these crappy motels is the fact that I literally have to bend over just to get my hair wet since I'm now taller than a lot of the showers.
I hate being this tall, it's so weird and I stick out like a sore thumb no matter where we go.
At least when I was short I flew under the radar at school, now since I'm constantly the new kid I get these super creative nicknames like gigantor, skeleton kid, skinny boy, and even freak.
I quickly get out of the shower aware that Dean is in the next room waiting for his turn, and throw on Dean's old sweats which are about 3 inches too short, along with a shirt that I thought fit, except that now it barely covers my belly button.
"Damn it."
How much taller was I going to get because I can't take anymore of this shit.
I quickly walk into my shared bedroom with Dean and pull out a zip up sweater, one that covers my torso but not my arms so I roll up the sleeves so it doesn't look ridiculous.
God I hope Dean is right about me growing into this because right now I really do look like a freak.
I wait until I hear Dean get into the shower before pulling out my backpack I keep under my bed at all times just in case.
I quietly shut the door behind me and rest my legs on my twin bed, unfortunately sitting like this means a quarter of my leg hangs off the bed but I don't worry about that now.
I quietly unzip the bag and pull out the pile of college pamphlets I've been looking at for several weeks now.
I was aware that graduation was still a year away but the second I grabbed my diploma I was out of here, off to Yale, or Stanford maybe, I hadn't decided yet, all I'd decided was that hunting wasn't the life I wanted.
Maybe if I was more like Dean I could do what Dad wanted of me but I wasn't and everybody knew it, might as well put the only thing I had running for me to use, my head.
Dean's loud singing almost made me chuckle, I hope he understands it wasn't him, it was never him.
Suddenly I hear the Impala pull up into the parking lot, dad was back with the food.
I stuff the papers back in my bag, and throw it under my bed before exiting the room reminding myself that it was 1 more year, just 1.