Title: If I could be a super hero
Author: jakisbishlygay
Category: gen
Rating: G
Prompts used: Round two: prompt 3, magic 8 ball
Spoiler Warnings: none
Content Warnings: sillyness
Summary: errr, I need a new plot bunny, mine is being silly.

If I could be a super hero (yes, I know, Stephen Lynch is GOD)

Ever since their mother died, Dean wanted super powers. Sammy didn't care, he was to busy watching tv or reading a book.

Dean wanted to go out with his Dad on a hunt and shoot lazers out of his eyes at ghosts, werewolves, and various other creepy things that prowled around at night and took little boys mothers away from them. Again, Sammy could care less.

When Dean was in elementary school, bullies would always pick on him because he was always the new kid. Plus, he was a bit weird. He carried a knife with him always, John telling him to keep it on him and hidden at all times. Dean even told the other kids about what his Dad hunts, that scared them and got him in trouble at home when the school and about a dozen pissed off parents called the house and took turns telling John how to raise his kids. Sam just looked at Dean and said: "Why don't you want to be normal?" Sam still didn't get it.

When Dean was sixteen, he found he DID have a super power. He could drive like noone else. But unless you can exercise spirits an chase demons through thick forest, it didn't count. Sammy didn't like the car much, most of his time spent in it was traveling to one temporary home to the next only to do it all over again.

When Dean was twenty-two, he found he had another super power; making people he loved leave. Sammy, no, Sam still didn't care, he was the one leaving.

When Dean was twenty-six, he discovered another super power. But it wasn't his. It was Sam's. Sam could see the future and move furniture with his mind. This time it was Dean who didn't care.

Sam still remembers how Dean always wanted super powers. How he would go on and on about how he would use them, how he would stop the bad guys. He thought Dean would be proud of him, or at least think he was cool. But Dean just looked at him.

Dean did care, he was jealous, Sam could feel it.

They were in a small, stuck in the 1980's when it came to fashion, town. That's where Sam saw it. He knew that with this one object, he could at least make Dean laugh.

Sam bought it. Hid it in the trunk for weeks. Put a big pink bow that was three times bigger then the box on it, and on the twenty-third anniversary of their mothers death, Sam gave Dean his very first magic eight ball.

Dean glared at the ribbon, opened the box, and closed his eyes.

"Will Sammy ever be normal?"

Shaking the ball, Dean flipped it over.

Dean laughed so hard he fell onto the grass above their mothers grave. Sam peered into Dean's clenched fist and saw in little white lettering surrounded in blue…

Sam fell next to his brother, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.

Both brothers calming themselves, risked looking at the answer again. 'Better not tell you now.'

It was useless, it was night fall before their knees were stable enough to support their weight.

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