A/N
Alright I'm done with this shit. Haha, it sucks so bad. I'm sorry, but some of you wanted it finished, and here it is finished. Wow, I should get paid NOT to write. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it all. Thanks to all my reviewers who stuck with it, and anyone else who's reading and hasn't reviewed. Makes me feel special either way ;D And I'm going back to writing Old Man Serra which sucks as well, but I like.
Chapter Fifteen
There was always something rewarding about finishing a job. It didn't matter if you brought it upon yourself, or someone else did, there was always a sense of relief when you were done. That is, until the next job. But part of him kept going because there always was that sense of relief. There was always the party after he finished a thesis paper. Or there was always a good grade that came after. There was always some one to say "good job" when you scored that goal, or someone's smile that reminded you that it was all worth it. But right now, the relief came in the oddest way possible. Neither boys had spoken until they had reached a moving freeway, highway four. And that was when the relief had come; Dean had started complaining. He complained about the bitch, he complained about the demon, and he complained about the freak taking him over. But all Sam could do was sit back in the passenger seat of the impala and laugh. Relief truly came in ironic ways.
"Dean," Sam finally interrupted the on going rambling. "Take a breath."
"Not funny Sam," Dean replied. And that was when he remembered the conversation that had gone on earlier. There was no point in denying it Dean had realized. There was no point in tying leashes. Because even though Dean would take Sam hating him over losing him any day, this time he didn't have the choice. "So, I'm guessing I should drive right on down to Stanford? We're pretty close, only three hours. Unless of course, that's to long, and you could always take a bus."
"Dean-"
"Or maybe you could call Becky, I'm sure she'd pick you up. Or maybe you could walk, I know you could use the exercise. No, I've got it! You could hitchhike. I'm sure that'd be fun."
"Dean…"
"You know Sammy, are you even ready to go back? Cause I bet the moment we get there you're going to be filled with some sad assed memory and cry like a baby. That's what you've always been good at, and trust me I know. Maybe I should drop you off somewhere else. How about like Harvard or Yale? I bet they'd take you. Oh wait, that's even longer of a ride. I guess you'd have to take a bus for that one. No, you could still hitch hike. It could still be fun-"
"Okay first of all, it's Sam. And second of all, I'm not leaving."
Dean opened his mouth to say something, but then clammed it shut. He did this three more times. Sam perked one eye opened and laughed. And when he laughed, Dean couldn't help but laugh. Soon enough, both boys were laughing hysterically, all the while Dean was trying to keep control of the car. Dean finally pulled over and stopped the car. And as soon as he had started laughing, Dean stopped.
"What was that shit you pulled back there?" Now he was screaming.
"Whoa Dean, don't flip shit on me. Chill, if I had told you it wouldn't have worked."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just be glad I'm not going to kick your ass."
And with that, Dean turned the music up allowing Blue Oster Cult to blare through the impala. Sam finally deciding Dean had not yet gone insane, leaned back and closed his eyes again. There was something unnerving about the past week. There was something unnerving about the past year. There was something unnerving about the past twenty-two years. But right now, Sam decided it was okay.
Right now, everything would be okay. Everything was okay. It didn't matter what was ahead, or what had happened. Right now Sam made a decision. There was no looking back, but that didn't mean he had to forget. There was something Sam realized as he got stuck in Winter Wonder Land. Home was such an important place for him, he had always been looking for a home. But what Sam learned was that while he was looking for a home, he was truly running away from it. He hadn't intended to. He just though college would be a good place to understand where home was, and what home was. But that hadn't done it. It had taken a fucked up crazy bitch, some fucked up demon, and getting a little lost to realize what home truly was for Sam Winchester. And that's when realization struck him. And finally everything made sense. He finally understood what was always known. It was the mere fact that Dean was his home, and home wasn't a place. It was the mere fact that Dean was always there, and he had taken advantage of it until Dean was taken away.
