(Chapter 8!
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The weeks that followed Dean's birthday where quiet. Even though it was February Dean's teachers where putting a lot of homework on all the students for their finals that where going to be coming up in May and then graduation for those done with the program in June.
"Sam, why did I decide to become a mechanic?" Dean asked late one night as he hit his head against one of his books.
"Is that a rhetorical question or do you really want an answer?" Sam asked looking up from the R.L. Stine book he was reading.
"It was a rhetorical question, but if you want to answer it you can." Dean said as he shut his book and walked around, his bare feet sinking a little into the carpet.
"Because you want to get a good job and make good money so you can do a good job raising all the little Winchesters that you're going to have some day." Sam said as he watched Dean go to the fridge and grab a coke.
"I'm already raising a little Winchester." Dean said looking at Sam "That reminds me, we need to clean up the place from top to bottom this Sunday. I got a call from Almanzo yesterday and he told me that someone was going to come and look at the place and 'make sure it was up to child living standers.' On Monday." Dean made quotations around that and sighed. He really was trying to bring Sam up right, but what if it wasn't enough? Maybe Sam really was better off with a mother and father who could really take good care of him give him every opportunity that he could. Dean shook that thought away. He was not going to give Sammy up whatever the cost. He stopped in the kitchen and pulled out the milk jug and poured himself and Sam a glass and stuck them into the microwave.
"Are you done studying?" Sam asked as he stretched cracking his fingers.
"Yeah, for now. I'll probably crash after I get something to eat for a snack and hit the books again in the morning." Dean said through a yawn.
"Why did Almanzo tell you that someone was going to come on Monday, I thought it was supposed to be a surprise?" Sam questioned as he closed his book and looked at his older brother.
"Who knows Sammy, maybe he's on our side?" Dean suggested as he took the mugs of milk out of the microwave and added in some sugar and coco powder stirred it up and gave one to Sam.
"After this it-" Dean started to say but Sam interrupted him
"I know, I know, brush my teeth, wash my face and go to bed. I'm not a baby anymore Dean, you don't need to keep reminding me what to do." Sam said making a face.
"I know you're not Sam, but you tend to forget to brush your teeth and we don't have dental insurance or the money to get a root canal done or teeth pulled unless we really need to." Dean sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Oh well excuse me Mr. I brush my teeth every night!'" Sam snapped rolling his eyes.
"Don't raise your voice to me Sam." Dean said raising his own voice a little.
"Don't talk to me like you're my father because you're not!" Sam yelled jumping up from the table sloshing milk over the edge of his cup. That comment hit Dean hard like a sucker punch to the gut. He opened his mouth to holler at Sam but Sam got up from the table and stormed off into his room slamming the door. A few minutes later he heard the door open and the bathroom light click on and water running. He wanted to go in there and throttle Sam for saying that but he knew that they both needed time to cool down. He finished his own luke-warm milk and poured Sam's into a to-go mug and stuck it into the fridge for some other time. Then he sat down at the table and tried work on his homework again. He listened as Sam got done in the bathroom and went into his bedroom and he heard soft rock music coming from behind the bedroom door. After a while he got up put his books away and got ready for bed as well. On his way to the bathroom to brush his own teeth he paused by Sam's closed bedroom door and whispered a soft good night to his brother.
Dean and Sam where still at odds the next morning on the way to school. Dean grabbed Sam's hand on the way to the subway so he wouldn't get lost in the crowd and Sam wiggled his hand out and shoved them in his pockets, until the subway took a turn and Sam crashed into a women holding onto a peekapoo dog and the dog started barking at him. Then he held onto the rail.
"I'll meet you after school right here Sam. Have a good day in school." Dean said waving to him once they got to the high school. Sam didn't even turn around. Sighing Dean turned and went on his way to the college. He still couldn't get Sam accusing him of not being his dad out of his head, he know he wasn't Sam's father but he was better than John and he was doing the best he could. He let out a sigh and pushed the door to the college open and made his way to the library to see if he could find anything on this Maggie Jones. He was looking at old newspapers from the 60s when he felt arms snake around his shoulders. Jumping a little in surprise he turned around to find himself face to face with Rachelle.
"Good morning Dean." She said giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Rach." Dean returned the kiss and went back to the news article.
"What cha looking up?" She asked as she pulled a chair up and sat down next to him.
"I think we may of gotten a lead on who the ghost in the tunnel is." Dean said as he turned the diel on the micro-film.
"Really?" Rach asked as she came around.
"Yeah, take a look." Dean said grinning.
"Maggie Jones, found dead in a tunnel at Voorhees Technical Institute 1968." Rach read off.
"We are saddened to report that Margret Jones a sophomore at the Voorhees Technical institute was found dead early Wednesday morning in the tunnel by Robert Swanson a freshmen at the school as he took the tunnel to his early morning English class. No cause yet of how she died."
Rach looked at Dean.
"Do you really think this could be our ghost?" She asked "It said that Maggie Jones was killed at Voorhees Technical institute, not New York City technical college."
"To early to tell, I would love to go and take a look at the tunnel but I made a promise to Bobby that I'd stay away." Dean said hoisting his backpack on his shoulders "And I'm sure it's the right one, the name changed from Voorhees to New York City tech in 1980."
"Oh, I didn't know that. How did you know that?" Rachelle asked as they walked out the library door in into the throng of students.
"I looked up the history of the college when I got accepted." Dean answered.
"And you found nothing on a ghost?" Rach questioned as she sidestepped a teacher.
"Wasn't really on my to-do list at the moment." Dean grumbled "I was more preoccupied on trying to find a place for Sam and me to live."
"Oh." Rachelle didn't know really what to say to that. "Dean, is, is everything alright with you and Sam?"
"Everything's fine with us Rach, really, we just had a small fight last night and he's still mad at me that's all." Dean said giving her a lopsided smile. "Really we'll be alright."
"Ok, but you know if you need anyone to talk to, I'm here and if you need some advice and Bobby's not picking up my mom and dad are more than happy to help." She gave Dean one last hug and a kiss and walked away down the hall to the science lab.
When Dean went to the school to pick Sam up Sam was not out there waiting Dean sighed and leaned up against the wall waiting looking through the crowd of students trying to find his geek brother. It started to thin out and there was still no sign of Sam. Sighing Dean made his way up the schools steps and into the hall way. Looking right and left he started looking for the office. Finally stopping a teacher he asked and after given the directions he ran pell-mell down the hall taking corners so fast he nearly crashed into the walls. Finally he found the office and ran in panting. There were three other parents in there two mothers and what Dean assumed to be a dad waiting for their kids or to talk to a teacher.
"S-Sam Winchester, is he here?" Dean asked gasping for a breath.
"Sam Winchester? Why would you be asking about him?" the office lady Trudy if the name plate was anything to go by asked looking at Dean over her spectacles.
"Because I'm his older brother Dean and he didn't come out of the school." Dean answered.
"Hmm, let me see if he attended class today." Trudy turned around and looked at the attendance sheets from seven different classes.
"Well he was here for all of his classes so maybe you missed him?" She suggested.
"No, that's not possible, I can spot my brother from almost a mile away." Dean said biting his lip.
"Well go ask his last period teacher Mr. Hill." Trudy said "He may be doing make up work or something."
"Thanks, umm how do I get to Mr. Hill's class?" Dean asked.
"Go straight take a left at the stairs and it's the fifth door on your left." Trudy said picking up a phone. Dean jogged to Mr. Hill's classroom and knocked on the door.
"Can I help you?" A man in his early thirties with black hair asked.
"My brother Sam Winchester, is he here? He didn't show up outside and I can't seem to find him." Dean said.
"Oh, so you're Sam's brother." Mr. Hill said "Pleased to finally meet your acquaintance, Sam talks about you a lot." He smiled.
"Oh does he well, I'm sorry Sam has never mentioned you before." Dean said "I'm not trying to be rude but I really need to find Sam." He turned on his heel to start looking again and Mr. Hill called him back.
"Mr. Winchester, maybe I could help? I've been working at this school for thirty years so I know all the places that students may be hiding."
"Yeah, ok, can you call me down to the office if you find him?" Dean asked. Mr. Hill nodded.
"Thanks. It was nice meeting you." And with that Dean ran down the hall looking right and left for Sam.