Once they pulled into school, Sam said a quick goodbye and made his way to look for his friends. He walked glancing everywhere, slightly paranoid, the fear of seeing him again still in him. Clutching onto his bag he turns the corner to see the three of them chatting amongst themselves. Sam took a breath and walked quickly towards them, slightly nervous. Garth was the first one to see him, as his jaw dropped a little and started staring at Sam. The other two followed his gaze to join in on the staring at Sam. Okay, now this made him feel ten times worse. As soon as he reached them he put his hand up to stop any bombardment of questions. They all looked up to him, Sam took a couple of seconds to think before speaking. "Okay. So I've got some explaining to do, I know."

They all nodded, but didn't talk. "Well, I've had a lot of time to think and I don't like a guy. I am not gay. And I'm also sorry for storming off yesterday. I would like to forget yesterday ever happened. Please?" They all exchanged looks, Sam was waiting anxiously twisting his hands. They all looked back up at him, Sam couldn't tell what they were thinking by their expressions. Jo was the one that broke the silence. "Fine." Sam looked at her. "We'll forget yesterday happened, I don't want to. But we will." The two boys beside her nodded to show their agreement. Sam felt so relieved. "Thanks guys you're all the best." Sam hugged his friends all together as he was like twice the size of them.

The rest of the day went by happily. As if nothing had happened. His friends were here with him and did everything they could to make sure it was a good day. His lessons were boring but hey, it's school. Sam always found it too easy, the lessons. He guessed that made him brainy in some way. His brother was always boasting at how clever his younger sibling was. The thought made Sam smile as he walked to the parking lot, heading for the Impala. He saw Dean there with a bunch of his friends, a girl named Charlie, and his guy friends, Ash and Castiel. They were a tight-knit group, any 'new comers' had to earn trust. Sam thought it was scary at how close they all were.

Charlie was the first one to see Sam approaching, she gave him a huge smile and jogged over to hug him in one of her famous bear hugs (even though Sam was bigger she still managed to squeeze him to death). "Hey to you too Charlie." Sam wheezed out, motioning for her to let him breathe again. Charlie laughed as she let him down, turning to walk to the Impala where the others were watching. Sam looked over her shoulder to see Dean smiling at him, silently questioning if he's alright. Subconsciously, Sam gave a little nod, forgetting the stupid grin on his face as a trotted over. Dean seemed to drop his shoulders slightly, relaxing more.

Once he reached the group they all said their goodbyes, Ash giving Sam a nudgey while Castiel just waved as he wasn't one for extreme contact. Charlie gave him another breath-taking hug, and the two brothers were in the car waving as they pulled out the lot. Sam felt really good now, happy and content for once.

Dean was blasting his stupid music, windows rolled down to let the rest of the town hear it. Sam couldn't complain much though as it was boiling today as the sun shone down. They were sat in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Dean looking onto the road as he drove, bobbing his head with the music. Sam was staring out the window, resting his head on the window edge lazily, watching the world go by in a blur. Today was a good day.

This bliss didn't last though. As Dean slowed towards the lights, Sam looked to the right of the street to see him. Sam's heart clenched tight as his eyes widened in disbelief as his caught sight of those caramel locks and honey smothered eyes. Sam lifted his head so fast he hit it on the roof of the car. "Ow!" Sam rubbed his head but didn't take his eyes off the man. Dean had stopped at a red light and Sam quickly jumped out of the car. Dean shouted at him, telling him to get back in the car, but his voice was blurred noise in Sam's ears.

Sam ran to catch the man, those golden locks bouncing in front of him just out of reach. He was so close but as he turned the corner he was gone. He was stuck in his tracks, what had happened? This was a dead end, there isn't anywhere he could have gone. Sam's eyes darted in every direction as he was helplessly searching for his mystery man. His breath was hard as he'd just ran and his heart was tight with disappointment and confusion. Sam fell to his knees in the middle of the alley in defeat. He heard behind him the Impala's engine, the next thing he knew Dean was in front of him, shaking him. "Sammy? What the hell?" Sam looked at him as he came to again. "Sorry Dean. I just- I thought I saw.. Never mind. Sorry. I won't do it again." He smiled weakly at his brother. Dean looked at him with deep worry. "Sammy, don't do this to yourself. You may be kidding everyone else but I know you're trying to push something down and it's hard. Believe me, it takes one to know one. Now, are you going to tell me what the hell is wrong with you?" Dean looked at him hoping, it was a waste of his energy though. Sam just meekly shook his head. Dean seemed to be hurt by this, hugging him as they both sat on the concrete. Sam hadn't noticed he was crying until he felt the salty water on Dean's shirt. "Not now." Sam's voice cracked in the whisper. "Maybe when I'm ready, Dean. Just not now."

He could feel Dean nod against him, clinging to his brother offering as much comfort as he could at this moment. Sam took in as much as he could. "Thank you Dean." He pulled away to look at his brother. Dean smiled, despite himself. "Hey Sammy. We should get out of here, before we end up braiding your hair and talking about our periods." Dean winked, making Sam smile a little. Dean was always good at making Sam feel better. Dean stood, holding out his hand for his little brother. Sam took it, squeezing back heaving himself up, Dean patted him on the back.

They were back in the car, on their respective sides, Dean was texting before turning the keys and making the Impala roar with life that shook through Sam as he rested his head on the side of the car. Dean pulled out the alley and onto the main street. They were driving for a while in silence, neither trying to make small talk as the radio played Dean's music quietly. The sun was setting and Sam finally came out of his thoughts to realise that they weren't home yet. Actually, Sam had no idea where was. He lifted his head to look at Dean in confusion.

"Dean?" Sam looked around there wasn't anything he could place, they were probably lost but Dean seemed to be at ease. "Yeah, Sammy?" Dean smiled at him, before looking back at the road. "Where- Where the hell are we?" Sammy tilted his head. Dean laughed a little before turning to his brother and saying with a smirk. "You'll find out soon enough." Sam rolled his eyes a little worried knowing that his brother had some sort of scheme that seems to involve him.

A few more rock tracks later, Dean pulled down what looked like an abandoned road. Sam creased his brows in confusion. What worried Sam the most is Dean's smirk was growing bigger as they drove along.