Chapter 3
Sam was now sporting a knee high cast, covered in graffiti from his friends. The whole camping experience had happened over a week ago, and the initial excitement of having a cast, and to the coach's disappointment being permanently benched on the crappy school soccer team for the rest of the season had quickly worn off.
His mother had yet to stop worrying to his father's amusement. The week was quickly coming to an end, and to his mom's disappointment her and his dad had to leave due to a previous engagement. His mom was unwilling to leave him, but his dad had managed to convince her to leave him alone. She had made a compromise, and now Dean was going to baby-sit him for the rest of the week because apparently he couldn't look after himself in this state. He really wasn't looking forward to this weekend.
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His parents had just left, and he was now sitting on the oversized sofa in their living room waiting for Dean to come over. Dean was going to be so pissed, he usually spent his weekends with members of the opposite sex.
"Honey I'm home." Dean loudly pronounced as he walked into the house. Sam grimaced, this was going to be an amazing weekend.
"Hey Sam where are you?"
"In the living room."
"Good, here I've got a present for my little brother." Dean was approaching him, holding a tiny object in his hands.
Sam was afraid, whenever his brother had something for him, it was never a pleasant surprise. He remembered for Christmas, when he was 10, and his brother had bought him porno, of course his dad had freaked, and his mom a stifled a giggle before she to sided with his dad. Dean had been grounded for that, and he had never let Sam forget it.
Sam grabbed what was in Dean's hand and looked at it. He was looking at an ID card of some sorts, and the picture on it was of his brother when he had been his age, saying that his name was 'John Bonham', that he was 21, and was from Hollywood, California. He was looking at Dean's fake ID.
"Dean, what the hell is this?"
"It's a fake ID idiot."
"I know that, but why do I have it?"
"Well if I'm going to be baby – sitting you tonight, we may as well have some fun. We're going to a bar tonight Sammy, and if you haven't noticed you aren't 21 yet."
"Dean, no, I am not going to a bar, I have school work to catch up on from when I was away."
"Oh don't be such a loser, girls just love a man with an injury, and do you know who they love even more? The caring older brother who has taken time out of his busy schedule to spend time with his younger less handsome injured brother. You see Sam, you're going to be my wingman tonight."
"NO!"
"Yes Sam. Mom said I had to look after you for the rest of this week, so this is me looking after you, anyways, you're going to have to experience the real world sometime, cause your not going to find it in those big books that you read."
"NO!'
"Well there's nothing you can do about it can you, because first off I KNOW that I'm taller than you, and definitely stronger, and secondly you have a broken leg, and are unable to fight back, so YES Sam, you are coming!"
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Dean was right, well about everything but the height issue. There was nothing he could have done to stop his brother from dragging him to the local bar. He had tried, oh how he had tried. At first he had used his brains, something his brother had never thought to do. He had called first his mom on her cell phone, and then his dad, but neither had picked up, and he didn't want to think about the reasons behind that since this weekend was a 'fun' weekend for just the two of them, eww! When his brains failed him he tried fighting back, but his gangly limbs were so uncoordinated that he had ended up hurting himself more than he had Dean, and Dean just laughed at his feeble attempts, before dragging him into the front seat of the impala.
The local bar was nothing special. It wasn't like those fancy clubs that he saw on TV that were in the big cities. No, this bar was what could be called a sports bar. It claimed to be a family restaurant but the food it served was older than Sam, and very few families, unless from out of town actually ate there. The Wizards Pub as it was known – trying to be clever with a bad wizard of oz reference - was best known for it's plasma TV's that showed the football, hokey, baseball, and basketball games year round, and the beer that it claimed was the best in all of Kansas.
As soon as they had gotten into the bar, Dean had ordered to beers, one for himself, and one for Sam. As soon as Sam was situated with the beer, in a small booth in plain sight, Dean had left, catching the eye of a pretty brunette.
He stared contently at his beer, trying to ignore his brother's gestures to the girl that were directed in his direction. He could only imagine what his brother was telling her. Within five minutes Dean, and his catch of the night were sitting in his booth, and the girl was gushing over Sam.
"Oh, he's so adorable, poor kid, to hurt himself like that. How are you feeling Sam, I heard that you were in a bad car accident…" Sam glowered at his brother.
"I'm fine, thank you." He said with no meaning behind it.
"Oh, and it's so sweet of your older brother to look after you, you know I have an older brother, and he would never do anything like this for me, in fact he would probably be the one to break my leg!"
"Yes, I have an amazing big brother." He sarcastically said.
The girl had then turned to Dean and started to have a discussion with him instead, discussing something along the lines of what his interests were. Both of them now ignoring him, which was fine. The beer was looking better and better, and he finally decided to pick it up, and chug it all down. He now knew why the bar's claim to fame was 'the best beer in Kansas'.
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their time spent at the bar had not been a very long time, since in Dean's words 'he was an excellent wingman' and Dean had managed to get the girl - whose name was Sandy – in a record amount of time.
Dean had driven the three of them back home, and then led 'Sandy' up to his old bedroom, explaining the circumstances for the location, emphasizing the fact that he did not still live at home.
Sam was left stunned at the front door, somewhat amazed, but mostly disgusted at his brother's talents, until he heard the loud noises coming from his brother's bedroom, and decided to change it to just disgusted.
He decided to put in his favourite movie – Friday Night Lights – and he turned the volume up to full, so that he wouldn't be able to hear the unnatural noises coming from above.
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The rest of the weekend was pretty much boring. The next day, Dean had let Sandy go, which led to a crying Sandy running out the front door half dressed. Dean had had a hangover, and condemned Sam to silence, so Sam had taken to finishing his homework.
On Sunday, the day was beautiful, and Sam had wanted to go for a walk, so he had grabbed his crutches, and was heading out the door, before Dean stopped him, and dragged him back inside. Apparently walking was to strenuous for his leg not like going to a bar for a night and being a wingman was any better - , and apparently Dean was a bigger mother hen than his mother was. So instead of enjoying a walk in the sunshine, and hanging out with his friends, he had spent the day on a lawn chair reading a book.
By the time Monday rolled around, Sam was sick of his brother, but Dean wouldn't take his eyes of him, and had insisted that he drive Sam to school.
When they arrived at the school, Sam tried as best he could to get away from his brother, but Dean insisted on helping him into the school, and he wanted to 'reconnect with all of his old teachers' which meant he wanted to see Mrs. Patterson again, because when he was seventeen had had a huge crush on her.
Somehow, how he did not know, he had finally managed to lose Dean, and was now sitting awkwardly in a desk with his cast leg out, and the other one crammed underneath the to small desk. Mrs. Patterson was going on about right angle triangles, and SOHCAHTOA. Right now tings couldn't be going any worse.
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"Hey little dude, how do you feel about hamburgers?"
"Why? You aren't the one cooking them are you?"
"Ya, I'm not made out of money you know, so why would I go out and buy them, when all the ingredients are right here."
"Do you know how to cook hamburgers?"
"No, but it can't be that hard."
Sam groaned. Why did he have to jinx it, the last time his brother had tried to cook the meat had come out completely black, but Dean had forced him to eat it, and he had had the taste of coal in his mouth for two weeks.
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The burgers were worse than expected. This time dean had been careful not to burn them, but instead he had left them raw, and Sam was forced to eat the whole thing. He was now situated over the toilet seat where he had been for the last hour, barfing the remains of his dinner.
He heard Dean approaching from behind, laughing at his distress. "Couldn't handle a little red meant could you?"
It was really pissing him off that he had only eaten one burger, and he had gotten food poisoning, and yet Dean had had three, and he wasn't even fazed. He had even enjoyed them saying they were the best burgers he had ever tasted.
"Not going to answer me are you? Still upset about my cooking Sammy. You can never be satisfied, before they were to well done, now to rare, what do you want?' Dean said jokingly, earning him a glare from Sam.
"Seriously dude, are you going to be okay there, you look like road kill?"
"Just fine."
"Well, if you still feel like shit in the morning I'll let you skip school."
"How nice of you, after poisoning me!"
"A little touchy there aren't we Samantha, well it looks like your finishing up in here, so I'll leave you alone."
"Please do!"
"Bye Samantha darling."
Sam grabbed the nearest object which happened to be a bar of soap, and whipped it at his brother. He heard the satisfying sound of it connecting with his brother's head, and a yelp following it. That had made him happy.
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The next day he woke up still feeling like crap. He still felt nauseous, but there was nothing left to puke up, and to add to it he had a killer headache. He heard his brother come in a few times to check on his throughout the day, but the rest of his time was spent in a blissful sleep.
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This time when he woke up he felt much better, so he decided to get up and test it. He started going down the stairs, and he could hear his brother on the phone, apparently with his parents, because he was describing how sensitive he had been to his cooking.
He finished his decent, and went into the kitchen to face his brother.
"I see you've finally managed to wake up sleeping beauty. Feeling better?"
"Yes actually.'
"Well that's good, I just got off the phone with mom and dad. They're pretty worried, you know how they are, and they're coming back as soon as they can, but they said it probably wouldn't be for another couple of days. Dad sounded pretty happy if you catch my drift."
"Okay, whatever. Hey Dean what's that smell, you didn't cook something again?"
"No, this time I went out, I thought you might get hungry, and so I got something you might actually like."
"Um, thanks."
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Hungry?"
Sam thought about it, and he realized he was very hungry. He saw that Dean had gotten a real dinner, with chicken, green beans and potatoes, just looking at it made his mouth water.
Sam didn't answer his brother, instead he started to help himself to everything, and then he proceeded to wolf it all down in a couple of bites.
"Wait! Sam you just finished puking up everything, slow down or your going to be doing a repeat performance of last night!"
"Sorry, I'm really hungry." Sam said with his mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"I can see that, but slow down. If your still hungry when your done there, there's a cherry pie in the fridge.
"You haven't eaten it all?"
"I left you a piece, what can I say I love pie."
When your done, why don't you come in the living room, I rented the shining.
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After Sam was done his supper, which he had successfully managed to keep down, he had sat down with his brother to watch the movie.
Halfway through it, right when the little boy was riding down the hallway, the phone rang. Dean got up to answer it, and about a minute into the very loud conversation, there was an even louder 'SHIT'.
Sam, tomorrow I can't give you a ride into school, I've got to leave for the day to pick up a part for the shop, that's all the way in Roswell. Your going to have to take the bus."
"That's fine." Sam answered, quietly smiling. He really didn't want to go back to school with his brother attached to his side.
Dean came back into the room, and they finished the movie.
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it's getting closer to the end. This chapter was just meant to be funny, brotherly banter between two brothers, and of course food poisoning. The limp is coming soon…
please keep reading, it really picks up next chapter, and please review!