Title: Plans (Adjusting, part two)

Words: about 700

Pairing: None

Characters: Sam, Dean.

Disclaimer: Not mine

A/N: Part of my Blind!Dean 'verse, takes plans right after adjusting.

Summary: You can't hide forever


"Being a ghost buster isn't one of those professions parents wish for their kids. First of all, it's dangerous. Second: the payment's crap. Third: you're likely to end up either in prison or in a nut house. So, you're not likely to hear a mother saying with pride: 'Molly's a doctor, Johnny's a lawyer, and Mark hunts ghosts.'

But, no matter how crappy the job is, or how much trouble it gets you in, ghosts still need to be busted, and I'm the one who bust 'em. James Harrison, professional supernatural hunter, at your service."

Taken from Saving People, Hunting Things, by Dean Winchester

"You know, you don't have to do that anymore," said Dean one evening. He was listening to the TV while Sam, he could tell by the tapping of the keyboard, was working on his laptop.

"Do what?" asked Sam. The tapping stopped.

"That," Dean gestured with his hand at their house, "staying with me all freakin' day. I know where you put everything, and I promise not to light the gas or anything while you're gone. You should…I don't know, get a life."

"Who are you?" asked Sam, "William Shatner? In case you didn't notice, I have a life."

Dean felt for the remote. The second button from the left lowered the volume. He pressed it a few times, until the TV noise became only a whisper.

"Dude, staying with your blind brother at home all day? That's a poor excuse of a life. You keep the cooking and cleaning, Sammy Junior is gonna fall right off you."

"I'm not going to respect that sexist, outdated opinion with an answer." Sam said with dignity.

"See?" said Dean, "you're PMS-ing already."

"Shut up," said Sam, eloquently.

"Don't tell your big brother to shut up, Sammy." Dean's big brother authority had been severely damaged since…well, since Sammy hit puberty. Those three (ok, four) extra inches Sam had on him didn't help. "All I'm saying is that this is your chance for that apple-pie life. We aren't hunting anymore, and you're playing Robin Hood with the casinos, so that part's okay. You can go back to school.

"I can," Sam agreed, "but I don't want to."

Dean opened his mouth, closed it.

"Don't look so surprised," Sam's voice was amused, "people change."

Do they? Dean wasn't so sure. What happened to Sam's 'being a person again' talk?

"Ok," said Dean, "if you don't want to go back, then what do you want to do?"

Silence.

"I'm…not sure," said Sam, "In the mean time, we have more important problems to deal with - what do you want for dinner?"

"Pizza?" Dean said hopefully.

"No greasy food, man. It's bad for you."

Yep, Sammy Junior would be coming off any day now.

Sam always made plans for the future. By the time he was twelve, he was already planning on leaving home and getting a place of his own, away from spirits and poltergeists and dad. After that, he was planning on getting good grades while finally gathering the courage to ask that tall, cute blonde from his psychology class out for a date.

After that… he planned for law school, marriage, a house in a suburban with a white picket fence.

Then the only plan was revenge. Then it slowly changed to keeping his stupid, stubborn, Big Damn Hero of a brother alive, Then the plans stopped, and Sam had no idea what to do next.

Sam knew Dean was right. Not about…certain organs. About the 'getting a life' part. It was that he didn't know what kind of life he wanted. Technically, the hunt was over, but it didn't feel that way, like the job was done.

Of course it would be nice to finally get that degree, but going back to school seemed…odd. Universities were full of people who didn't have a clue. Take Lori, for example. The girl's biggest problem was her next exam. Yes, Sam could fit back into the mold if he wanted to, God knows he faked normal admirably well.

But…maybe it was time to stop pretending.

END

Reading order:

Volunteering Work

Problems and Solutions

Future and Progress

Adjusting (four bedrooms and a back yard)

Plans

Everyday Life