A/N: Umm, hey guys hehehehe. SRY. Really really sorry. Anyways this chapter's a little different. For one. the names aren't used (Michael and Evan I mean) and for anotherr John is pretty much gone. It's Sam's turn to get in trouble. See, I'm trying to be fair here and not make one look better or worse than the other. Besides, Dean's the best! J/K I just love him sooo much!...Ignore my ranting.

No Beta on this one! So my own mistakes cause you'll find plenty. And my computer likes to think that's its so smart and corrects it self sometimes! So some erroes are his!

Michael and Evan

By: chocolate rules

Dean 17, Sam 13

Sam was getting so irritating and if he kept his steady stream of talking Dean was going to pop the kid right on the mouth. How could he possibly talk for so long! Didn't he need to stop and breath or something? Two hours straight he had been talking nonstop. Dean had tried to turn up his music but now even that was about to give him a headache. Once this hunt was over, Sam was so dead.

"...but that's impossible right?" Sam asked looking directly towards Dean. Dean was totally not listening. Sam reached over and shook his arm.

"What!"

"I asked you a question. It's really rude if you don't answer, let alone not listen."

"I'm sorry, Sam. What was your question?" Dean said through gritted teeth.

"Never mind now. If you weren't listening then you didn't care." Well, that was true.

"I'm listening now Sam. What's your question?" he asked again.

"Forget about it now." Sam said and crossed his arms on his chest. After a second he piped right back up, continuing his nonstop talking spree. "Are we there yet?"

"Does it look like we are, Sam?" Dean asked a little harshly.

"Well, are we almost there then?"

"Closer than we were a minute again."

"Never mind. I don't even know why I bother trying to talk with you. You don't give a damn anymore. I want to go back home."

"I'm driving now, Sam. Dad wants me to take care of this and I can't just leave you there."

"I want to go back home!" Sam said staring his very irritating and newly acquired argumentative tone.

"I'm not driving back two hours just to drop you off at home! You heard Dad, it's dangerous to leave you alone."

"I want to go home!" Sam yelled. This caused Dean to swerve from the sudden pitch increase. He regained control over his precious vehicle and then pulled into parking to the side of the road.

His first intent was to pound the snout out of the little git. Actually, that was his second and probably third thought too. Rounding on Sam now however seemed little effective as the boy had his seatbelt off and had actually jumped to attack Dean.

He landed right onto Dean's lap and jabbed him with his left. Initially, Dean had been stunned. After impact and seeing as how Sam was pulling back for another punch, Dean reacted. He grabbed both of Sam's hands and twisted the boy so as his back was on Dean's chest and his arms were held tightly to his own chest. Dean then twisted away from the steering wheel towards the passenger side so as to have more room and not accidentally squish Sam. If he was going to get squished, it shouldn't be an accident.

"What the hell is your problem?" Dean now yelled. Sam's only response was to squirm around in Dean's hold and try and get lose. To this Dean responded by tightening his arms around Sam and actually reducing his air supply. Had John been there, he'd be dead for crushing Sam like this, but John wasn't there.

"You PMSing or something? Cause the whole bipolar thing is getting so irritating."

"Get off me!"

"You pounded onto me first, little brother. And if I let you go, than all you're going to do is try and hit me again. And let me let you in on something, you keep pissing me off and then you'll be the one getting pounded on. And don't think you're safe or something, cause no one's here to save you."

"I don't need anyone to save me!" And that had been his current motto or whatever you call it. Back off, I can handle my own. He had even dared to yell it to John at the last hunt after he had mindlessly walked right into the room where the monster lived and hadn't even had his gun at the ready. He had been thrown and had gotten quite a few scratches and bruises before Dean and John had reached him.

"I didn't ask you, now did I!" and that wasn't a question either. "I don't know what the hell has possessed you into thinking you could do this, but it has to stop right now! I'm not going to take anymore crap from you today, I've handle too much already this week. So civilize yourself before I have to do it for you. Understand?"

Sam stopped struggling but Dean could practically see the eerie look that had entered the boy's eyes once he hit thirteen. He waited for a second for Sam to process everything that was going on. Not that Dean had any idea what was going on, but if he managed to calm Sam down, this little hunt would go a lot smoother.

"Understand?" he asked again and firmer meaning he expected a response.

"Yes sir." Sam sneered. Normally, this would get Dean going all over again, but it was already getting dark and so they only had a few minutes left to get this hunt over with. He decided to let it go and positioned Sam back in the passenger seat. He released him and turned off into the road again.

The hunt was actually something Dean had heard about in school. It was local lure but some parts did sound familiar enough to Dean that he had questioned John about it two nights ago. John had checked it out and had given Dean the go ahead to take care of it the previous night before he went off to his own hunt.

"But, you have to take Sammy with you and can you two not fight all this weekend?"

"Hey, he's the one who starts it. I can't help it if he starts gnawing on me, I just stop it."

"Well, try and keep each other calm. You can go to school tomorrow if you want, half days don't really matter. But try and not get the other killed. He's still your little brother and he still needs your protection, whether he wants it or not." Dean rolled his eyes, but John didn't see him as he picked up his gear and headed out of his room into the living room.

Sam was there watching TV with a school book open in his lap. John ruffled the boy's hair, earning him a grunt.

"You listen to your brother, you hear?" Another grunt. "Sorry, didn't catch that."

"Yes sir." Sam said through a deep sigh.

"I mean it. I don't want to hear that you and he get into an argument over something. And since he has to take you with him on his hunt, you better not be a distraction either. No one needs a liability around Sam. Make yourself useful, got it?"

"Yes sir." Sam said not looking once away from the TV.

"Dean's deciding whether or not you guys go to school tomorrow…" Now Sam did turn around.

"Why does he get to decide?"

"Because, he's going to be driving you there and he's older…."

"That's not fair! I want to go tomorrow, and Dean never wants to go!"

"That's between you two now. And it's his decision. Now behave and don't give anyone a hard time. See you boys on Monday." Sam looked about to protest, but he just grunted again and stared back to the screen.

They reached the abandoned sewer entrance and Dean was little surprised to see Jake's car parked there as well. Jake had been one of the boys that had told Dean the legend. He and a few of the other boys had talked about coming down there that weekend and so Dean wanted to get there before they hurt themselves. He was apparently too late.

"Sam, you stay behind, got it!" Dean said glancing over to the passenger seat. Dean's response was the now too common eye roll. "I mean it, Sam. If you don't listen you could get hurt. And so can whoever the hell was stupid enough to come here can too."

"Whatever, man. Let's just get this shit over with!" and Sam stepped out of the car.

Needless to say, now Dean was fuming. If he killed Sam now, he could blame it on the damn monster and John would never suspect. Who was he kidding; he'd know a mile away.

Dean followed and grabbed his 9mm from the glove compartment.

"Sam! I'm serious. This isn't about us, it's about whoever its in there and the damn…"

"Aren't they you friends? They're the ones who told you about this, right? So, you know who's in there. Why don't you just tell them to get lost and then you can kill the damn thing and get it all over with?"

"Sam, loss the attitude right now man. I can't stand you like this"

"You can't stand me period." Muttered Sam. Then, he headed towards an opening in the woods and without hesitation walked right into the coming darkness. Dean was all for letting the kid get the crap beaten out of him, but he knew he'd hate himself if it actually happened and he knew that he really didn't hate his brother so he followed him in. Besides, he could already see Sam whining to their father if he got hurt that it was all because Dean had stayed behind.

It didn't take them long to run into Jake and company. He had Jamie, his girlfriend, and Carla and Ken with him. Dean played it all natural and the group was actually really glad to see him. He was always entertaining and spoke his mind, mostly at someone else's expense. Sam however was hovering around and Dean was sure that the boy was about to crack. Dean was just about to convince Jake to follow him to a great club or something that he had snuck into- lately he'd do anything to get away from Sam. And then Sam had to say something.

"Why are we here Dean?" Sam asked really loudly. Dean turned around and Sam noticed the glare behind the questioning look Dean was giving him. "I mean, you didn't just bump into them in the middle of the forest. This is kind of weird, you know?"

"Sam. If you were drunk right now you'd be better off."

"Sure, Dean." And a weird excited expression passed through Sam's eyes. Dean would have pressed at it and Sam would have continued on. Until Dean lost his temper and someone would have to stop him, because that was all this was. Retaliation with the added security of an audience.

The damn monster chose that very moment to appear. The girl's squeaks were the brothers' first wake up call. Dean pulled out his gun and stepped in front of the shocked-still girls. Physically covering them from the approaching menace Dean was locked in location. He was the hunter the protector of all innocence and defenseless. He was in Winchester mood. Sam however was equally in shock. He had suspected that the whole thing had been a hoax. Something teens told each other to scare the crap out of one another. Bu8t this was as real as every other thing that they had to go after. And Sam hadn't prepared himself. He was weaponless and knowledge-less. What was his father had warned him not to be- a liability. Well, he sure was a liability now.

"Sam! Haul ass!" Dean ordered, eyes not moving from the monstrosity before him.

The monster was at least ten feet tall and he was covered in think splotches of black or brown hair. He had two different color eyes, one red and one alley cat yellow. Both were wondering around and creeping the hell out of everyone present.

"What the fuck is that thing!" Ken asked. He stepped around from behind the girls where he had been leaning against a tree, fiddling with his cell phone.

"Oh my God! Tell me that isn't what I think it is?" Carla cried out. The monster gave a short growl. The girls shrieked again and jumped towards each other, clinging to each other like a lifeline.

"Sam!" Dean yelled again. This time, Sam did respond.

"What?"

"What do you mean 'what'? Get them the hell out of here!" Dean defiantly yelled this time. He was growing conscious of how the thing was taking measured steps towards them. He had yet to make his attack, which should be a good thing right? Wrong. Dean had long ago learned that the longer a damn creature thing took to attack the more dangerous they were. The more they were actually thinking about what their move was going to be. The more likely it was that someone was going to get hurt.

"I don't have a weapon on me!" Sam responded. Dean's blood ran cold and he could swear he felt his hear stop for a second.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE A WEAPON ON YOU? WHAT THE HELL ARE WE HERE FOR SAM?"

"Yeah, about that. I thought it was all a joke!"

And then the damn things was a mere ten feet from them and moving faster. He stopped and took a deep, deep breath that seemed to go nowhere and be pointless. And then he showed his teeth.

"Run." Was all dean could say. He had been yellin, but it was like it all left him now that it was important. "RUN DAMN IT RUN!" okay, so it had only remained hidden or something.

They all took off. Ken was the first to run, leaving Jake to grab the girls and force them to move. Sam was the last to move as he stared at the monster and then at his brother.

Ten minutes later, the damn thing was killed and a very messy Dean was emerging from the forest. All were standing by the two cars. Sam made a point to not sit on the Impala, seeing as he was already pissing Dean off tonight as it was. The two girls, however, had made themselves at home on the hood. They sat their crying in each other's arms. Sam sat next to Jake on his car's hood.

When the first gun shot was heard, they were still running from the scene. Moments later a few more had followed. Then there had been an odd sounding hiss. Now there was silence.

As Dean emerged, all eyes fell on him. All he saw was Sam and his brother took notice of this. His young body tensed as the elder edged towards him.

Dean ignored on e of the girls question about being okay. He started walking towards his brother and Sam almost jumped off the hood.

"So, turns out the damn things explode right before they disenagrate. They have a very ear breaking yell as they do this too. It's highly entertaining; you should try it some time." Dean said. His voice was oddly calm and Sam knew better than to say anything or move for that matter. Dean was right in front of him now and he seemed to take of no notice of the other's around him or the two guys next to him.

Those two guys were Dean's friends and they had seen Dean fight before. He was a good, hell great, man to have on your side. They were also very much aware that they had never seen him defeated and if he started pounding on this kid, the boy would have no chance.

"Sam? Where's your gun?" Dean asked. He completely ignored that he had said this in front of people who might take to notice that he had asked a thirteen year old where his gun was. But Dean was a little beyond the place of reason now.

"At…home." Sam said Real soft like. Everything was quiet so there wasn't anyone how hadn't heard him. Least of all Dean, standing mere inches from him.

"Great place for it." Dean said sarcastically. "care to tell me, why?"

"Didn't think I'd need it." Sam replied. He decided that answering Dean was the best method for right now. If he pulled what he had been doing all week and for the last few months, Dean would defiantly take a swing at him.

"Didn't think you'd need it. Huh?" Dean said. He nodded his head and looked down as he spoke again. "What was the very last thing I told you, just before we left the house? You remember?" Sam nodded, even though Dean wasn't looking at him, Sam knew he'd sense the motion, even if it wasn't needed. Dean looked up with expectant eyes. He took another step forward and placed his hands beside Sam on the car, locking Sam in.

"Well?"

"'Grab your gun Sam and shut the hell up.' " Dean nodded and smiled an evil grin of his.

"I said shut the fuck up, but close enough. Where's your gun? Right where I told you not to leave it"

"Yeah." Sam said in his ultra little kid voice. He could practically see the rage build up in his brother. There was no way out for him. Unless he kicked Dean between the legs. And that would just get him really, really pissed. Knowing Dean, that wouldn't even slow him down. He'd scream out once he was finished pulping Sam.

Dean opened his mouth to say something to the boy. Like a heaven sent miracle, Dean's cell phone rang. Resolve passed through Dean's eyes as he straightened up, taking his arms from where they trapped Sam, and flipped open his cell.

"Hey dad." Dean said in such monotone that Sam actually flinched. "Yeah, I got it…Everyone's fine….Yeah, they came early… He's fine for now…No, we're getting along just fine right now…Seriously, I haven't touched him…As of right now, he's alive. I can't guarantee he'll be here when you get back…..Bye."

He flipped the cell closed once more and dead on glared at Sam. Sam's own expression was one of concern and fear. That, unfortunately, would have to do for now.

"Be glad that Dad likes you. Get the hell in car and if you say one word. I still have a bullet left."

Sam's eyes went wild for a second and then he hopped off the hood and ran towards the car. He eyed the girls and they hopped off as he slipped into the passenger side.

Dean was instantly calmer once Sam had hopped off. He had to get calm to drive. There was no way in hell that his baby would suffer because of Sam. When he turned around in time to see his brother enter the car, Dean was already thinking of how the hell he was going to make good with his friends and get back at Sam without upsetting his father. God, he wanted the old Sam back! He swore that he'd ever complain again if the brother that used to follow his every move and do his every command was back. He wouldn't ever again complain that the kid was acting like a shadow.

"Well, guess now you have no reason to come on back, is there?" Dean said in his usual tone. At first, Jake and Ken, who were still beside him, didn't say anything. Dean looked down to meet Jake's eyes. Jake was shorter than Dean, only coming to his jawline.

Jake chuckled slightly. "Guess not, man." He said, shaking his head.

"Damn!" Ken said suddeny. Everyone looked at him a moment before he continued. "I just... I never thought that shit like that was real you know?"

They knew. They knew because none of them had expected it. Not even Dean had known what it would look like. Or that it would explode.

"Yeah, that happens," Dean said softly again. He was allowing them, unbeknownst to them of course, to ask him anything that they wanted to say.

"Dean?" Carla had said. Her voice sounded as if it had just been used after sleep.

Dean looked over to the young girl and smiled. Actually, she was a few months older than him. But, after a hunt, Dean saw how passed 17 he was. Carla was just a child when it came to the things he knew. A baby even compared to Sam, he just acted like a baby.

"Its okay, Carla. It's dead now. Don't worry about it." Dean reassured. Carla nodded and dropped her head onto Jamie's shoulder. It was now her who spoke.

"What did you do? And… and how did you do it? How did you know?" He smiled at her. He had always thought hat she was a smart one. Good for Jake, he wasn't really strong or athletic, but he was smart.

"Can't really say, Jamie. But, it's okay. I've been doing this for a long time."

"So, what like your Dad teach you or something?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, something like that. Listen, you guys. This doesn't leave here. Okay?" Dean said a little louder now and defiantly firmer but more calm now. "No one, not ever."

They all nodded when he looked at them.

"Good," Dean said with a smile. A faked force smile as he was climbing into the Impala and tears up to AC/Dc's 'Stiff Upper Lip'. He waved a final farewell to the group and peeled back into the road.

A few miles later, both of the boys were uncommonly silent.

"Sam, what the hell were you thinking? I mean really? You know that shit like this is real! How could you question that? Even if you did think that that thing wasn't real, since when do you not take precautions?"

"I know I screwed up Dean. I'm sorry." Sam said. He fought all urges to just tell his brother to shut up and get off his case. If he said that, Dean would kill him. There was no question to it.

"Fuck you are, Sam. You haven't been sorry for nothing for months now. I hate to break the news to you, but you ain't the goddamn sun!" Sam sent him a quick glare before he remember that this was not the place or time to brother his brother.

"Well, I really am sorry. I didn't believe that some teena…"

"Whatever Sam! That wasn't your real reason. You were just pissed off that I had heard about this and confirmed it and that this hick town wasn't all it's cracked up to be."

"I never thought that!"

"Whatever man! But if you ever do some shit like that again, I'll kill you. The whole no weapon shit was the stupidest crap you have ever, ever pulled. And then what you were saying back there, trying to provoke me, have you no idea what could happen if someone saw me hit you. They'd take you away saying that I was too dangerous around you or something. And no matter how much of an ass you're acting like right now, I know that you'd hate that."

Sam didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. Dean knew he'd hate to lose him because it worked both ways.

They got home without another incident. Dean made Sam clean out all the weapons in the house and sharpen all the knives as he sat watching TV. Sam really hated doing that and Dean knew it which was why he had made him do it.

John came home a few hours before it was technically Monday. He was relieved to see that they hadn't killed each other. A note was left on the kitchen table. It said how Sam rendered all responsibilities to Dean. How nothing that had happened on the weekend was his fault. And to not, not go into the kitchen.

John walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights. There was such a mess there that he knew Sam had created it. Dean was a surprisingly good cook and wouldn't leave this kind of mess for himself.

So, Dean had probably pissed Sam off which meant that Sam had done something bad and Dean had made him do all the chores and he had retaliated. Whatever had happened, had happened and John decided that he didn't care what had occurred. He placed the note back and went to sleep in his room. They'd have to clean up in the morning anyway.

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