A/N: So, originally, I said that this was finished. And it was. But then, chapter four came out of NOWHERE and interrupted that. This chapter soon followed. Neither was planned. I think that they fit nicely though :D. As always, the story is nothing supernatural, but our guys still manage to find themselves in trouble. Go figure! So, the real final chapter, which is next, has been written since the beginning. So, after this, I will wait a few days and then post that. Then, Michael and Evan will be over. The End. Finite :D (Finally!) So, yeah, read while there's still time and I hope you all enjoy :D
No beta, just me and my rambling. This is freaky long and pointless. Hope you like it!
Michael and Evan
By: chocolate rules
Dean 20, Sam 16
Dean and Sam are alone, again, while their father goes on a hunt. Well, more like hunts. John left half a month ago after one thing and seemed to call every three days or so and tell them that he was ok, done the hunt but had found something that was close by and so he wouldn't be coming home yet.
Dean was listed as Sam's guardian since Dean had turned eighteen. They didn't really need their father much anymore, not legally anyway. It was always nice and comforting when he was around though.
Point is, John's not there and the brothers are left to their own resources for the main part of a month, except for that week when Pastor Jim had come by and had made sure that they weren't killing each other. But he left yesterday and now they're alone again.
Dean has a job, weird I know. He work's in a garage where he went to get this part for his baby and then started talking to the guy there, Rick, and then Rick mentioned the position and Dean said okay. He needed something to do while Sam wasn't around to bother- hence he was in school.
But it was Saturday afternoon, Sam had no school and had spent the morning in the library like he was taking to do while Dean was at work on Saturday mornings. They would usually go out and do something 'fun' at night. Fun for Dean mainly, seeing as Sam's fun was enough to bore Dean to a painful death.
But not tonight. It was raining and Dean had just waxed the Impala and had tarped her and refused to go out in the rain until the 'shine' was perfect or something, not like Sam was listening anyway.
Sam sat on one end of the sofa, curled about his latest book. He was totally engrossed in it, so it didn't matter that Dean was watching TV, Baywatch actually, or that he was making obscene comments. Truth was, Sam could go to any part of the small apartment they were in. There was the kitchen, their room, even Dad's room if he didn't touch anything. Heck, if he was really irritated he could even go to the bathroom and have the added pleasure of pissing Dean off when ever he would have to go in. But, no matter what they did or said to each other it was just nice and kind of calming to be in the same room as the other.
Now, don't get me wrong. That by no way means that they were always calm around each other. No sir. Most of the time they were at each other's throats. And this time was no exception.
Baywatch was over and Dean got up to make some lunch for them both. Since he worked, he had his own money and would buy the food when needed. Most of the rest of the money he spent on his dates and sometimes he got something nice for Sam. John always paid the bills himself and so they never had to worry about nothing like that.
"Hey, Sam. What do you want tonight?" he called out.
"Um, meat loaf." Replied Sam. Good thing about Dean turning older at a young age and practically raising Sam was that he had learned to cook real well. He had spent a lot of years burning things up in the kitchen but finally had the main portions of meals down. If he didn't know how to do it by now, he was done with trying.
"Alright then," Dean called back as he prepped the kitchen and set about cooking. When all was done, he called Sam in and they ate.
"So, we're not going out tonight, right?" Sam asked through a mouthful.
"Don't talk with your mouthful and no we're not."
"Not even to like the movies or something?"
"No, Sam. It's raining."
"So, what are we going to do?" he asked as he watched his brother place another forkful into his mouth.
"I'll think of something," said Dean after a moment.
Well, they ate and Sam did the dishes but nothing came to Dean. So, Sam returned to his reading and Dean went about collecting all the guns and bringing them to the dining table, setting them out to clean them.
Normally, he wouldn't do that in the dining room table. He would be too scared that someone would see him through the window or something like that. Either that or his father would get mad and tell him to take that off the table and tell him to do that somewhere more suitable, and Dean would go and do it in his room. However, they lived close to the middle of nowhere where the houses seemed to be a good half mile apart from each other. John had chosen this remote location to further Sam's training on the weapons, which Dean was teaching him now constantly. Another good thing about living in the country was that almost everyone had a gun. So, even if they had seen him through the window – and you'd have to be damn nosy at that – it wouldn't be that odd. Okay, maybe the Uzi.
Dean set about to clean all the weapons in the house, ignoring of course the ones in his car's trunk cause he was soo not going to go get them. Sam was reading, done two more chapters since lunch. Everything was, dare they say normal.
But, that wasn't going to stay that way for long.
As is customary for him, Sam was bored and put down his book, dog-tagging the page. He went to where Dean was and watched as his brother meticulously cleaned his weapons. Dean was very rarely concentrative about much. In reality, Dean didn't really even care about much. If you had nothing to do with the hunt, Sammy, or his family, then he really could care less about you. Wouldn't even look twice your way.
Sam was the complete opposite of his brother and found that he couldn't keep his thoughts centered on just what was happening to them or the hunt. Sam needed to help people.
So, he didn't take to cleaning the weapons like his brother did, but he did offer his help when it seemed fit. Like, now, when he was bored.
"Need some help?" he asked walking towards the table and sitting down on one of the seats. He picked up a rag and a gun, knowing that Dean would say ok.
"Sure, why not," said the elder. And that's how they were for a good hour, give or take a few minutes. Until the inevitable disaster struck.
Ok, so Dean is meticulous. He doesn't really do errors much. Or ever really. He is in all extent, perfect. Sam's perfect too, just not on hunting. Or anything about hunting. Like gun cleaning and weapon maintenance for example.
So, it really shouldn't have come as such a shock when the gun fire was heard followed closely by the sound of glass breaking.
Dean dropped his rag and glanced up at his wide mouthed, shocked kid brother. Sam stared at the now 'open' window. Neither spoke for, oh, ten seconds.
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked knowingly, but really what else could he say?
"Oh. My. God." Sam said slowly.
Dean turned enough to put the handgun he was working with on the table. The window was behind him and he was yet prepared to see it.
"Please, please tell me you didn't"
"Oh. My. God" repeated Sam in the same manner as before.
"Sammy, no," Dean said shaking his head as he stood and took the two steps towards his brother. He reached over, grabbing Sam's chin and clammed his mouth shut. Then he helped the younger put the weapon and the rag down and got him to his feet. All along, Sam stared at the window with such a look of disbelief that it was almost funny.
"Sammy," Dean said giving the boy a quick shake. "Sam, come on look at me." And slowly Sam did.
"Dean, I just..."
"Yeah, that you did." And he looked over to the window to see just what his brother had done.
The window was, well, what window? There was nothing left but the pieces shattered on the porch, windowsill and floor.
"Dad's going to kill me," said Sam. And well, Dean couldn't deny that. Dad would be pissed. But John had called the night before and he would be and added hour away. So, unless he decided to take that, what would it be now six, seven, hour drive home today then Sam would be safe.
"Dad's not here, Sammy-boy. And be glad for that." Dean's grip on Sam intensified for a second, a comforting grip, before releasing him completely. Sam stumbled slightly, having to support himself.
"He's going to KILL me!" Sam said like the thought really just hit him. Dean turned back around and looked at his brother. Damn, the kid was freaked out!
"Aren't you listening to me! I said he's not here right now! He won't be here for at least the next five days. So pull yourself together and help me figure something out!" and he turned back to the 'window'.
At Dean's words, Sam seemed to snap out of it some. He steadied himself and then made his way to stand behind his brother.
"We can fix this," Dean said confidently. Sam whimpered and dropped his head to Dean's shoulder effectively covering his view. "We can fix this!"
"How?" muffled Sam onto his shirt.
"Well, for one, you're getting a job." Again a whimper. "Quite wining, cause I'm not paying for this for your stupidity! Hello!" Dean said turning around and looking straight at his kid brother's eyes. Actually, it was more like glaring. "How many times does someone have to remind you to put on the safety and take out the bullets!"
And now he felt stupid.
"Sorry," he replied automatically. Dean sighed, but relaxed some and glanced between Sam and the 'window'.
"Yeah, well, sorry isn't going to help that window," Dean looked around. The table was still filled with the weapons and cleaning supplies, but now the floor was littered with the broken pieces of glass. Ever since Sammy was eight and had cut his hand on that piece of broken glass, Dean refused to let the kid anywhere near glass. Especially broken glass. But, he didn't want him picking up the weapons either, not after this.
But, damn all he didn't want to clean all this shit up himself
"Sam, do you think you can pick up the weapons and put them away without another incident?" asked Dean a little skeptical.
"Yeah, Dean. It was a slip up. Damn. Please don't tell me you're going to treat me like some invalent child now around guns," moaned Sam. Dean didn't reply and Sam took that as a 'Duh!' and rolled his eyes. Great, like he needed something else added to the list of ways his brother treated him like a little kid.
"Okay, so you do that, and I'll clean up all this up and cover up that space." Dean said as he walked into the kitchen to get supplies.
So, they spent the better part of the next hour cleaning up and putting everything back in its place. Dean got some plastic tarp and began taping it around the window hole. He had cleaned the area, leaving the outside until a little later. Sam offered to help, but Dean turned him down saying that he had helped enough and to start thinking about where he was going to work.
"How about the library?" Sam asked from where he sat at the table and watched his brother at work.
"Hell no!"
"Why not?" A job at the library sounded perfectly reasonable to Sam. He spent a lot of time there anyways. Why not get paid for it?
"Cause, this is like a punishment for your stupidity. A library would be like a reward to you."
"Punishment? For what!" And boy did he regret asking that when Dean turned around and gave him such a hard look. Right, the window, got it.
"So, what am I supposed to do?"
"And you call yourself smart," Dean said with a shake of the head as he finished off the window and tossed the remaining duck tape on the table. "Tomorrow, you go around and find some place that will hire you." Sam opened his mouth to ask exactly how he was supposed to do that. "Like every other normal teenager. Look for the damn helped wanted signs."
Sunday morning found a very irritated Sam being yanked out of bed and pushed into the shower before he even knew what the hell was going on. Twenty minutes later, he came into the kitchen showered and dressed. He grabbed a bowl and went over to the table where Dean was pouring himself a bowl of RiceKrispies. Though the elder did cook, Dean was never fully awake enough to make breakfast and cereal is damn good.
Dean too was showered, shaved and dressed. Even at sixteen, Sam still didn't shave much because his damn face was stuck on looking younger than he was and it barely gave him a few whiskers a week.
They ate, both avoided to look at the window – like they needed a reminder, and then Dean hauled him out once more towards the Impala.
They lived in what Dean referred to as a hick town, where no one was close by but everyone knew each other's business. All of the finer points of the town where in the heart of town, a good twenty minute drive from where their house stood. A good half a mile spread, which was around three blocks, contained all of the shopping and service centers the town had to offer.
The garage where Dean works, Troy's Repair and Auto Center ( Troy is Rick's Dad), is right beside the diner. Convenient to the elder Winchester; his two favorite things, side by side. Across the street were a few odds and ends of stores. Clothing, audio, antique. A good two miles from the 'center' was the school and in front of that was the library.
Not convenient to the younger boy.
"Sammy, I want you to find something around here. Something easy that can pay you enough that by the end of the week we might have enough to pay for a window replacement before Dad every gets wind of anything. Got that?"
Sam rolled his eyes and nodded. Dean pulled the Impala into the back of the garage and parked it besides Rick's Neon and why the hell he had a Neon was beyond Dean. They got out of the vehicle and Dean made his way towards the garage.
"Be back by twelve. We can have lunch." Dean told said as he walked away. Sam groaned and stayed besides the Chevy. "Dude, move it! Snapped Dean and then he was gone.
Now, don't get him wrong. Sam wasn't against getting a job. He had wanted one before and Dad and Dean had both said no way. But, well that was ages and eons ago. Couldn't a guy change his mind? Sam pushed off the car and slowly started his walk to what he was sure would be a long day.
Twenty minutes later, Merle, the sixty something owner of the antiques and book store said that she wasn't looking, but would gladly take Sam in for a whooping six dollars an hour and wasn't Sam just ecstatic. No, really.
He walked over to the garage and quickly found Rick, who told him that Dean was with a customer and wouldn't you know it Janie Kooligan was pressed up between her Honda and his brother. Rick smirked.
"What you need, kid?" he asked. He was slightly older than Dean, but whatever Sam still felt smarter than this guy. Hey, it's all the 'boy genius' has.
"Nothing, just tell Dean that I found one and that I'm going home 'cause I don't feel like staying here forever." Sam said with his back turned towards his brother, his full attention unnaturally on Rick.
"Will do, kid." And then Sam was out the door and walking towards the bus stop. Good thing about this town. At least it had a good bus system.
But, he's not having any good luck this week, seriously.
Sam bumps into Ronnie Clever and he's the town hotshot and a real pain in the ass. And, yep, there he is smoking behind the Laundromat.
Okay, don't make eye contact. Sam tells himself a few second s to late. Ronnie and crew spot him. Damn. And wouldn't he know it he's caught.
Next thing he knows he's being offered one thing or another and Sam's almost piss sure that if he keeps saying no they'll take offense and hit him. Well, he's actually thinking along the lines of a stabbing, but that's only because Dean's active imagination has traded down to him.
However, if he accepts anything Dean will have his ass, plain and simple. And he has to focus and keep Dean happy until that window is fixed. He needs Dean to pitch in to get it fixed and he'll be damned if he has to pay it all himself.
So, he stands there like an idiot with the cigarette pointed out in offering to him from Lizzy? Laney? What was her name? 's hand and inside he's shaking his head no so profoundly he's surprised that its not flying off. And isn't Dean supposed to help him out in these kinds of tight fits?
Oh, there he is!
Dean got Rick's message and no way is Sam going on the bus. The damn thing makes like three stops and you better walk your ass off from there. The closest stop to their house was a three miles from their house and he didn't want Sam walking that – not that he couldn't or didn't deserve it. Dean was just a 'little' over protective to the runt and there was just no way that anything else was going to happen now.
So, imagine his shock at finding his kid brother being offered pot. And please tell me he's not considering it! And then, well he is super protective. So, it really shouldn't come as much surprise when he 'lightly' slugged a few of those kids upside the head. He was pretty gentle, he was twenty and he didn't need t go to jail or anything over this.
They're walking back to the garage now. Dean's mad and Sam tells him he got a job at that antique place and Dean glares at him. Ok, so wrong moment to bring that up. Now he knows.
Dean makes Sam wait there at the garage until he's done around eleven thirty. He learns that Rick's not such a bad guy and he's actually pretty smart, went to college for a while. But Dean keeps giving his cold chills so he's not doing much but sitting there and reading a magazine or striking up a conversation with Rick when he's not out back with Dean or Conner- the other guy working there. Then Dean's dragging him back to the car, he works part time on Sundays, so Dean's shift is done in time for lunch.
So, the next day Sam starts with Merle and Dean's still in garage and he's picking up a second shift on Wednesday and maybe Thursday. Dean talked something out with Merle; Sam's not sure what cause he wasn't there. But he has to the store after school and then meets up with Dean and he can't do anything else. And it really sucks.
Mainly, Sam organizes her bazillions of papers and Dean was right, this is so not fun.
It takes them two weeks to be able to buy the window. (It would have been sooner, had Dean not had to of taken Cherie Lynn out last weekend.) It takes them a few days longer to be able to pay for the repairman that is a requirement. Dean doesn't take that so well. He's convinced that he can put the damn thing in himself.
Sam laughs at this and gets a few items thrown at him once they get home.
So, all these days later and the window's installed and Sam's happy since he thinks he can quit the antique's shop now; Merle is kind of creeping him out. But Dean practically falls from his chair from laughter.
"What?" Sam asks since he's more curious by this act then worried, as apparently he should be.
"Dude, you owe me," Dean replied once he was breathing again.
"For?"
"Seriously Sammy, you wouldn't think that I'd just give you all that money?" And he walks off to start on dinner.
The next day after the repair is a Wednesday. Sam's falling a sleep on the couch as Dean's cell phone rings.
"Hello?" Dean calls from beside him. Sam's covered in a blanket and warm and he's about ready to doze off.
"We're fine, Dad." And now he's awake, just like that. Dean glances down at his watch. Its 230 am. Oh, crap, they should both be in bed by now. "Yeah, Sammy's in bed already." Dean looks over to him and pushes a finger over Sam's lips before he manages to ask anything stupid and get them both into trouble. "Well, he has school tomorrow. And, yeah I work but I'll be fine. So, when are you getting back?" Sam's eyes start closing again and Dean's hushed conversation is luring him to sleep.
"That's great, Dad. See you then." Dean looks over at Sam, almost asleep now. He just grins, shuts off the TV, and hauls Sam to his feet. He's carry-dragging Sam to bed and Sam's mumbling. It's going to be hell getting up in the morning.
John's coming on Friday, by Saturday for sure. He's found a new gig. It's further away and so they're moving now. Sam will be upset, as is the norm, but he'll be fine in the end. Besides, if they leave quickly there will be less time for John to notice anything.
So, it's Friday afternoon and the boys are packing. Harmless enough, right. Right?
Sam notices some broken cabinet beside the dining table. It wasn't that way when they had rented the place and he figures that it must have happened during one of his and Dean's little 'battles'. They can't have the owner or their father see it like this. He tells Dean.
"Well, fix it then," Dean calls out from another room. Sam shrugs and goes gets a hammer and some nails. He's okay with woodcraft, he can fix this. He works quickly enough and has the cabinet door back on.
"Good as new," he commends himself. A few more hammer shots and he'll be done. Somewhere in the background something heavy falls to the floor, startling Sam. His reflexes are awfully jumpy and he shoots up, hammer in the middle of thrashing forward. It keeps on moving as Sam turns to the sound.
The window's crash freezes him. Dean comes running in and there's all kinds of junk all over him.
"What happened?" he asks. But then he sees the window and slumps against the doorframe. Things just aren't getting any easier.
I'm just going to end it here. Damn, this was long! AHH :D So, yeah very pointless. I had another 20/ 16 story for this, but I decided that will be its own one shot soon. Hope you liked this, I thought some parts were funny. I wrote this, this morning though - meaning 11-3 am. A lot might not make sense. Sorry. I waited till I had a few hours of sleep thought to come back and post this. Please review, at least to tell me how much nonsense I write. It's fun:D