Starting over

Sam's POV

We had been driving for three hours. Dean was acting all strange, all quiet and casting me glances whenever he thought I wasn't looking. He seemed really beaten up about this dad disappearing-act. Or was something else bothering him?

"Dean?"

"Sammy", he answered in a sarcastic tone, looking at me half smiling, half serious.

"You know, when you ask someone to come along for a trip and he agrees, it's up to you to keep him entertained."

"Entertained? Like what, you want me to tell jokes? Well, let's see... There were these three men in a bar..."

I interrupted him as fast as I could.

"No, I mean like...talk. You know, when I asked you earlier how you've been you said you'd had better days. So, what's up?" I tried to cast him my most honest face. Dean's the kind of guy that doesn't easily show his emotions, he doesn't easily let people in. I remember one of his ex- girlfriends, back in the days.

"Dean, where're you taking me?" The girl kept on laughing. In three days she would celebrate her seventeenth birthday. Everything was perfect: she had perfect grades at school, there were no more tensions at home between her parents, she had great friends and she had her perfect boyfriend. They'd been together for five months and a half now.

"Why are we at the station? You're taking me somewhere? Is it for my birthday?" She squeaked that last part out.

"We're not going somewhere, you are. Your family has decided to move to Alabama. They're waiting for you inside the train. Your posessions have been packed and all's been arranged."

For a moment she didn't know what to say. It felt like her voice had been stolen.

"But, I don't understand. You're coming later? And why did my parents not tell me they had made a decision yet?" The hurt in her voice was obvious.

"They couldn't move because of us being together. So I went to talk to your old man. I told him that you and me... weren't gonna last forever." That last part was spoken softer. Dean dared to look up and meet her eyes. He immediately regretted. Her face was in shock, as was the rest of her body. Soon tears started flowing down her face. It didn't take long before her anger took the upperhand. Before he even had the time to see it coming, she had punched him in the face. Oww, that was gonna leave a mark.

"You...you... You're unbelievable! You decide it's over and tell it to me... like this!" She paused a moment to calm her nerves. When she started speaking again, her voice was enlaced with hurt: "I thought we were good... I want to know! Why?"

I felt this moment coming. What was I gonna tell her? The demon we failed to send back to hell was gonna come after you if you'd stayed? I can't worry about you and be chasing a demon at the same time? There was only one option here: I had to lie.

"I don't feel for you anymore like I used to." Was she buying it?

Silence fell.

"Who is she? Is it that tramp...from the supermarket?" That last word was spoken full with disgust. "She's been all over you ever since she first set eyes on you."

"There is no other girl! I ... have ... a problem ... with you!" I shouldn't have phrased it like that. I'm no good with words. As I dared to look up again, there was only one word that could describe what I saw: defeat. Her eyes were drenched with defeat.

"So you want to end us like this?"

"Diane, I..." I held out my hand to her. She took a few step backwards.

"No, it's fine. Don't you touch me! We just... weren't meant to be. You have a happy life." It wasn't what she said, it was the way she said it. Vini, vidi, perdido, if that word even exists. Match played, game over. And just like that, without another word, she left and walked out of my life. She never looked back. It was the last time I saw here.

Sam, who had followed his brother to the station, was standing ten metres away. He had witnessed the whole scene. Dean never knew that Sams knew. Two weeks later there had been a letter from Alabama. Diane had sent Dean the pendant he had given her last Valentine back. It was a little silver heart. Dean had never looked so broken. Sam recalled.

End flashback

Sam's POV

That same broken look was on Dean's face again.

"Dean, did you hear me?"

"Uhm, what?" He seemed distracted.

"Dean, when I talk to you, you listen." This was getting annoying.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I'm really tired. Can we do this talking some other time?"

"Fine. But we will talk later when you're you again." I sighed. "You want me to drive in your place? You know, so you can rest a bit?" He gave me this look like I was out of my mind.

"And drive my baby? Hell no! No one drives my Chevrolet but me." I cast him my most charming smile.

"Oh come on. I am a fantastic driver! And your baby? Please." Dean turned and lowered his head to his steering wheel, stroke his hand over it and said: "Don't you listen to him baby. He doesn't understand us. After all, he doesn't even have his own car." He said that last part teasingly, looking at me awaiting my answer.

"I don't have a car, because I don't need one. My friends drive me around. Not that you know what that is; having friends." I had gone over the line. I can't believe I said that! It's bad enough that he won't comit to anyone, now I just had to rub it in. If possible, he even looked sadder than before.

"Dean, I..." He cut me off immediately.

"No Sammy, you're right. I don't have friends of my own. Not everyone's got the luxury to actually settle down somewhere, build a life, shutting out family in process..." That got my attention. "Shutting out family? You mean I was the one shut out! Dad was really clear on that! I only had two options. Sorry I did not throw my dreams and hopes away!"

I was madder about this than I thought I would be. I was breathing hard, I needed a pause to restrain myself.

All of a sudden he stopped the car . He turned in his seat so he was facing me. He wasn't looking me in the eye though. He was deep in thoughts, staring off next to me in the distance. After what seemed like forever, his eyes came to rest on mine. His eyes had never shown such strong emotion before.

"I'm not dad, Sammy. I never wanted you out of my life, but it did happen. Eight years. We haven't seen each other in eight years. All I want is to have my brother back. I want to get to know you again, Sammy. Is that possible?" Dean decided it was best to keep dad out of the picture for now. You can't ask too much from Sam in once.

"Seriously Dean? I don't know. So much has changed in those eight years. I'm not the Sam you knew before. I'm not sure we can have the same relation as before. But I do know I am stuck here with you, in the middle of a town I didn't even know existed. So I guess I better give you a chance. Lord knows I'm not up for hitching in creeptown." I gave him a cocky brown, followed by a smile. It was a sincere-one. I think he knew I was being sincere. He smiled back and gave me a hug. "So we're good? I'm glad. Try not to enjoy that hug too much. I wouldn't want you to get all touchy touchy and hug me everytime you have a chick-moment." I hit him on the shoulder.

"Aww!" he said mockingly. "Bitchy."

"Dude, shut up." It was nice being able to tease each other again. We always did that when we were kids. I missed it. He turned to me again and said: "You know what? Just to show you how sincere I am about us starting over, I will let you drive my car."

"Really?"

"Really really."

"Awesome." He unbuckled himself, opened his door and stepped out of the car. I didn't. I just moved over to the seat next to me. He got back in the car and faced me once again.

"One last thing: you scratch my car and you"re dead."

"Car? What happened to baby?" He cast me an annoyed face.

"Whatever, I'm taking a nap. 'Night Sammy."

"Sam." Dean just shrugged. "Goodnight Dean."

Voila, chapter one. Hope you still liked it. Don't forget to read and review.

Peace and love.