My take on how things were while Sam was at Stanford.

Freshman year is tough for Sam. Endless work and studying to secure his scholarship, and day-to-day, having vowed to stop the deceiving ways of his family. Every once in a while, he likes to let go. When faced with legal charges and a 1000$ fine, he has to call Dean. Who is far from happy. Spanking fic.

Please review if you found yourself enjoying this! Cha[ter 2 half-written. Will probably get published within a week.

CHAPTER 1

Sam plastered his serving smile as the small bell at the coffee shop door rang.

The loud hissing of the coffee maker behind him caused his head to throb, but the boss was around, and taking a break right now wouldn't be in his best interest. If he'd been honest with himself taking a break ever from anything wouldn't be in his best interest. He kept his focus on closing the foam cups lined up in front of him as he spoke.

"Good afternoon, what can I get you?" He asked in his well-practiced friendly tone.

"Yourself, tonight, no excuses," a female voice answered.

Sam's smile widened and found its way to his eyes, as he looked up at the blonde.

"Jess, I'm working," he pointedly informed the young woman who was grinning back at him.

"Which reminds me, a latte to go, please!"

Sam turned his back to the girl and prepared the coffee himself. He preferred taking orders, but he was a good barista, too. And liked to make Jess' coffee himself, whenever she came here. Closing the foam cup, he handed it to her with a wink.

"On the house."

"Thanks," Jess replied, tugging some hair behind her ear. "For real, Sam. Tonight. You've been going nonstop for weeks now. It's college, studying, work, and maybe a tiny bit of sleep in between. You need to kick back a bit, before your burn yourself out. Just one night. Let's have some fun!"

Sam considered the offer, knowing Jess wasn't wrong. Tomorrow was his day off from work, too. The timing wasn't the worst. He could stay out late and catch up on rest and studying tomorrow.

"Text me the details and I'll do my best. Let's talk later, all right?"

At his girlfriend's nod, he quickly focused his attention on the next customer. Five hours to go.

It was a couple of hours later when he finally got a chance to take a short break. Tallest cup of coffee their place served in hand, Sam exited the small coffee shop from the back door. It led to a narrow alley that was seldom used aside by the shop's personnel for breaks or taking out the trash.

Drawing a long sip from his cup he closed his eyes as the coffee made its bitter way down his throat. The taste alone made him feel a little more energized and he knew the caffeine would soon kick in.

His phone rang and he fished it out of his pocket, glancing at the caller ID. A hint of a smile forming, he answered.

"Hey, jerk!"

"Hey, bitch," came the expected response.

"What's up? Everything okay over there?" Sam asked, not managing to entirely mask his worry.

Phone calls formed a knot in his stomach. He remembered all the hours he and Dean spent staring at their phones, waiting for the phone call that would confirm their father was still alive after his latest hunt.

"Yeah. Just finished with a poltergeist in Bakersfield, California. The damn thing…"

"Dean…"

"Right. No supernatural talk," Dean replied, some annoyance creeping into his tone. "Anyway. We're good. How about you?"

"Fine. Work, college, endless studying. The usual."

"A dream come true," Dean commented dryly.

Sam swallowed his bitterness at that. College had been the dream, yes. But his dream was more along the lines of having an actual support system and not struggling for everything to the point of panic attacks.

"Yeah…" was the only thing he ended up saying.

None of this was Dean's fault after all. On the contrary. His brother was trying hard as hell to help him out whenever possible. With a little money every now and then, with an ear to listen to Sam's troubles and worries - whenever he decided to stop bottling up and actually share them- , and with just keeping an eye on Sam. Sam knew if shit hit the fan, he had someone to turn to. And he knew there was someone out there, who cared.

"You sure you're good, Sammy?"

Despite Dean's effort to play it cool, Sam could read his brother's concern clearly. He also found himself marveling at how well his brother knew him and how he managed to read his silence.

"Yeah, Dean. It's just been a week," Sam answered.

"Any plans for the weekend?" Dean asked next.

"Yeah, actually. Jess and I will go to a party tonight. Kick back a little."

"Just not too much, right Sammy?" Came Dean's answer, a bit more biting this time.

Sam flushed, remembering what had happened not two months ago when his brother paid him an unexpected visit, after a hunt in San Jose.

"No, not too much."

"You might have left the hunting life, little brother. But those things are still out there. And you're as much of a target as anyone else. You can't let your guard down, especially not while alone," Dean reminded him.

Sam rolled his eyes at that. "Yeah, like you never let your guard down," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Never when alone and never when out on a limb. I was stupid enough to do this once, Sam. I learned my lesson. It's one thing to drink a beer or two, it's another entirely to get wasted off your ass while with stupid immature college kids…"

"Yeah, because Stanford is filled with stupid and immature kids," Sam bit back, taking offense at Dean's unfair generalization. Sure, Stanford like any other prestigious university had a lot of those. But he also had his kind. The struggling to survive and working-their-asses-off kind.

"Yeah, Sammy it is. Like it or not, not everyone over there is like you. Most of them have a daddy paying their way in and out of every shitty situation. But not even someone like that can pay you out of getting your ass killed by monsters. So, drop the attitude and stop pretending you don't know what I'm saying."

Sam closed his eyes tiredly. Dean was right. On some levels. And Sam was done.

"Yeah, OK. I'll be careful, promise. Hey listen, thanks for checking in but It's really busy right now."

"Fine, Sammy. I'll let you get back to work. You know to call…"

Sam hung up before his older brother had the chance to finish his words. It didn't matter. He did know to call him if he needed him.

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