AUTHORS NOTE: I'm sorry for the delay. I went home for Easter break and left my laptop behind and now it's getting to the last month of my final year of university so it's assignments, assignments, assignments! Oh so fun! I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters but I do own Michelle – or she's inspired off my beautiful friend ThePointGirl and it's her birthday today so happy birthday to my baby girl!

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It was the next day and Sam had found himself hiding away in the school library, a large textbook in front of him and hunger pangs attacking his stomach but he had decided to ignore them because he was too afraid that he'd have to watch Dean in the canteen with his new "girlfriend". Sure. He'd seen Dean with girls in the canteen before. God forbid that Dean would think to keep his displays of affection – could he call it affection when referring to Dean? – private and not display them in front of everyone in the canteen. Sighing, he closed his eyes and counted to ten because he was aware that he needed to focus.

He had a class text coming up, hence the large textbook in front of him, and for the first time in his life he'd left the revision to last minute and it was starting to lead him to palpitations. However, he still couldn't focus due to the fact that Dean had a girlfriend. It was almost as if his mind was a stuck record now. No matter where he was or what he was doing, his thoughts would automatically return to that of Dean having a girlfriend that he felt serious about.

Running his hand over the nape of his neck, Sam couldn't help but realise how awkward tea at Bobby's was going to be tonight. The elderly hunter had arrived back early that morning, a smile on his face as he promised the boys that the next town was free from whatever he'd been hunting and it had just stretched even more when Dean had mumbled – for the first time in his life, Dean was no longer a cocky son of a bitch – that he had a girlfriend coming over for tea because he wanted her to meet his family. Bobby, their surrogate dad due to how long John was gone most times, had just continued grinning and said that it was time Dean thought about being responsible and getting a girlfriend. Bobby, even though he believed the boys needed to be aware of what was around them, had always wanted them to have a 'normal' lifestyle.

Sam couldn't help but laugh at the irony of that statement. 'Normal' wasn't possible when you were a part of a hunting family. It involved moving all the time, school work was never important and the two boys had no social skills really unless you counted Dean's confidence with the ladies and Sam's ability to remember anything he read so therefore fit in with the smarter half of the school. The only social skills the boys had were with each other and that's probably why Sam had started feeling things for his brother that he shouldn't be feeling. Not that his feelings mattered. They'd never see the light of day because he knew that they would repulse Dean.

"Samuel," the use of his full name caused him to roll his eyes as his best friend at this school took the seat next to him, "where have you been all day?"

"Hey Miche," he said knowing how much she hated the nickname and couldn't help but laugh as she reached out to punch his shoulder. "I've been attempting to revise for the biology exam we have this afternoon." He explained as he waved his hand over the neglected text book lying on the table.

"Attempting?" She challenged. Sam might not have been at the school long but Michelle was aware of how nerdy her new friend was and also knew that for him to be 'attempting' his revision then there was something on his mind. Smiling, she closed the book and cocked her head to the side as she studied. "Alright than, Sam. Spill it."

"Spill what?" Sam asked as he reached out to open the book again but Michelle slammed her hand down on it causing Sam to chuckle.

Sam remembered the first time he'd taken Michelle back to Bobby's scrapyard once for tea because they were doing a project together and Bobby had immediately pointed out that Sam had felt that he could trust Michelle because she was the female version of Dean. Take right now for example, she was wearing a black tee shirt with the emblem of her favourite heavy metal band on and a pair of skinny black jeans that were tucked into a pair of well worn army boots. Usually a leather jacket would finish off the look but she'd obviously left that in her locker because she wasn't wearing it at the minute. Her dark hair was the pixie cut style and often she spiked it to give the rocker look. She was different to all the other girls in the school and Sam enjoyed that. Michelle was also the only person in the world apart from Dean that could read him like a book.

"There's something bugging you. You never attempt to revise. You revise," she pointed out before looking down at the book. "And didn't we cover this material last week? You should already have it memorised." And that was the only difference between Michelle and Dean. Michelle cared about her studies and worked as hard as Sam did to pass. Bobby had joked that she was a combination of the pair of them so that made her a damned fine lassie and that she was welcome at his scrapyard whenever she fancied. The Singer sign of approval had made her beam like a lantern.

"It's nothing," he said shrugging his shoulders and Michelle just lifted an eyebrow at him, her eyes narrowing slightly causing him to sigh.

"What's Dean done now?" Michelle asked. She knew that the only time Sam found himself in a mood was when his dad was back in town or when Dean had been insensitive. She knew that John Winchester wasn't back in town because it would have been the first thing he'd said to her when she sat down. Michelle, being from a single parent family also, didn't understand the tension between Sam and his father but she knew that it was there.

Sam looked up at her. "What? Dean? He's done..." he was going to lie but he could see in her face that she wasn't going to let him get away with that so he just nodded his head. "He's got a girlfriend, Michelle." She went to open her mouth and Sam shook his head. "Not the I'm going to screw and dump you kind. The kind where he wants to bring her home and meet the family."

"Holy fuck!" Michelle burst out causing the librarian to call out her name and sound shocked at the same time. Michelle quickly apologised before turning back to Sam. "You're kidding? Dean doesn't do..." And then it clicked. Sam, against his better judgement, had told Michelle about his sudden change in feelings for Dean and instead of being repulsed like he'd expected her to she'd shown him the kind of sympathy that he needed. She'd also said that she could understand it because Dean was a babe and there was just something about him that made you want to forget all your morals and do naughty things to him. Despite the weirdness of the conversation, Sam had appreciated having someone to talk to about it and especially seeing as, even though she might deep down, she didn't judge him. "Oh baby," she said reaching out and cupping his cheek into her hand. "Are you okay?"

Smiling, Sam took the hand holding his face into his and squeezed it lightly. Being raised a hunter had meant that neither of the boys had been used to affection whereas his short friendship with Michelle had found him showered in it. She couldn't help but hold his hand, press kisses to his cheek and she was constantly hugging him or sitting on his knee when there was no seats available. Sometimes Sam believed that Michelle could have been the perfect girlfriend for him if he hadn't been so fucked up and lusting for his brother.

"I don't know how I am," he admitted before sighing but a plan suddenly hit him and he smiled at her, the puppy dog eyes out at full force because he knew that no one could say no to them. "Can I be a coward and invite you for tea tonight so that I'm not alone with them?"

"Oh Sam," she said running her hand through his hair before nodding her head, "of course." Pressing her forehead to his, she pressed a small kiss to the tip of his nose. "Hey. We could scare her away!" She joked making Sam laugh but deep down he knew that Michelle would be able to do it if she put her mind to it.

"Michelle, I thought you were madly in love with me?" A voice said from above them causing them both to separate and look up into the face of the older Winchester brother, the charming smile that had broken every female's heart when he had entered the school for the first time about three months ago gracing his features.

Keeping hold of Sam's hand, Michelle just smiled at Dean. "Dean, I've heard you've already broke my heart! You've got yourself a meet the family girlfriend. Excuse me a moment while I faint and die!" She teased causing Dean to release the low chuckle that had always made Sam's stomach do cartwheels as he moved to sit beside them. "Dean, I didn't know you knew where the library was!" She teased causing Dean just to smile at her as he shook his head and laid his arm across the back of her chair.

"I like to know where the library is so I can hunt my baby brother down when he goes missing," Dean pointed out before looking over at Sam and his smile straightened causing Michelle to look over at Sam too. "You alright, Sammy? You look ill."

Listening to Dean call him 'baby brother' had been enough to make Sam regret his urges again and he'd actually puked in his mouth, hence the loss of colour but he didn't want either of them to worry so he just nodded his head as he reached out and took hold of the textbook. There was no way he was going to get any last minute revision in now. His focus was completely blown. "I've invited Michelle round for tea tonight, Dean. Is that okay?"

Dean looked at Sam for a moment, the confusion apparent on his face, but it didn't last long as he nodded his head and his smile was redirected at Michelle. "Of course. I like the little tiger. She should come round more. Personally, I think Bobby wants to marry you." He teased causing Michelle and Sam to burst out laughing before Dean rose from his chair. "Sammy, are you sure you're okay?" Dean reached out to squeeze his shoulder but Sam ducked away from the touch not caring that it would probably hurt Dean's feelings and have him worried.

"It's Sam. And I'm fine." He looked up at Dean, his smile forced as he nodded his head. "I promise." Dean just nodded his head before leaving the library. Sam watched him leave before looking down at his hands. "Michelle, why am I such a damned freak?" Before he could hear her answer, she was in his lap despite their location and her arms were wrapped around his neck as she held him in a fierce hug. Sometimes Sam found himself wondering if this was the way a sister would have been with him if they'd have ever had one.

"You're not a freak, Sam." She promised before smiling. "And if tonight gets too awkward for you then we'll break free and we'll go over to my mum's. It's Tuesday which means she'll have been baking which means she's made her famous cake that you love so much but hardly eat because of your stupid desire to eat healthily." Sam just laughed and didn't want to explain again that if she'd have travelled as much as he had and had eaten at every greasy spoon in America then she'd want to eat healthily too.

"Thank you," he said before laughing as the librarian warned Michelle to get off Sam before she was sent to the headmaster's office for inappropriate behaviour.

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to be continued...