Disclaimer: I do not own the boys and promise to put them back where I found them.
Authors Note: This is just a little something that has been floating around my head. This is just going to be various fragments in our boys life. Please read and review as reviews are like M&M's and always loved.
Waiting in the car pt 2.
1992
"Dean would you quit it. I'm trying to study."
"This songs a classic Sammy, just listen to that riff."
"Yeah well, surprisingly my history paper's on George Washington not Blue Oyster Cult."
Stretched out in the back seat Sam Winchester moved his torch from shining in his brother's face and back onto the text book in front of him. Attempting to read a paragraph for the sixth time, is brother broke his concentration yet again by turning the radio dial another notch higher.
"Dude!"
At this rate he was never gonna finish his paper. Unwilling to give up the fight just yet Sam swung the beam of his torch back into his brothers face, only to be blinded moments later by Deans own mag-lite.
"What?" Dean sounded just as annoyed as Sam felt.
"I have to get this report done."
"So do it." Dean replied, swinging his torch back to the box of cassette tapes he kept under the seat.
"Then would you please turn the music down?"
Dean shot his a sarcastic smile, "Sure."
The one click lower made no difference in the small car.
"Duuuude!" Sam stressed the word. God sometimes big brothers could be so annoying.
"Okay, okay" Dean clicked off the radio and spun round in the seat to face his little brother. "I'll help you finish the paper."
Sam pulled a face, "You failed history."
"So?"
"I want to pass history."
"Do you want my help or not?" Dean asked, getting annoyed again.
"I'll wait for Dad to get back." Sam said with a sigh, closing his text book. He glanced out of the window to the darkened forest beyond. "When is Dad coming back?"
"Sam-" Dean's voice had that warning edge to it that Sam was fast learning he should ignore at his own peril.
Sam held his brother gaze. "He's been gone awhile."
"He'll be back soon." Dean said automatically, dropping his brother's gaze and looking back out the darkened window.
"He said it wouldn't take long." Sam persisted, leaning forward so he was next to his brother. "Shouldn't we go look for him or something?"
"Sam, just leave it." The sudden pain in Dean's voice silenced Sam at once. He knew his brother better then anyone in the world, knew all of his tones and expressions. But his eyes had never held that haunted look before.
"Please Sammy," Deans voice dropped to a whisper, "Just stop asking questions, please."
Sam swallowed nervously. He wanted to do as his brother asked and he knew he wasn't supposed to talk about this stuff but no one would tell him anything. Dean had said their mom had died in a car accident but they were never supposed to talk about her. Their dad went away for days at a time, or like tonight he would park the car outside of some woods or empty looking building and disappear for a few hours yet he wasn't supposed to ask questions. His Dad and Dean had whispered conversations her wasn't supposed to know about and there was a shotgun he wasn't supposed to know existed hiding under the front seat. When he had asked Dean about it he said it was just in case. But in case of what? Sam wanted to know.
Nobody would tell him anything. He wanted to keep asking, keep pressing for information until Dean told him something. He was old enough to know wasn't he?
"I just wanna know what going on." Sam said softly, wide eyes fixed on his brother.
Dean sighed but his gaze was affectionate as he looked back at Sam. "I know you do Sammy." He said gently, "But not yet okay? You're not old enough to understand."
Sam scowled, "That's such a lame excuse."
Dean grinned and turned back to the box of cassette tapes, "Yeah it is. Deal with it."
Sam opened his mouth to retort when the key in the car door made both brothers freeze.
John Winchester slipped into the driver's seat and with the cursory glance to check the boy's were both okay he started the car and let it roar down the road. The brothers watched their Dad cautiously, unsure of what they should say. Once again Sam's mouth burned with forbidden questions but before he could build up the courage to ask one John broke the silence.
"So what have you boys been doing?"
Dean managed a smile and flipped the stereo back on as an answer, letting Blue Oyster Cult fill the car yet again. John shared a smile with his eldest, knowing Dean would also have been on a constant look out. He looked at his youngest in the rear view mirror.
"How 'bout you Sammy?"
Sam glanced at Dean briefly, he wanted to ask the questions that still plagued his mind but instead he shrugged, "I've got a history paper on George Washington to write."
"George Washington hey?" John said thinking, "Well for a start he had wooden teeth."
Sam pushed the persistent questions away and lent forward once again to lean on the front seat between his Dad and his brother, for now just listening.
"And did you know that when he was six..."
Author's Note: Thanks to the two people who have reviewed chapter one.
Lisa: Your words wound me! lol thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed chapter two.
sammygirl1963: Thanks for the review. I wasn't quite going to have them all at such a young age and I have idea's for a few more chapters but I may always jump back to them younger if I get some more ideas. Hope you enjoyed chapter two.