A/N: Okay, so I was attached by inspiration and here is chapter 3... I really shouldn't spoil you guys like that (by writing a chapter per day) :| lol

See that you'll read carefully the ratings, warnings and details on every chapter, for they'll vary.

For chapter 3:

Story Details: pre-series! My take on how Dean reacts at Sam leaving for college.

Rated: T

Warnings: a bad word or two.

Disclaimer: I only own Dean's anger and denial.

III: Ira [Wrath]

"There's something we should talk about." Sam said, and Dean, busy as he was, with carefully spreading salt at any place of the motel room that could qualify as entrance, waved him off.

"Later, man, I have to finish this." He replied.

A whisper about how they won't have a later made it to his ears, but Dean ignored it, thinking that Sam had no reason to say something like that.

"You remember I took the SAT's, right?" Sam asked sounding timid, and Dean mumbled an affirmative between his teeth.

"Well, I passed." He said plainly, as if the phrase was enough to explain every single detail, about what Sam was trying to say.

"...And?" Dean asked when his brother didn't elaborate.

"IadapiedforSanfdndIgtaccted." Sam said without pausing for breath.

Dean, confused, finally turned to look at him, only to found Sam staring at the floor like they were having the most interesting conversation. "I have no idea what you just said, bud."

"I had applied for Stanford, and I got accepted." Sam repeated, so slowly that the sentence took a full minute to get out of his mouth.

"...So?" Dean asked, and it made Sam's face to look so crestfallen for some moments that Dean almost wanted to apologize. But, he didn't know what he ought to be sorry for.

"Honestly, Sam, stop beating around the bushes, and tell me exactly what's that supposed to mean." He said instead, coloring his voice with the appropriate amount of irritation that big brothers should have, when they demand explanations from smaller siblings.

"Damn it, Dean. I'm leaving! I'm going to college. Do I have to paint the fucking thing for you to understand?" Sam said, and Dean was certain it was supposed to come out angrily, but Sam's voice cracked a little and the sound stung straight through Dean's chest.

A heavy silence enveloped the room, as Dean tried to proccess the meaning of Sam's words.

"What?", he gasped after a while, feeling completely floored. "No! You can't!"

"I've already made all the arrangements, Dean." Sam told him matter-of-factly.

That? That did it for Dean, and he saw red. "Ah, yeah, well if everything's settled then." He said sarcastically. "What the fuck, Sam?" He yelled so loudly that the words echoed around them.

"It's just that... well, Dad and I don't get along, and I wanna try knew things- I- I wanna stay at the same place for more then a few days... I wanna make friends, and keep them; I wanna do something with my life, not waste it." The words faded for Dean, as Sam continued with his rambling.

Not waste it? Sam was thinking that protecting and saving innocent people from all these evil things they hunted, was a waste of time?

"... I mean, haven't you ever wanted a pet as a kid? I've always wanted a dog, but Dad forbade it, cause it wouldn't be easy dragging it along with us. And I get that, but-"

Dean couldn't take it, listening to all these bullshit; he rushed forward, pinning Sam against the wall, snarling between his gritted teeth for Sam to shut the fuck up.

As Sam blinked in surprise and tried to free himself from Dean's grip, Dean clenched his arms even tighter around Sam's shoulders.

"So, that's it? All you wanted, was to announce that you're leaving?" Dean drawled, making sure to pass the message that he expected to hear more.

"Look, Dean, I get it, okay? You love this job, and you're good at it. But, it's not for me. This is an opportunity to start over, and I'm ready to take it." Sam said carefully, as if afraid.

Dean stared deep inside Sam's eyes, unable to believe that this was all Sam had to say. All the while, Sam just stared back at him, his eyes all round and innocent and twitching like a nervous rabbit; which Dean found annoyingly cute, despite himself.

'I've been hiding in this job', Dean thought before he could prevent it. "Sam, don't do this." he begged, hands trembling around Sam's frame.

Sam raised a shaking hand to cup Dean's face in his palm. "Please, don't feel like any of this is your fault.", he whispered.

"It's just that... it's time for me to go." He said making a helpless shrug with his shoulders.

Yeah.

Okay.

So, really, that's all; there won't be any "Maybe you could come with me, Dean." or "You don't have to give up hunting or anything, but please, please, please come with me Dean." or "It would be like how we are now, but we'll have a house that could be like your base, Dean."

So, apart from getting the hell out from this shity life, Sam wants to get away from Dean as well.

And, no, the pain Dean feels inside his chest right now, is definately not his heart breaking.

Yeah.

Okay.

Without another word, Dean's out of the door and at the back of the motel, where he spends some time viciously punching the wall until his hands are so numb he thinks they might have break.

So, yeah; okay.

Days pass, and Dean is at his best performance, facing every slimy son of a bitch that doesn't belong in this world head-on, fists up and guns blazing, and Dad is proud (he doesn't say it -Winchesters and compliments? fuck off- but there's a glint inside his eyes) cause Dean's always been good, but now his hunting is outstanding, and Dean's target, at getting good enough to kill the motherfucker that took Mum, gets closer by the day, and Sam-

No. Sam doesn't matter anymore, cause he's a fucking traitor, that will leave in a couple of weeks. And that's fine with Dean, cause if it's so fucking easy for him, to leave Dean, then Sam can go fuck himself, for all Dean cares.

"I'll help you clean that." Sam says gently, pointing at Dean's fresh wound, a split across his right eyebrow (this last demon Dean exorcised put up a hell of a fight), as if he hasn't noticed that Dean isn't speaking to him, or that Dean has barely even looked at him since that day. But, Dean's done dealing with Sam and his hypocritical care, which Sam can shove high up his ass by the way, so he bangs the bathroom's door closed and locks it.

Weeks pass, and Dean's at a bar, drinking himself to death, but that has nothing to do with Sam leaving tommorrow, cause Dean doesn't give a shit about Sam anymore.

And when Dean gets back at the motel, the reason he kicks at Sam's satchel is simply that Dean's plastered and didn't notice the damn thing resting neatly beside the door.

And when Dean lies down on his bed, and a few minutes pass before Sam creeps silently behind him and wraps his arms around him, Dean doesn't push him off and onto the floor, because the world's all fuzzy and there's a ringing noise inside Dean's ears and he has no desire to even stir away right now.

And when morning comes, and Dean awakes to his -annoying- brother caressing his cheek and the side of his neck with unusual tenderness, he doesn't open his eyes only cause Dean's fucking sick of seeing Sam's face.

Then, Sam whispers "Goodbye, Dean, and good luck." And it takes only a few seconds, a swift kiss to Dean's cheek and a few hurried steps away from the motel's front door; and Sam is gone.

'Well, to hell with him.', Dean thinks as he gets up, feeling dizzy and lost, because of his hangover, of course. His head is throbbing from last night's boose, and Dean sucks it up and grits his teeth... for about a second, before he rushes in the bathroom to puke his guts out, all the while trying to convince himself that the tears streaming down his face are tears of fury.

A/N: And... that would be all for today :|

PS. Keep in mind that I'm from Greece and I have no idea how the S.A.T's work, or how American students get into colleges, so, if I made any glaring mistakes tell me about them, and I'll fix them... m'kay?

Other than that, tell me how you liked this chapter... And try to guess which Sin will be on chapter 4...