Beautiful Innocence

By: chocolate rules


A/N: Hey! How's everyone! Well, here's chapter 2 of Beautiful Innocence! Like I said in chap 1, this is going to be both normal and supernatural. Still with the normal :)

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Ok, this might be weird to read. There's not much dialogue, but there's enough imagery going on that I think it's okay! The story line switches from Dean to Sam and back to Dean, so on and so on. But, it's pretty obvious:)
Chapter 2: Normal Days

Sam Winchester awoke and instantly knew that something was missing. He looked around and noticed Dean wasn't in the room. But that wasn't it. Dean was always awake real early. Something else was missing.

Sam got up and made his way to the bathroom. Once he'd showered and brushed his teeth and hair, he slowly made his way to the kitchen. In the kitchen stood a very animated seventeen year old. The mess being made was hidden behind the initial wave of the great smells that meant only one thing - breakfast.

"Gooood morning!" said Dean cheerfully. Sam looked at his older brother, in apron and all, rummaging through what seemed to be grocery bags and filling up the refrigerator. Sam couldn't help but laugh as he went and sat at the table.

"Morning." he replied. "Where'd all this come from? Did Dad finally remember to buy some grub?" Sam said as he gave the food a glance over, since Dean was quickly putting everything away. At his question, Dean stopped momentarily before continuing again.

"No," and then wondering whether or not to tell Sam about their father, concluded that the boy would figure it out pretty fast anyway. "He left already, Sammy. Left last night." He glanced back and as he had predicted, Sam's head hung low. Damn you, Dad.

"But, he said he'd say goodbye this time." Dean stopped putting things away and urged rather to return to making Sam a three star meal! (or so he called it!).

"I know, kiddo. But he was really in a hurry." Dean said, and he instantly hated himself for having to stick up for the man.

"Yeah, that's fine. I just thought that he would this time." Sam said sadly. As if right on cue, Dean appeared beside him with two plates filled with the

"Dean Winchester special! Making it's rare and much welcomed appearance." he looked over to the twelve year old and whispered, "Say hello, Sam."

"Hello Sam!" Sam said as he eyed the plates. Each plate was filled with at least three eggs worth of scramble, four toasts, and in the grand center - five perfectly stacked chocolate chip pancakes.

Dean practically ripped off the apron as he sat down beside his brother and picked up his fork, beginning to eat. Sam did the same, and after half his eggs and two pancakes, he got up and got them both some orange juice and the syrup bottle. Once they finished those pancakes, Dean brought out three more for each. By the time all the food was eaten, the boys had barely ten minutes to get ready for school, and Dean was still in his pajama bottoms.

"Did you do all your homework?"

"Do I ever!" came Dean's reply as he ran between their room and the bathroom trying to account for all his things.

"Well, I did your math and English, what else did you have?"

"Physics, Latin, and some report!" Sam rolled his eyes, so typical of Dean. He always managed to get away with it though. No matter how many times a teacher assigned something, Dean still managed to not hand it in on time (if at all) and find some brilliant excuse as to why the tardiness occurred and how he shouldn't be penalized.

"Well, you better do that report! Dad said you better not fail anything this quarter, or else you can't drive! And no solos!" Dean emerged from the hall, dressed, shaven, and with his book bag hanging over his shoulder.

"When did he say that?" Sam held out the homework he'd done and shook his head at his brother.

"After your last report card. He even told you not to forget! Dean, if you fail again, he's going to be pissed!" Dean rolled his head, securing the papers in the bag.

"Whatever, let's just go, man." he said as he walked past Sam heading towards the door. Sam however, stayed behind.

"What is it, Sammy?" Sam nudged his head towards the kitchen. It still portrayed Dean's messy meal preparage . Dean looked into the kitchen, too. He shrugged it off and turned towards the door, pulling Sam along with him.

"We'll get it when we come back. It's not like Dad's here or anything."

School:

Dean sat in yet another class that day dozing off. He could care less about…what class was he in? Who cared! He sat behind this rather tall, fat boy named David and was completely covered from view when he placed his head on the desk before him. That's how most of his classes went. He'd sit in the back and fall asleep. Mainly, the teachers didn't care. They had read his transcript and were glad that he decides not to participate. Participation for Dean Winchester usually did not involve anything good. He'd find a way to ridicule something or mock, mimic, jeopardize, you name it! the kid had done it!

Sam was the polar opposite of his brother. He was very alert and attentive in his classes. He'd sit in the front, as close to the direct center as possible. Dean never understood what fascination his brother held towards academics, but he always encouraged the boy none the same. Sam's teachers loved it when he participated. He had such an insight onto every material. His transcripts surprised them with the amount of trouble he had caused. All were minor things, but apparently he and his brother had managed to get into a bio lab and had gone through the cabinets. Before anyone found them or could stop them, the two had mixed themselves up some Laughing gas! They had both been suspended for three days and had return on the third with the money difference to the damages and materials they had used.

Between classes, Dean meets up with girls. He goes to a corner with his friends and finds many girls checking him out. He loves that! Sometimes, a girl is brave enough to walk over and talk to him. Usually, he frees up his weekend and gives the girl a 'good ol' time'. Then, he returns to his next class and continues to sleep. That is until lunch! Lunch, which we all know, is the boy's favorite subject of the day! He'll get stuffed silly. The food wasn't even all that bad! It is in my school ;) And then he heads to his last period class, gym!

At lunch, Sam's eighth grade class had to sit together like every other stupid grade in the school. He couldn't wait to go to high school. Then he wouldn't have to be forced to sit by the people that bothered him. These people were Josh and Ted, the two biggest and meanest kids in Sam's entire grade. Originally, he had tried to ignore them. Now, they were drawn to him. It was like ignoring them brought them closer to him. He tried to do other things, like homework or drawing, but that seemed to annoy them and they'd bother him even more. 'This must be how Dean feels when I won't stop pestering him, hm karma.' But, eventually, lunch was over -like ever day- and he went on to another class that he was than likely acing. And then, he'd go to gym were he was luckily doing really well cause all they were doing was climbing ropes and John had been making them do that for years. And knowing that after gym, he was home free always gave him an extra energy boost, even if he did have the class with Josh.

And so, 3 o'clock finally rolled around and both Winchesters couldn't of been happier. Dean hated going to school and so leaving it made him happy, and though Sam liked school he hated the bullies. And, since their father wasn't home, going back to the apartment also meant no sparring, no lessons, no weapon checks, and no research. Tonight they'd get to be normal.

Normalcy for Dean went as far as pestering Natalie Sands for a date. She 'hated' him, but he knew how woman worked. They only hated what they didn't understand. No one understood Dean Winchester. And Nat was a really popular girl. Dean could quite possible be the most popular guy, he was so mysterious, but he wasn't very social. Rarely attended parties he was invited to. However, if he didn't have a hunt to do or some rather exhausting training to endure, you could be sure to find one Dean Winchester pestering little Sam into some reckless activity.

Nat liked him, he knew it. He could wait for her to know it too. He liked the occasional challenge. I mean, it's pretty easy to let yourself be carried away if all you're ever told is how hot you are. Dean liked the reassurance once in a while. Today, he managed to slip her his phone number. The truth was, that number was floating around all over the school as it was that he really didn't need to give it to her. However, he noticed that when he had produced the number, she'd blushed. Yes! I'm in, he thought.

Dean drove over to the middle school to pick up little Samuel. He was happy today and so ACDC was blasting throughout the car and the street.


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