Beautiful Innocence
By: chocolate rules
A/N: Well, lookie here, look who's updating:D Hehe. Well, I had this chapter outlined, then I lost the outline...and that sucked. I think that I might have screwed up on some of the boy's parts here, related to the rest of the story, not the characters themselves, since I didn't reread my story like I sometimes do to make sure that I keep everything related. I know that in this one I make Sam to be more popular than I had him sound in the previous chapters, but I don't know, my muse brought me here.
Next two chapters will tie this in, normal I mean, and start bring in the surreal. Until then, Enjoy!
Chapter 5: You Know I'm Here For The Party
Dean parked on the street in front of Natalie Sands' house. It was already filled with teenagers walking in and out of the house and loud music.
Dean entered the three-floored mansion and within instances was offered a beer. He would have been happy to accept it, but there was no way that he was going to drink and then drive his baby anywhere.
He found Natalie on the back porch sitting on the banister, surrounded by her daytime school posse. Making his way over to her, she glanced up and saw his arrival.
"Hey," Dean smirked out. Nat eyed him for a second before taking a sip of her own drink, which though it was in a red plastic cp Dean could swear would be beer.
"Hey, you made it!"
"Said I would," Dean shrugged.
"A man of his word. Ladies we better watch out." The group giggled as Nat jumped down and reached over grabbing Dean's arm. She tugged him away from the group and into the house once more.
It was hard to say where there were more people, inside or outside. Since the majority kept going in and out constantly it was fairly balanced. The chaos by the pool was so out of a teen flick that Dean felt like drowning each and every one of them, a few friends included. The braking of a few glass and porcelain items could contest that the interior remodeling would win the debate.
As they maneuvered through the house, greeting people and ducking from the flying corndogs? They ended up on the bottom of a flight of stairs. A few lovebirds were necking on the stairs, nothing Dean hadn't witnessed at well every party he'd ever been at. Nat started tugging him up the stairs and Dean looked at her questioningly.
"What?"
"You're bringing me upstairs?" he asked with a curious expression.
"You don't want to go?" Nat asked as took a step down, meeting his eyelevel and placing a hand on the back of his neck. She pulled him in for a kiss.
Though momentarily caught by surprise, Dean was not Dean if he didn't reply and complete gain control over her wondering mouth. Once they parted panting, Dean smirk up at her.
"Just making sure, babe." He said with a wink.
Nat grabbed his hands and started pulling him once more up the stairs. This time, Dean followed.
Sam sat in Richey's bed as he watched Joey performing tricks. Joey was of course Richey's dog and he was 'so cool'. Joey could jump and sit and beg and catch and Sam decided that he wanted one too.
Richey's mom called to them if they wanted Mac and Cheese or Sandwiches for dinner. Wow, choices.
The boys raced each other down the hall and Sam won. He's fast, but he's pretty sure that Richey let him get that far ahead.
"So, here's the Mac and Cheese!" Mrs. Landis says as she places the bowls on the island. The boys climb onto the stools there and begin to chow down, talking with their mouths full of course.
"Joey's sooo cool!" comments Sam as some cheese drops onto his chin.
"Yeah, I love him!" Richey says, and his face is in no better condition. For twelve year old boys, they eat like they're five.
Mrs. Landis smiled at them as she retrieved some paper napkins and placed a handful in front of the boys.
"Just make sure that most of it makes it to your mouths." She says smiling at them.
The boys look at each other and start to laugh.
"Yes Mom!" Richey's calls out as she leaves them to eat.
"Thanks Mrs. Landis!" Sam calls out at the same time.
Mrs. Landis stands on the door frame as she watches her son and his best friend interact. Though Sam had recently moved here, he instantly clicked with a lot of the kids in their class. She remembered how Richey had commented that the new kid was so cool and so smart that everyone really liked him.
She marveled at how confident her timid and fragile son was around this new kid. With Richey's in and out of hospitals all his life, the kids had been almost afraid that they would catch whatever was wrong with him. That had been when Richey was in the third grade and since then the kids hadn't changed their minds about him.
And yet, Sam Winchester strolled in just a few months ago and though Richey had told her that the other kids had warned him against befriending, or even talking, to Richey he just laughed and commented that if it got biohazard he'd be the first to bail.
"Mom! Where's the grape soda?" she heard Richey call out.
"Grape soda?" she heard Sam ask her son as she reentered the room.
"Yeah, so?" Richey shrugged, but she could tell that Richey was worried that Sam might not approve of this.
Sam started to laugh and shook his head.
"Dude, you're worst than my brother! I mean, its Mac and Cheese with grape soda?" Richey laughed too and she poured him a cup.
Soon after, once the boys had washed themselves off and cleared their plates, she called her other children to eat and ushered the youngsters back to Richey's room.
"So, how come you needed to come today?" Richey asked as they started, finally, on their homework.
"My brother went to a party," Sam said as he worked though his math again. He hated math. He did everything he could to not have to do it. He had more fun doing Dean's. Dean's math and English were way easier than his. All Dean got were word problems and book reviews. In return, Dean usually did his history and Science homework, though he rarely chose to do his own.
"A party?" Richey asked looking up to his friend. Richey didn't get to go to many parties. As far as he knew, most parties were on the weekends. His older brother and sisters always went to the ones on the weekends.
"Yeah," Sam replied as he frowned at one particularly hard problem. He decided that he was so going to get the address to whoever the hell wrote the damn textbook and kick his ass!
"Oh," Richey said with a curious frown and looked back at his work. "That's cool. What kind of party?"
"I dunno. Some high school party, I guess. Some girl called and invited him."
"He's at one of Natalie Sands' parties?" Richey asked with awe. Every eighth grader was looking forward to them since they'd heard about them in the sixth grade.
"I guess. He said, 'Hey Nat!' so it could be her. I dunno."
"That's soo cool!" Richey said with awe. Sam looked up and saw a glazed kind of dreamy look on his friends' face.
"Um, dude, you okay?"
"Nat actually invited your brother?"
"Uhm, yeah, she called him." Sam replied. He couldn't see what the big deal was. Girls were always calling Dean, no matter where they moved. It pissed Dad off to have all those girls calling wherever they were and Dean was always having to run to the phone before John said something to them. His brother assured him that once he got over his whiny faze and hit puberty, girls would be all over him too, not that he was hoping or anything.
"Sam, only like the elite get called by Natalie Sands to go to her parties!"
"Oh, okay." Sam said. Sam knew that Richey idolized everyone that was popular, something that he was sure he'd never be. Sam was relatively popular since everyone got along with him, well except Josh and his posse. He was really quiet most of the time but he got the best marks and so everyone was into getting some answers or help from him. For the most part, Sam liked that, but it just made kids like Josh and Roger more pissed at him.
"You're brother's pretty popular?"
"Yeah," Sam said with a chuckle. That was an understatement, but hey, Richey didn't need to know that.
"Think that he'll like watch out for you and like, your friends next year?" Richey asked unsure.
Sam looked back at him. Next year? He wasn't even sure that they'd be there next month! Sure, they'd been there for a while and their father was spending more and more time away from them and into the hunts that he hadn't even brought any of that up.
"Yeah," Sam said honestly and smiled his own patented charmer. "I mean, if we're still here next year, Dean would totally look out for us."
"Hey, I heard about today man. That sucks, Josh is such a bully." Richey said.
"Dean says that Josh is an ass sucking prick." Sam says with a smirk, something he's picking up from his brother.
Richey starts laughing really hard. Sam joins him and somehow they end up trying to tackle each other for the TV remote with pillows. Richey really liked it that Sam didn't mind his leg braces.
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