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Hey guys, sorry for delays. I'm swamped with shit to do. Midterms and lack of inspiration have been my best friends as of late. I'm completely sad and ,as a friend and me have decided, pathetic - at least that's how I feel. I hate not being able to write. Hope your all still into the story. The chapter is short, but i liked the way that the end happened so too bad for you. And I'll try my damnest to get the next one written faster.

Sam was practically vibrating with anticipation. It had been a little over a year and a half since he had been to Alliance, and just shy of five months since he had talked with Eric. He'd desperately wanted to call and give the guy a heads up that he was coming into town, but Dean had been suspicious enough for the past few days and he didn't want to take the chance of getting caught.

Not that there was really anything wrong with him contacting an old friend, but Dean had always been insanely jealous of his relationship with Eric for reasons unknown to him. Sure the guy was young for a teacher and he was pretty damn good looking – but the guy's attitude towards Sam's family had never been a turn on.

Sam shook his head and from the back seat of the Impala he watched Dean from the corner of his eye. They had been driving for over seven hours and somewhere in that time Dean had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. His head was on the glass of the window and Sam could just make out his features.

Sam loved to watch Dean sleep, because while he was sleeping Dean looked peaceful – not a word that he would normally use to describe Dean Winchester. He sighed and looked away from his older brother. If he was honest with himself, he could admit that the reason he had never been attracted to Eric was because he wasn't Dean.

No one would ever compare to him – and that was that.

And that was what was troubling Sam. Dean was his everything and it shouldn't be like that. He wasn't supposed to depend on his brother for some of the things that he did. He wasn't supposed to want the things that he did. And he damn well wasn't supposed to be attracted to his brother.

But he was and it was something that he had come to terms with a while ago. He loved Dean and there was no getting around it, but Dean was another story. Sure he loved Sam, but Sam couldn't shake the feeling that it just wasn't the same. That even though he had no problem with their fucked up relationship, Dean could still turn around a screw some chick without feeling the least bit guilty. That he loved Sam as a brother and nothing more.

He felt the car slow and leaned forward to whisper at their father. "What are you doing?"

John didn't even glance at his younger son. "We'll pull over for the night, I'm dead tired and your brother could use something softer to sleep on."

"He's never had a problem sleeping in the Impala before, why don't you just let me drive?"

John sighed. "Sam, this isn't negotiable. We're stopping."

Sam flopped back into the seat and folded his arms. Of course, the one time that he didn't want to stop their father would insist on it. Life hated him.

John pulled the Impala into the small motel parking lot. "Wait here." was all that he said before getting out of the car and going into the small motel office. Sam watched him with an annoyed glare.

"S'goin' on?"

Sam glanced over at Dean. He was stretching his back and looking gorgeous enough for Sam to lick. "Dad's decided we're stopping because you need a bed to sleep on."

"Gee," Dean looked back at Sam with bored eyes. "Don't make it sound like such a hardship, you're the one who always wants to stop." His eyes narrowed. "Any particular reason that you're in such a hurry to get to Alliance?"

Sam knew that Dean wasn't stupid, no matter how often he tried to pretend otherwise. Dean knew exactly who was in Alliance. "No, of course not. I'm not in a hurry."

Dean nodded his head and something flashed through his eyes. "Course not." He turned back around to face the motel and watch their father as he walked out of the office.

Sam waited until he knew that Dean and their father were asleep, it took a totally of twelve minutes for their father and twenty-six minutes for Dean who seemed adamant about not falling asleep before Sam. Of course Sam won because there was no way that he could sleep when he was so close to getting back to Alliance and Dean was already wasted tired.

He grabbed his cell from his bag and made his way to the bathroom quickly and quietly shut the door. He dialed the number that he knew by heart. It rang once. Twice. Three times before Sam hung up.

He dialed it again and it was picked up before the first ring was over.

"Haven't heard from you in a while – how are you, Sam?"

Sam sat down on the toilet with a small smile on his face. "Better than I've been in a while."

There was a chuckle on the other end. "Family still driving you up the wall, huh?"

Sam's brow furrowed. "No, actually things have been really good lately." He wondered how the lie slipped so easily off his tongue.

"Whatever you say handsome."

"Oh, thirty seconds into the conversation and the endearments start – must be a record."

"What can I say? I haven't heard from you in a while so we're a few short, beautiful."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You can save it for someone it'll work on Eric."

A husky laugh flowed into Sam's ear. "What did you really call for, Sam, because I'm sure that it wasn't to exchange smart ass comments. As good as we are at doing just that."

"I…umm…" Sam scrubbed a hand down the front of his face. Did he really want to know? "I just…"

"You just wanted to know if you have any mail, am I right?"

"Yeah." His voice was small, almost like he was a kid again and he had just found out that the ghost that haunted the neighbor's house was real.

There was a pause on the other end. "You have a letter."

Sam stood up. "From Stanford?"

Once again the chuckle filled the line. "Don't cream your pants, Sam, I haven't opened it."

"What the hell-" Sam looked at the door and lowered his voice. "What the hell are you waiting for?"

Another pause. "Where are you?"

"What does that have to do with anything? Just open the damn letter." Sam heard a bed creak and listened for anymore movement…nothing.

"Just tell me where you are and I'll open the damn letter."

Sam rolled his eyes. "In a motel bathroom."

"Cute. Daddy and brother dearest asleep, and you're sneaking around. Sounds like you're fifteen again."

He huffed. "Just open it."

"How far away are you?"

"You're not gonna open it, are you?"

"I guess I should rephrase the question to how close are you?"

"Close enough that I'll strangle you if you don't open the letter."

Sam listened closely as he heard the slight rip of paper. "You might wanna sit down, sexy ass."

"Oh god." Sam fell against the door with a quiet thud and slid down. "Tell me."

"Pack your bags, long legs, your goin' to Stanford!"

The phone dropped from Sam's hands and landed on the cold floor with a loud clap. He stared at the dirty cream colored bathtub. A million thoughts were flying through his head; the constant verbal battles with their father, the stress that has been between them all over the past few months, Dean…but only one stood out.

He smiled. "I got accepted by Stanford."

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