Since many of the reviewers wanted to know what Sam's friend's thought of his brother Dean...well I decided to write another chapter:D I might have gotten a little carried away though!

Also, sorry that it took so long, college applications are a neccessary evil at the time:D

Lastly, thanks to LynyrdSkynyrdRoadie, p.s., and j for their reviews!!

May 2

By: chocolate rules

Part Two

"Brother?" Dennis Cohen gasped. He looked over to the man standing besides his friend. Dean was it? "All this time, and it's been your brother?"

Sam nodded. Dean smirked.

"And you cared to tell us this when exactly?"

"Right before you pummeled into a fight," Sam said earnestly.

"Which you wouldn't have won, by the way," Dean added as he grabbed at his beer bottle from Sam's hands and downed the rest.

Dean headed back over to his table. Big Kenny, Luke and Fred sat at the table, downing their own beers.

"That's the kid you were yapping on about 'fore?" Fred asked nodding his head to Sam, who stayed back with his friends.

"Yep."

"Think you woulda liked to mention that before we prepped to rip their asses apart?" Big Kenny asked him.

Dean shrugged. He had already handled Ken before and he knew that though the bigger man could really tear at him, he wouldn't really cause any real damage to him. No, Dean was used to causing more damage than what he got.

But today wasn't the day for that.

Today was May 2nd and it was little Sammy's big day. The big one-eight. A brother should be so proud. In their life, it was a miracle to make it to each birthday.

"Wouldn't of stopped ya, would it?" Dean asked.

Big Kenny thought for a second. Then he shrugged. Truth was, Ken would have probably used that fact to see if Dean's brother was much like Dean; ruthless, strong and a downright lunatic.

"Hell no," Luke told them as he grabbed for the beer pitcher and poured himself another drink.

Sam looked over to watch Dean talk with his new buddies. It had always amazed him that Dean could get along with anyone in any group setting. Granted, he usually stayed closer to the girls in the group.

"Sam," Cohen said shifting in front of his friend.

Sam looked back over to him. If Sam had learned anything about Dennis Cohen, it was that he really didn't like surprises. They scared him.

But, unfortunately for Cohen, today was Sam's birthday. Not Cohen's. And Winchesters love surprises.

"Dude, I thought we were dead for sure! The way that big guy looked at you." Cohen shivered.

"I was trying to get ready to fight for you," Mike said shaking his head. "Fighting. As in a thing that could damage my scholarship. Not some little thing either. Cause, all they need to do is call one of them 'Tiny' and we have like a freaken field day."

Sam took a deep breath.

"Guys," Dean interrupted coming over to them once more. Cohen tensed and watched Dean settle in besides his brother again. Brothers? Wow, who would've thought that these two characters, so very distinct characters, would be related? Much less actual blood brothers.

"We can fret over this all night. Or…" Dean smiled over to Sam.

Sam knew that smile. That smile had proven to teach Sam many new and exciting things that usually ended up with their father having to bail them out of jail or sign them out of school. That smile meant trouble, and Sam knew.

Sam smiled back.

"We can celebrate."

"That's my boy!" Dean grinned.

Slipping on his jacket, Dean nodded a farewell to his buddies and led the way out the door.

Sam followed, quickly stepping into line with Dean. Behind them, Mike and Cohen both followed.

"So? If you came, I'm guessing that you got my messages?" Dean smirked over to his not so little brother.

"Messages?" asked Sam looking over to him. "Dude, I didn't get anything."

Sam had followed pure instinct in coming over to the bar. He knew that it was his birthday and he knew that Dean liked bars. Sam had never spent a birthday away from his big brother and he knew that the elder wouldn't let him down.

That and Dean had told him during one of the elder's weekly calls that he would be heading over to see him soon.

"Dude, what are you talking about? I know that you got them; especially since I paid that kid ten bucks," Dean stopped mid sentence. He looked straight ahead, clearly not having intended on saying that.

"Paid a kid ten bucks for what?" Sam asked, not missing a beat.

"What? What are you talking about?" Dean scoffed.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"What did you do?" Sam sighed.

Dean just smiled over at him. He took a step forward and tried to make it faster to the car.

"Ever watch a soccer game?" Dean asked as he winked and slide into the driver's seat.

Sam looked over to his friends. He glanced over to his brother and the prized black Impala. Thinking back to just a few days ago, when he had helped a young blonde by the name of Jess at the local youth center, Sam remembered them playing soccer. He especially remembered a certain black and white ball coming in contact with the back of his head.

Sam shook his head as he slipped into the passenger seat. His friends followed suit and got into the backseat. Glancing over to his wildly grinning brother, Sam knew before he even asked that Dean had had a part to play in that.

"You paid a kid ten bucks to hit me in the head with a ball?"

Dean started to laugh as he pulled out of the bar. Sam shook his head; surely only his brother would think of pain and mischief as a sure sign of caring and devote love.

Dean glanced over to Sam and started to laugh again. In the back seat, Sam's two friends were looking at the brothers like the two were demented. The Sam that they had grown to know these last few months was a calm, quiet, smart young man. Sam had been younger than the rest of the guys, so they had accredited that to his shyness to the fact that he was seventeen and in college.

This Sam was downright…well, normal.

"Oh, God, what else did you do?" sighed Sam.

"Wouldn't you like to know," winked Dean.

Turning the conversation to a more present circumstance, Dean turned to Sam/

"So, what you gotta do tomorrow?"

"Uh, classes, work. Don't you know my schedule?" Dean rolled his eyes.

"Dude!"

"I can't miss them. No, what ever you wanna do, we do tonight." Sam nodded like the discussion was over and the matter was settled.

But turning to see Dean smirking wider told him it wasn't.

"Ah," Sam sighed as he sank further into the seat.

"What?"

"Three am. That'll give me some hours of sleep. But I think we should probably drop the guys off." Sam turned over to see his friends giving him odd looks. He ignored them, used to that response when people found out that the two of them were related.

"You guys want to head back to the dorms now?" Dean scoffed. "What?"

Ignoring his brother, Dean looked over to the two young men in the back of his most precious possession. Eying his baby brother out of the corner of his eye, Dean made a rather rash decision.

"Come on, boys. You going to tell me that you would rather spend this March night in your dorm, with a big ol' book as your only companion? Or would you rather stay and find out what's in store for today? I can guarantee that it's going to be way more fun than whatever you had planned."

Mike and Cohen looked at each other. They each had quite a day the following day. Cohen had a bunch of research to do for his paper and Mike had a game the next night.

Seeing their hesitation, Dean turned to good old peer pressure. Hey, if it worked for someone as smart as Sam.

"You mean, you actually came to college to just learn. Sam, I think that this place is bad for you. I've spent way too many years working on you to let you turn into…some geek," Dean said all this sounded exasperated and disgusted.

Looking into the rearview mirror, Dean saw both of Sam's friends taking offense to his statements.

"Dean," Sam groaned. His brother always knew the wrong thing to say.

"Okay," Mike said, steeling his voice. He hated to think that someone would think him, Mike Clayton, was scared or boring, or whatever it was that Sam's brother – Dean was it ­– thought of him.

Dean grinned.

"Okay?"

"Yeah," Cohen spoke up this time. He knew that he was, well a geek. But to have someone hold that over him, well he usually did let them. He really wasn't built to tell anyone no. But Mike and Sam were there and, well it was Sam's brother didn't that mean that at least Sam would be able to stop him?

"Alright then," Dean smirked at them and then over at Sam. "Ready Sammy boy?"

"It's Sam," sighed Sam uselessly as the car engine's roar rumbled through him and silenced his quiet retort.

Today would surely be something else.

Dean pulled into an empty parking lot a good half hour from the bar. He was grinning wildly that it was really starting to worry Sam.

Along the ride, the young birthday boy had tried to get his brother to talk to him. No dice.

Now, looking around them at where they were parked, Sam wasn't the only one in the Black Impala that was starting to worry.

Dennis Cohen looked over to his friend in the backseat. He for one was beginning to rethink his first decision that it would be way better to find out what Dean was going to make Sam do than to spend an evening alone in his dorms.

Now, he was thinking that this man wasn't nearly as 'leveled' as he had first appeared to seem.

Not that Dean ever really appeared normal, but given the setting.

Returning the gaze, Mike Clayton was wondering if Dean was actually on a kind of drug. Or maybe by brother, Sam had meant a childhood friend. Because this was insane, was this even legal?, and they were WAY too different.

"Dean?" Sam's soft voice turned to his brother's wide smirking frame. Sam had handled his brother when he was out of his mind with anger and adrenaline. Granted, neither of these things were present, but Sam did know that his brother was prone to some pretty crazy days.

And really, who was to say what Dean had been doing since he had last seen him?

"Wassup?"

"Um, what are we doing here?" Sam asked raising a brow over to the area surrounding the car.

"Parking," Dean shrugged, like it was clearly obvious.

Maybe 18 was the start of Sam's mental breakdown?

Sam rolled his eyes. Dean was so obliviously predictable.

"Not here here. Here man!"

Dean took off his seatbelt and then opened the driver's side door. Glancing over to the other passengers in the back of his baby, Dean gave the three student 'geeks' a wink.

"Keeping a promise, kiddo. Now, you coming?"

And with that odd statement, Dean slipped out of the car, closing and securing the car door behind him.

Sam groaned as he watched his brother's easy moving form.

A promise? Sam scoffed. Well, he's sure that he was definably not the one that had wished for this. Or anything remotely close to it. God Dean!

"We better get moving," Sam said back to his friends as he too opened his door.

"Sam?"

Sam turned around and looked Cohen over. His friend brushed the long strands of red hair from his eyes.

"Wassup, Cohen?" Sorry you said 'yes' and want to head back to the dorms like I had originally suggested?

"Dude, you sure about this?" Mike asked instead.

Sam turned now to look over to where Dean had reached the gate. If there was one thing that he was always, ALWAYS, sure about was that his big brother Dean would never let anything happen to him.

Never.

"Yeah, I am. Mind boys, this will be a whole new level of weird."

With that, Sam and his friends slipped out of the '67 and secured it behind them. They then met the wide smirk known formally as Dean at the gates of the California Zoo.

Part Three?...I dunno if you giys want to imagine what could happen in a zoo...lol...or want me to write that out. I'm not sure yet myself, I just thought that that would be pretty funny!