Chapter 2 Pain In My Ass
"MOM!!!" Dean yelled as he left his room. John was off at work at a local garage while Shae was at school. Dean and Sam were in the process of fighting off the dreaded chicken pox at the moment and couldn't go to school themselves. "MOM!!!"
"What is it?" Mary asked as she came out from the laundry room. Dean ran over to her and she just smiled down at him. "So what were you screaming bloody murder about?"
"Sammy took my ball and he won't give it back." Mary just shook her head and smiled. Ever since Sam turned eight, he's been stealing everything off of and annoying the hell out of Dean. "Tell him to give it back to me."
"Let's go see your brother." Dean nodded and ran ahead of Mary and back into his room. "Sam." He turned and looked up at his mother. "Did you take Dean's ball?" He shook his head so quickly that it made her smile. "You sure?"
"I didn't take it."
"You're lying! You took it!" Dean yelled as he pointed his finger at a smiling Sam. He just shook his head again. "Yes you did!!"
"Sam. If you took his ball, you have to give it back. What have I told you about stealing?" Sam looked at her and then down at the floor. "Sammy?"
"That it isn't nice to steal." Mary nodded and walked farther into the room. "But I still didn't take his stupid ball." Dean grumbled and crossed his arms. Sam glanced over at him. "I sware that I didn't take it. Maybe it was Shae."
"She's at school so she couldn't of taken it. That means that you took it!" Mary glanced over at Dean and then back down at Sam. "Tell him to give it back mom."
"Wait a second Dean." She told him as she got up. "Are you telling me that you have no proof that Sam took your ball?" He just shrugged and looked around the room. Come to think of it, he looked anywhere but at her face. "Thought so. So it is possible that you might have lost it."
"I don't know." He answered with a shrug. "Where could it of gone? I'm telling you mom. Sam took it and he won't give it back."
"I'M HOME!!" Sam grinned and bolted right past his mother and brother and right down the stairs. "Hey kiddo. How you feeling?" Shae asked as Sam gripped onto her leg.
"Better, but Dean said that I took his ball." Shae glanced down at him and then at the top of the stairs to where Dean was standing. He just crossed his arms and looked away.
"And did you take it?" Sam shook his head again, causing his long hair to go into his eyes. "So then why would he think you took it?"
"Cause he's a bully. I think you should beat him up." Mary laughed at that as she walked down the stairs with Dean trailing behind.
"Your sisters not going to beat Dean up." She told him as she patted his head. "How was school?"
"A pain in my..."
"Shae." She grinned and walked into the kitchen with Sam still firmily attached to her left. "Now how was it and no cursing this time." Mary said with a smile as she started to make dinner. Shae managed to untangle Sam from her leg and sat down at the table with him sitting right next to her. Dean came in and sat across from the two. Sam glanced over at him and stuck his tongue out at him.
"Mom! Sam stuck his tongue out at me!"
"You ratted me out! You are a bully!"
"I'm not a bully and you're nothing, but a brat!"
"I'm not a brat you big bully!"
"BOY!" The two stopped and looked up at Shae. "Thank you. If you're going to argue, can you do it in another room?" Both shook their heads and she looked over at her mother. "Why couldn't you have had another girl?" She asked with a smile as she wrapped her arm around Sams neck. "Then again, with this hair I would of thought you were a girl."
"I am not!" Sam told her as he stopped her from rubbing his head. She just laughed and looked over at a still grumpy Dean.
"You still haven't told me about your day, Shae." She stopped laughing and looked over at Mary. "That look can only mean trouble." She grinned and looked at the table. "So what is it?"
"I kinda got detention for a week, but before you start yelling or even think about telling dad, let me explain." Mary turned around to face her and nodded. "Thanks. You see, I was on my way to english class when that little pain in my butt jock Josh shoved my books out of my hand and then when I bent down to pick them up, he grabbed my ass. Now I couldn't just let that happen so I kinda, mighta..."
"Hit him." She looked over at her mother and nodded. "My god Shae. What have your father and I told you about fighting? You know that I have to tell him about this." Shae's head shot up and right at her. "I have to." Mary added as she held up her hands in a defensive position.
"But mom. He started it and what kind of person would I be if I didn't fight back?"
"One that didn't get detention every other week." Shae turned and glared at Dean, who just smirked. "Nothing, but the truth sis."
"Bite me Dean and your ball is on the roof." She added as she turned to Sam, who was just looking at her in shock. "Dean threw it up there yesterday because he said that you took his baseball glove and he wanted to get you back by saying that you took his ball" Dean was also looking at her in shock. "Don't look at me like that Dean. You did it now own up to it."
"I told you I didn't take your ball." Sam said with a smile on his face. All conversation stopped when they heard the door open and John walked in. "DAD!!"
"Hi Sammy. Hows the chicken pox?" Sam just smiled and shrugged. "Better I see." He said as he put him down. "And what was that arguing about?"
"Dean said that Sam took his ball, but in reality, he threw it on the roof himself to get Sam back for taking his glove. Shae got detention for a week for fighting again and I stubbed my toe this morning as I was washing the dishes. How was your day?" Mary answered in one breath. All eyes were on her at that moment and she just giggled.
"Geez mom. Did you really have to tell him so soon?" Shae moaned as she sat back in her chair. John looked over at her and shook his head, almost is disappointment. "It's not like he didn't deserve it dad cause he did. Mr. I'm so much better than you that I can grab your butt was asking for it so I gave it to him. Nothing wrong with that."
"What is this now? Three week detentions in one month? That must be some kind of a record." John told her with a smile as he sat down in his usual seat.
"Don't encourage her John. I do not tolerate fighting."
"But the boy touched her butt Mar." He said before turning to his daughter. "Good girl."
"JOHN!"
"What?" Mary just shook her head at the face John was making. He looked like a kid that got his hand stuck in a cookie jar.
"Nothing at all. Steak for dinner tonight and you're still grounded Shae." Mary told her before turning back to peel potatos. Shae just shrugged and rested her elbows on the table. "Elbows off the table to."
"How does she do that?" Shae whispered to Sam, who just shrugged. Poor Dean was just sitting in silence the whole time. For some reason he just felt left out. Shae was the oldest and Sam was the baby, so what did that make him? Nothing? John looked over at him and saw the look on his face.
"You alright over there Dean?" He glanced at his father and then at Shae and Sam, who were also looking at him now. "You look sick."
"I'm fine. I'm just going to go lay down for a little while." He said as he got up. "Can you save me some dinner mom?" Mary nodded as Dean left the room. She turned to John, who just shrugged as Shae got up as well.
"I'll be right back." She said before leaving the room and going up the stairs. She knocked on Deans door and waited. "Dean?"
"Go away. I'm tired." She took a deep breath and went in anyways. "I said go away Shae."
"Not happening little brother." He looked at the smile on her face before turning and looking at the ceiling again. "So whats really going on with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're passing up steak. I know how much you love that and you wouldn't pass it up for anything so now you've got two choices." He looked over at her as she sat at his desk. "You can either tell me what's really bothering you or I can sit here and nag you till you tell me and if you don't tell me, I'll just have to eat your steak as well. You know how I love that steak sauce." Dean rolled his eyes at her before sitting up to face her. "So what's up?"
"Do you think that mom and dad like you and Sam more than me?" He asked with his head down. Shae just looked at him as he slowly raised his head. "I mean, you're the oldest so that means they loved you the longest and Sam's the baby, but what about me?"
"Dean. Mom and dad don't love any of us more than the other. They love all of us equally and age has nothing to do with it." He shook his head and looked down. She got up from her chair and sat next to him on the bed. "You really think they love us more than you?"
"Maybe." He answered with a shrug. She just smiled and pulled him into a hug. "Chick..."
"I know. You hate chick flick moments, but right now we're having one." He took a breath and rolled his eyes before hugging her back. "They don't love you any less Dean. Just because you're the middle child means nothing. Trust me on that. The only thing that I got to do before you was smell dad's stinky feet longer and believe me, that's no picnic." Dean laughed along with her and she just messed up his hair. "So you going to come down and have some yummy steak with us?"
"I guess." She grinned and stood up. "You weren't really going to eat mine if I didn't say anything, were you?" She shrugged and went to the door. "Shae." He got up and ran after her. "Shae!"
"Can't hear you Dean." He laughed and jumped on her back right before she reached the stairs. She glanced back at him before grabbing his legs to keep him in place. "You just had to go and do that, didn't you?"
"Yeah well. You know me."
"Yeah. Dean. The pain in my ass."
"You know you love me."
"Point?" He shrugged and she carried him back into the kitchen. John, Mary, and Sam were already sitting at the table, waiting for them. None of them touched their food cause they all knew, okay not all. Sam didn't have a clue, but oh well. Anyways, John and Mary knew that Shae would get to the bottom of what was bothering Dean. No matter how much they fight, they always had a weird connection and Dean would tell her anything...if she just nagged long enough.